[A Tragic Life After Transmigrating]

A nightmare
pierced the night, a piercing scream shattering the tranquility. People awoke

from their sleep, looking around to find the source of the scream.
In the small room, Zhao Qin tightly covered her mouth, trying to suppress another scream. She

couldn't believe that returning home late at night to find such a horrifying scene. Her daughter

sat in , while her husband lay naked beside her, his body covered in stab wounds,

especially his lower body, which was a bloody mess.
"Hai... Haitang..." Zhao Qin stammered, unable to bear looking at the bloodied body. She turned

to her daughter, but her voice trembled, unable to speak.
"Mom, I killed him, I killed that scumbag..." Ye Haitang slowly raised her head, her large

eyes already lifeless. After glancing at her mother, she turned to look into the distance, repeating the same words softly.
Seeing everything before her, Zhao Qin felt a pang of sadness. Now, seeing her daughter's dazed expression, the initial

fear had faded, replaced by overwhelming grief. Ignoring the bloodstains covering her, she simply hugged her daughter tightly. After a long while, a low, muffled

sob
escaped her lips. The daughter hugged her mother back tightly, her tears finally overflowing. "Mom…"
Zhao Qin was a woman with a tragic past. Her husband died in a car accident in the second year of their marriage, leaving

her and her daughter, Haitang, to rely on each other. Life was incredibly difficult. Until Haitang was ten years old, through

the introduction of a kind older sister from the factory, she married Liu Changshu, who worked in the neighborhood. The burden on her shoulders suddenly lightened, and years of

hardship finally came to an end. Watching her daughter grow up day by day, so well-behaved and sensible, and seeing that this man treated

her well, and that their married life was harmonious, Zhao Qin felt that her suffering had finally come to an end.
Ye Haitang had known her mother's hardships since childhood, so when her mother decided to remarry, she wholeheartedly

supported . When she first met Liu Changshu, she felt a sense of gratitude towards him. After all,

she and her mother were each other's only family, living in abject poverty. Marrying her mother and being accepted by her was, in effect,

a huge burden. Therefore, she genuinely considered this man her father.
For the first three years, everything was fine. Liu Changshu was very family-oriented, never lingering outside, always going

straight home after work. Because Zhao Qin's factory operated on three shifts,

he took care of all the housework when Zhao Qin worked the night shift and came home late or didn't come home at all. He was also very attentive to Haitang's studies. Zhao Qin felt very content, looking at her lovely

daughter and her diligent husband; happiness was within her grasp.
Liu Changshu was an ordinary worker at the street office, not particularly handsome or tall, but

hardworking and honest. His wife had died of illness, and he had no children, living alone for several years until he married Zhao Qin

.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, this blended family has entered its fourth year. To outsiders,

this family is harmonious and warm, truly a model of a remarried family.
Ye Haitang walked home alone, intending to quicken her pace, but suddenly remembered that her mother had said she

would be working the night shift and wouldn't be home that day, so she slowed down. Once, after school, she had just opened the door when she heard

moans coming from her mother's room. Thinking her mother was sick, she hurriedly put down her schoolbag and went over, only to find the door wide open,

and her stepfather on top of her mother, thrusting back and forth, both of them completely naked. Haitang froze, standing motionless

in the doorway.
Liu Changshu knew from the moment Haitang opened the door that she had entered the house. Now, seeing Haitang at the door, he paid no attention, and instead

reached out and began to roughly knead Zhao Qin's soft breasts, while slowly withdrawing his hard penis from her wet

vagina , then thrusting it back in right in front of Haitang. "Ahhh!" The stimulation from above and below

caused Zhao Qin, whose eyes were tightly closed, to cry out suddenly. Haitang also snapped out of her daze, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment . She immediately turned and grabbed her schoolbag, returning to

her room.
"Ah ... 　　With a low growl from the man, all sounds ceased. Then, Haitang heard her mother, Zhao Qin, say, "Oh dear, Haitang should be home from school soon. Hurry up, or the child will see us." After the man muttered something , her mother's voice rang out again, "It's all your fault! In broad daylight, if people find out, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone." This was followed by soft laughter from both of them. Haitang had never known her mother could speak so charmingly, even with such coquettishness. It seemed her mother was truly happy. Thinking this, Haitang smiled slightly and buried herself in her homework. 　　"Changshu, I'm leaving now. Tell Haitang to get some rest when she gets back. Don't stay up too late." Picking up her bag, Zhao Qin hurried out the door. After a while, Liu Changshu knocked on Haitang's bedroom door and said to her, "Haitang, your mother is going to work the night shift from now on and won't be home tonight. It'll just be us for dinner." 　　During the meal, Haitang didn't dare look up. For some reason, whenever she looked up at Liu Changshu, that dark red thing would suddenly pop into her mind, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. After finishing dinner, she helped her stepfather clear the dishes and was about to go back to her room when he called her back. "Haitang, wait a moment, Daddy has something to tell you." 　　Haitang sat obediently on the sofa, eyes downcast, waiting for her stepfather to speak. "Ahem..." Liu Changshu coughed and sat down next to Haitang. Haitang shifted uncomfortably, which Liu Changshu noticed. "Haitang, you're all grown up now. What you saw today was normal between husband and wife. Men and women do these things." Before Liu Changshu could finish, Haitang blushed and said, "Dad, I... I understand." 　　"Oh? Little Haitang understands too? Hehe, that's good. Dad was afraid you wouldn't understand. You're in puberty now, your body is developing. If you have any questions, you can ask Dad, okay?" He paused, seeing that Haitang's ears were red, and then asked again, "Haitang, have you started your period?"

"Huh?" Startled by her stepfather's question, Haitang didn't know what to say. She felt her toes turn red

, and her head drooped lower, too embarrassed to answer. Seeing Haitang's silence, Liu Changshu placed his right hand on her shoulder.

"Haitang, your mother has a lot of work at the factory, she's busy. I'm a bit more relaxed. You're growing up, so your father needs to care for you more

. Of course, I have to be involved in these things. Uh, this is also your mother's wish."
Hearing her stepfather's words, Haitang remained silent for a long time before whispering, "She came." Although her voice was low, Liu Changshu still

heard her. "Hehe, good, good. When a girl has her period, it means her body is maturing. She'll grow pubic hair, and

her breasts... oh, her breasts are starting to get bigger..." Haitang was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say. Twisting her skirt, she spoke during

Liu Changshu's pause, "Dad, I... I still have homework to finish. I'll go do my homework first."

She immediately got up and ran back to her room. Watching Haitang's retreating figure, Liu Changshu brought

the hand that had been on Haitang's shoulder to his nose and sniffed it hard, a wicked smile he had never shown before appearing on his face.

Nightmare 2
Ever since she had witnessed her stepfather and mother's behavior, Haitang would subconsciously delay

coming . She couldn't explain why she did this, but she always felt she should. Her mother was unaware that

Haitang had seen them that day, but for some reason, Haitang felt that something had changed about her stepfather. Her stepfather

increasingly took the initiative to touch her mother

inappropriately when she was home. Several times, he would put his hand inside her mother's clothes in the kitchen, his large hand lingering on her breasts, kneading them incessantly. Only when she came in would he calmly remove his hand.

At this time, her mother, Zhao Qin, would always give her stepfather a coquettish glare, then pretend nothing had happened and continue preparing vegetables or something similar.
One weekend, Zhao Qin was

taking a shower. Haitang, after finishing her studies, also sat down in the living room to watch TV. Just as she sat down, she heard her mother calling from the bathroom, "Changshu, Changshu, come here for a second. Why isn't the water coming out?" Liu Changshu

responded and went to the bathroom.
Less than five minutes later, strange sounds came from inside. "Oh no, Changshu. Don't do this,

ahhh~"
"It's okay, come on, give it to me, it's so hard..."
"Really, Changshu, I'll give it to you properly when we get back to the room. Haitang is still here, she's not asleep yet, she might hear us..."
"She's doing her homework, she can't hear us. Hurry up, just give it to me, look at your nipples, they're as hard as

pebbles, still pretending, hurry up, kneel down and give it to me."
"Ugh... you... ah... be gentle, don't pinch it~."
"You little slut, don't you like it when I do this? Hold your breasts up a bit, I'll pinch them properly for you, and you can use that

hand to poke your mouth down there too, in a little while, I, Da Nanbangguo, will make you feel like you're in heaven."
"Ugh... ugh..."
Haitang felt her face burning up, in the small two-bedroom apartment, the sound reached her

ears . She didn't know why her stepfather, who had clearly seen her come out to watch TV, told her mother she was doing

her homework . He had gone in to troubleshoot, but ended up doing *that* with her mother.
In the cramped bathroom, Liu Changshu, naked from the waist down, leaned against the wall with his legs wide open. Below him, Zhao Qin was diligently

licking his penis. His thick, dark red shaft, glistening with saliva, looked even more imposing.

"Oh...so good, don't just lick the top, suck the whole thing in...oh...yes, so good...

" Enjoying Zhao Qin's ministrations with his eyes closed, he looked down and saw her large breasts swaying. He grabbed them,

rubbed them hard a few times, and then pinched her nipples, pulling them upwards.
"Ugh...it hurts..." Zhao Qin spat out the penis from her mouth, slapped Liu Changshu's buttocks in dissatisfaction,

gave him a coquettish look, and continued to suck and swallow his penis.
"Oh...like that, take a little more in, move your tongue too, yes...ah...oh...you slut,

the more I squeeze your nipples, the firmer they get, are you getting wet down there?" Before Zhao Qin could respond, Liu Changshu pulled her up,

turned her around and pressed her against the door, aiming at her and thrusting in.
"Ah~~" As soon as she cried out, Zhao Qin reflexively covered her mouth, turning back to say, "Gently, my good

husband ."
Seeing Zhao Qin's reaction, Liu Changshu slapped her buttocks, "Lift your big ass higher, otherwise

how can I fuck you good~" After saying that, he reached out and grabbed her breasts, pressing them hard against his body, and thrusting his lower body

forward, penetrating her deeply again.
Because she and her mother depended on each other in her early years, Haitang could do all the housework. Although their living conditions were better now

, she still helped with chores. For example, sometimes when her mother went to work and the clothes weren't washed, Haitang would

always help wash them. Her stepfather had tried to stop her, but Haitang insisted, so he let her have her way. Recently, Haitang

noticed that her stepfather's underwear was always among the clothes she washed. He used to wash it himself, but now

she was left to wash it. While washing it wasn't a big deal, the underwear always had a white residue on it. Once,

it wet and sticky, making Haitang feel disgusted, so she threw it under the tap and rinsed it vigorously.

When her mother was at work, her stepfather would walk around the house naked, wearing only his underwear. Haitang had to

lock herself in her room and go to bed early.
That day, Zhao Qin was on the night shift, leaving only the father and daughter at home. Haitang had started her period and her stomach was hurting.

After eating a few bites, she listlessly returned to her room, endured the pain, finished the last bit of her homework, and then lay down

on the bed, clutching her stomach. She tried to force herself to sleep, but the pain was unbearable, and she was afraid to turn over, fearing a

sudden gushing of blood. So she remained curled up on the bed, frozen in place.
"Haitang, are you feeling unwell?" Liu Changshu pushed open the door and walked in. After a few steps, he pulled back the blanket and saw Haitang curled up in

a ball . He immediately sat down beside her and reached out to pull her back.
"Dad, I'm fine, just a little stomachache. I'll be fine after a nap." Seeing her stepfather's

concern , Haitang felt grateful, but it was difficult to say it aloud, so she reached out to pull the blanket
back up. "Your face is pale, and you're still okay? Let me see, what's wrong?" Liu Changshu

stopped Haitang from

pulling the blanket back up and stroked her face. "Is it menstrual cramps?" Before Haitang could nod, Liu Changshu got up and went outside. Haitang heard a rustling sound outside, and a moment later, Liu Changshu came in with a towel and a cup.
"Here, let Dad wipe your face. Drink some hot water; it will make you feel much better." After wiping Haitang's face and hands...

Watching Haitang drink the water, Liu Changshu took the cup, then got up to grab his pajamas. "Come on, change your clothes, you'll be more comfortable sleeping."

He then turned and said, "Call me when you're done."
Haitang looked at the pajamas, wanting to ask her stepfather to leave, but seeing his back turned, the words caught in

her throat. She carefully got up, quickly took off her clothes, and changed into the pajamas. "Are you done?"

Before Haitang could call out, Liu Changshu turned around. Haitang had just put on her pants, not yet pulled them up, her fair

legs and firm buttocks exposed to her stepfather in her small underwear. Haitang was startled, quickly dressed,

then lay down, pulling the blanket over herself. "Thank you, Dad, I'm not in much pain anymore."
Looking at Haitang lying on the bed, looking pitiful from the pain, a flash of

fire , then he regained his composure. He pulled the blanket up a little for Haitang, then sat down beside her. "It's alright, Dad will stay here with

you. If you want some water, just say so."
Haitang hummed in agreement and closed her eyes. She seemed fine on the surface, but her stomach really hurt,

throbbing in waves, like a knife twisting inside her

. She reached down and gently pressed her lower abdomen, but her hands were cold, and the pressure only made the pain worse. She desperately wanted to reach inside and churn it up. Suddenly, a large hand covered her

lower abdomen. Haitang was startled and quickly opened her eyes. Her stepfather had reached in from under the blanket. Before she could speak,

he said, "Why is your stomach so cold? No wonder it hurts. Dad will rub it for you, it'll feel better once it warms up."

Haitang felt this was inappropriate and tried to push him away, but the warmth from his hand

seemed . In this moment of distraction, Liu Changshu actually climbed onto her back, not giving her

a chance to refuse, and pulled her into his arms.
Oh dear, I've been so long-winded, and we haven't even started yet! Honey, don't worry, Haitang's first time is

coming soon!

Nightmare 3:
Seeing her stepfather lying on the bed, Haitang was a little confused. She lost her father at a young age and didn't know

if other fathers did the same thing, but as she grew up, she subconsciously felt that it shouldn't be like this.

Therefore , she wouldn't let Liu Changshu hug her, and pressed her hands against his chest. "Dad, I...I'm all better now."
Seeing Haitang's struggle, Liu Changshu ignored her and wrapped one hand around her hands, rubbing them back and forth a few

times before saying, "Good girl, Dad will rub them for you, they'll warm up in a bit. The weather is getting cooler now, and your hands and feet are always cold

. Girls can't be careless at this time. Your mother sometimes still has pain, but I rub her and she feels better.

Be , Dad will warm you up. Close your eyes and sleep, and the pain will go away when you're warm. I'll leave after you fall asleep."
Hearing her stepfather's words, Haitang felt quite grateful. Her hands did indeed gradually warm up and weren't so cold anymore. She thought, "

So this is what a father is like. It's so good to have such a good father."
Seeing Haitang's obedience, a glint flashed in Liu Changshu's eyes. He looked down at his clothes,

then quietly got up, quickly took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and went back to bed, holding Haitang in his arms.
The warmth from beside her startled Haitang. Opening her eyes, she saw

her her. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. She shifted slightly, only to feel a surge of liquid beneath her,

her entire buttocks enveloped in warmth. She immediately stopped moving, pulling back slightly to avoid

her stepfather's bare chest.
Seeing Haitang's hesitation, Liu Changshu calmly explained, "Sweetie, close your eyes and sleep. Dad

didn't change clothes after work. These clothes from outside are very dusty and uncomfortable." He then placed one

hand under Haitang's neck for support, while his other hand slipped under the covers to cover her lower abdomen

. "Dad's body is like a furnace, it'll warm your bed up in no time. Okay, go to sleep, Dad

's here with you."
Nestled against her stepfather's warm chest, with a large, warm hand gently massaging her lower abdomen, the warmth seeped through her pajamas

and into her body. Haitang felt like the pain had really lessened, and she sighed comfortably.
"Comfortable, isn't it?" Liu Changshu chuckled softly, asking in a low voice before his large hand naturally

slipped inside the edge of her pajamas, moving back and forth across her smooth skin. The warmth soothed the pain in her abdomen. Before

Haitang could think about whether her actions were inappropriate, she heard her stepfather's voice from above, "You little rascal,

why are your feet still so cold?" Then, a pair of large feet clamped down on her legs,

the warm soles sliding up and down her small feet, the warmth coming in waves, but the ticklish feeling made Haitang

want to laugh.
"Little girl, aren't you asleep yet? Go to sleep quickly," Liu Changshu said, feigning a

scolding towards Haitang. He tightened his grip on Haitang's legs, his large hand lingering on the edge of her pajama bottoms.
Haitang shifted uncomfortably, and Liu Changshu immediately removed his hand, pressing it back onto her stomach and gently massaging

it . After what seemed like an eternity, just as Haitang was drifting off to sleep, she heard her stepfather say in a low voice

, "Oh, by the way, Haitang, is your flow heavy? Did you put your sanitary napkin in? Let Dad check." With that,

he slipped one leg between Haitang's tightly closed legs, spreading them apart and pressing them down. Then, his large hand reached

directly into her pajama bottoms, pressing against her genitals through her underwear.
"Dad!" Haitang, unaware of what her stepfather was doing, instinctively cried out, a

hint . "It's okay, I'll press it tighter for you, otherwise it'll leak out. Go to sleep, okay?" After saying that, his large hand completely enveloped

Haitang's genitals, pressing it in forcefully. Haitang

felt . Before she could think further, she saw her stepfather pull his hand away from under her neck, bend down, and crawl under the covers. Not

knowing what her stepfather was going to do, she was still half asleep when she felt a chill on her lower body. Her stepfather had pulled the covers up a little from underneath, and

the cold air seeped into the already warm bed, making Haitang shiver. "Good girl, Dad will take a look, it'll

be fine ." Liu

Changshu spread Haitang's legs wider, his eyes fixed on Haitang's lower body. Her small panties, padded with a sanitary napkin, were bulging and covering the mysterious place he longed for. Involuntarily, Liu Changshu

leaned in and a deep sniff. Then, tremblingly, he gently pulled down the small panties. With just that one glance,

Liu Changshu's eyes were fixed on her.
A few stray hairs clung to her snow-white skin, indicating that the little girl's body was already developing

. The tiny flower was tightly closed, revealing no entrance, when suddenly, a small trickle of blood slowly emerged from within.

The fluid overflowed, trickling down the small seam and finally soaking into the thin tissue. Liu Changshu felt

a surge of heat in his lower body; his manhood seemed to be stirring. He quickly composed himself and was about to reach out to touch it again when

he heard Haitang's soft murmur, "Dad, cold..." So, he hurriedly pulled up Haitang's pants,

pressed them firmly against his skin a few times, covered her with the blanket, and lay back down, holding her tightly.
Still a child at heart, Haitang soon fell into a deep sleep. Hearing Haitang's even breathing,

Liu Changshu's large hands began to caress her body without restraint.
Pulling up Haitang's pajamas, two small bulges appeared before Liu Changshu's eyes. He glanced at them,

then opened his mouth and took one in, licking it gently. The girl's nipples were small, with delicate pink

areolas that were incredibly endearing. Liu Changshu would sometimes take the entire breast into his mouth, sometimes bite

the small nipple with his teeth, and sometimes sweep his tongue across it. In a short time, Haitang's chest was

soaked . With Liu Changshu's kneading, Haitang, still asleep, began to moan softly.
Hearing the girl's kitten-like sounds, Liu Changshu felt his body growing hotter and hotter. He gently turned Haitang over

, letting her lean against him with her back to him. Then, he reached around to grab her small

breast , and with the other, he pulled down his underwear, releasing his already erect penis. He then pressed it firmly

between Haitang's buttocks, which were covered by a sanitary napkin. After a few simple rubs, he inserted his penis

between Haitang's tightly closed legs, gently thrusting in and out. His large hand then reached into his pants, stroking her pubic area, where a few hairs had grown

.
Watching Haitang lean softly against him, completely under his control, her legs clamped around his

genitals , Liu Changshu felt like he was about to explode. He laid Haitang flat on the bed again, spreading her legs wide,

and sat between them. Her pajamas were pulled up to her shoulders, her pajama bottoms down to her calves, her legs

spread wide , and bloodstains were already seeping through her small panties—she looked like she was welcoming being ravaged.

Liu Changshu felt a surge of anger, grabbed his hard member and pressed it between Haitang's legs, thrusting upwards repeatedly,

wiping all his fluids onto the thin fabric. Then he leaned down, his large mouth directly enveloping

Haitang's red lips, kissing them a few times, then licking her lips back and forth with his tongue, before tentatively

inserting his tongue inside, stirring her pink little tongue.
Haitang felt a tickle on her face, unconsciously raising her hand to wipe it away, then fell into a deep sleep again. Liu Changshu

was startled by Haitang's movements and froze, too afraid to move. Seeing that Haitang was still asleep, he grew bolder.

He lowered his head and took Haitang's tender breast into his mouth, sucking on it a few times like a baby, while his lower body thrust back and forth. After

sucking both of Haitang's nipples until they were erect, he turned his attention back to Haitang's red lips.
Liu Changshu gently knelt beside Haitang's pillow, stroked her red lips with his fingers for a while, and then

inserted his fingers into her slightly open mouth. After thrusting them in and out a few times, getting his fingers completely covered in saliva, Liu

Changshu carefully placed his still-erect penis against Haitang's lips.
Looking at Haitang's sleeping face and feeling the touch of her small mouth on his glans, Liu Changshu felt incredibly excited. He wished

he could immediately strip off Haitang's pants, thrust himself into that small crevice, and release his hot liquid.

However knowing the time wasn't right, he took a few deep breaths, stood up, and began

to masturbate, staring at Haitang's wide-open legs.
"Ah... Oh..." With a few soft moans, thick, fishy liquid gushed out, shooting directly onto Haitang's

naked abdomen, some splashing onto her face. Liu Changshu slowly stroked his penis back and forth, prolonging

the pleasure. Then he sat down next to Haitang, gently smearing the semen from his lower abdomen onto Haitang's small nipples and swollen

vulva . He then stuck out his tongue, slowly licking away the remaining liquid on Haitang's face before feeding it into her mouth.

Nightmare 4
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After this incident, Haitang felt even closer to Liu Changshu. She thought that other people's biological fathers might

also love their daughters this much. She was a stepfather, but he was so good to her. She and her mother were truly blessed.

Therefore, she could face Liu Changshu's burning gaze with equanimity. Haitang also

felt that her stepfather's occasional disheveled appearance was because he didn't treat her like an outsider, but like his own daughter. Therefore, when

she saw her stepfather's underwear covered in wet liquid again, she didn't feel disgusted and carefully washed it.
Seeing that Haitang no longer deliberately avoided his touch, Liu Changshu was secretly pleased and his actions became more and more

unrestrained . Whenever Zhao Qin was at work and not at home, Liu Changshu would intentionally

pat Haitang's buttocks when talking to her, and even when Haitang was washing clothes, he would stand aside and put his hand on Haitang's waist.
That day, Zhao Qin was on the night shift again. Looking at the dark sky outside the window and the branches swaying in the strong wind, Zhao Qin

closed the window and said to Haitang, "It looks like it's going to rain heavily. It's getting cold, so

be careful when you sleep tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Haitang replied and then buried herself in her homework again. Zhao Qin tidied up,

went to the living room to give Liu Changshu a few more instructions, and then went to work.
Today's math was a bit difficult, and it was quite late when Haitang finished her homework. Looking at the time, she forced her heavy

eyelids open, washed up, said goodnight to Liu Changshu, and went back to her room.
"Crack! Boom!" A flash of lightning accompanied by a huge roar woke Haitang from her dream.

In the instant of the flash of white light, she suddenly saw a figure standing in front of her bed. "Ah~" A scream escaped her lips,

only to be choked shut by a large hand. "Don't scream, it's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Haitang's terrified heart calmed down slightly. "Dad, it's you! You scared me to death! Why aren't you asleep

so late?"
Liu Changshu, wearing only his underwear, sat down on the bed and said to Haitang, "There was a lot of thunder and lightning today. I

was worried you were scared, so I came to check on you. I didn't expect to scare you." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Dad will

sleep with you. It's getting chilly, and your mom isn't home, so we'll keep each other company." With that, he pulled back the covers and crawled

inside.
Haitang was about to say something when her stepfather pulled her close and hugged her, a large hand rubbing her buttocks.

After a few moments, Liu Changshu said, "Haitang, your little body is so comfortable to hold. Why do I love you so much?" "Dad..."

Hearing her stepfather's words, Haitang looked up and opened her mouth to call out, but a strong masculine scent

washed over her, and her stepfather's mouth was firmly covered hers.
"Mmm..." Realizing something was wrong, Haitang immediately struggled, but her small strength was no

match for an adult man. Her hands were grabbed and twisted behind her back, and her pajamas were lifted up to

her .
"Good daughter, Dad loves you. Let Dad kiss you, ah, just one kiss." Pressing down on Haitang's body,

Liu Changshu buried his head in Haitang's chest and nuzzled her, finally taking one of her small nipples into his mouth.
"Ah~~ Let go, let go..." An unprecedented panic filled Haitang's heart. She twisted

her body desperately, kicked her legs, and screamed loudly.
Even amidst the pauses in the thunder, Haitang's screams were still somewhat jarring in the night. Liu Changshu, somewhat frightened, stood

up and pinned Haitang's legs down with his foot. He covered her mouth with one hand, while quickly pulling off

his underwear with the other, then stuffed it into her mouth.
Haitang's mouth was stuffed full, her cheeks bulging painfully, and large tears streamed down her face. She

didn't understand why her stepfather, who had been so tender just a minute ago, had suddenly become so terrifying. Her pajamas

were pulled up to her neck and piled up, and her pants were also pulled down, leaving her completely naked in front of her stepfather.
Seeing Haitang's small body laid out naked before him for the first time, Liu Changshu felt a renewed

pain in his lower body. He pulled Haitang's pants down and used them as a rope to tie her hands together above her head before

slowly pressing his body down on top of her.
"Haitang, my dear, do you know how long Daddy has been waiting for this day? I think about you every night. Daddy

loves you, ah." As he spoke, he

stroked . Her developing breasts couldn't withstand such treatment. Haitang felt waves of pain,

but she couldn't make a sound. She could only twist her body to avoid his large hand. But before she could escape,

her small breast was grabbed, followed by a warm sensation. Her stepfather opened his mouth and took her breast into his mouth.
"Mmm... mmm..." Watching helplessly as her stepfather's hot tongue swept back and forth across her

small breast, occasionally pulling at her nipple between his lips, Haitang felt no

pain. Her body grew weaker and weaker. She could only desperately make sounds from her throat, hoping her voice would

carry outside and be heard by someone who could save her. Unfortunately, the thunder and torrential

rain completely drowned out her faint voice, leaving Liu Changshu to leave

various marks on her small body at will.
Seeing her nipples, now completely soaked in his saliva, trembling and erect, Liu Changshu was very pleased.

Seeing Haitang still struggling, shouting, and crying in vain, he wiped her face with his hand. "Good girl, why are you crying?

Daddy loves you. Look at your breasts, so small, Daddy can't even hold them in his hand. Daddy will rub them for you so they'll

grow bigger. Daddy will suck on your little nipples, they'll definitely grow beautiful, like peanuts, so lovable. Daddy

only took a few bites and it's already hard. Our Haitang is truly Daddy's little darling!" After saying this, he rubbed Haitang's chest a few more times without regard for her

, then slowly slid down to her open legs.
"My little darling, look at you here, like a flower, so pink and tender, so pretty. Daddy loves you to death

!"
With her body completely exposed in front of her stepfather, Haitang felt an unprecedented sense of shame overwhelm

her. As soon as her upper body relaxed, she struggled to sit up, but as soon as she sprang up, Liu

Changshu swiftly pressed her down. Then, Liu Changshu grabbed Haitang's legs, spread them apart, and pressed them upwards, rendering Haitang

unable to move anymore.
“Dad originally wanted to take it slow, but since you’re so disobedient, Dad has no choice but to force you.” Liu Changshu’s eyes were fixed

on Haitang’s wide-open legs. The previously tightly closed crevice was now slightly

open because of the spread of her legs, and the beautiful sight that no one had ever seen before fatally attracted him. He stood up, untied Haitang’s hands,

and then tied her legs to her hands one by one, fixing her with his body to prevent her from moving. He then eagerly

stroked his already hard and swollen penis with one hand and reached down to Haitang’s small crevice to probe and dig.
Haitang didn’t know what was going to happen, but the scene she had seen her stepfather and mother in the room suddenly

flashed before her eyes. She immediately struggled and shook her buttocks vigorously, but the way she was bound made her

powerless. She could only watch helplessly as her stepfather’s fingers poked and prodded her lower body.
After stroking it with his fingers for a long time without any fluid coming out, Liu Changshu's penis was in excruciating pain. He had lost all

patience , withdrew his fingers, spat at the spot, and then pressed his burning penis

against the small opening.

Nightmare 5
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I added some content to the last chapter, please go back to Chapter 4 before reading this chapter.
"Ugh..." Haitang felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged heavily

into , tearing her apart. Every pore on her body seemed to open violently, sweat gushing out, and an

indescribable pain swept over her entire body. She rolled her eyes back in agony, her voice stuck in her throat, and she almost fainted

.
Liu Changshu wasn't having an easy time either. Haitang's vagina wasn't lubricated; it was dry and tight. His forceful penetration

made his penis ache from being scraped so much. But the tightness and heat of the passage were something he

had never experienced before. Suddenly, he felt both pain and pleasure, which made him incredibly proud. "Good daughter, you're finally Daddy's.

Daddy will untie you, ah. Don't cry, don't cry, ah. This is how it is for every woman the first time. It'll be better next time." He kept

himself firmly inside Haitang's body, while raising his hand to untie the clothes binding her, and then

took out his underwear that had been stuffed into Haitang's mouth.
Haitang moved her already numb lips, but before she could speak, Liu Changshu's big mouth had already covered hers,

his tongue directly into Haitang's mouth, sweeping back and forth between her teeth and mouth. Haitang futilely tried to avoid

her stepfather 's tongue, but in the end, Liu Changshu held her tongue in his mouth, sucking on it while exchanging his saliva with hers.

Inside.
Haitang tried to dodge, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't escape her stepfather's large mouth. After a while, Liu Changshu

finally
kissed her enough, released her mouth, and then moved down to take one of Haitang's breasts into his mouth. "Get out, get out, Mom, save me, get out~~" As soon as her mouth was free, Haitang cried out,

pounding on Liu Changshu's shoulders and pushing him away, her legs kicking.
Liu Changshu pinched Haitang's nipple hard, pulled her hands down and pressed them above her head, lowered his head

and took her mouth into his mouth, then pulled his penis out slightly before thrusting it in again.
Haitang couldn't scream anymore; the pain of being defiled hadn't lessened, and the sudden thrusting only

made things worse. With her mouth covered, the only sound in the room was the man's heavy breathing.
Releasing Haitang, Liu Changshu stood up, holding her legs and slowly withdrew his erect penis

. As soon as it left the opening, blood flowed out, dripping onto the sheets like a blooming

flower.
The sight deeply aroused Liu Changshu. He spread Haitang's legs wider, then thrust his

blood-stained penis forcefully into her still-open orifice.
"Ahhhhhh, my Haitang, Daddy's going to be so happy! You don't know how wonderful your little mouth is,

so hot and tight, it feels so good on Daddy. Ahhhhhhh!" Liu Changshu thrust in and out, kneading

Haitang's breasts as he uttered lewd words. "Oh...so good, Haitang, your little

hole was born for Daddy, it's perfect for Daddy to fuck. Ah~~so good, ah~~"
Haitang gripped the sheets tightly beneath her. She didn't understand why her stepfather had such a pleasurable expression. She only knew that

she was dying, her body no longer belonged to her, her breasts were already red and swollen,

one cracked, and her lower body had long since lost all feeling. She didn't know how long this pain would last. She

stared intently at the black dot on the wall, unable to hear anything.
"Baby~~Baby~~Ah~~Oh~~Daddy really likes you, Daddy fucks you so well~~Ah~~

" Liu Changshu was completely immersed in the immense pleasure that the little passage brought him. The little girl's

body was thin and soft, incredibly inexperienced. Every time he entered, he could feel the little hole being stretched wide

open , and every time he withdrew, he felt like a small hand was tightly gripping him. That kind of stimulation was something he

had never experienced in his decades of life. His wife had already lost her virginity when she married him, and now Zhao Qin

had also given birth. How could he feel this way?
"Ah~~ Little Haitang, my darling~~ Ah~~ Daddy's fucking you, do you know what fucking means?

It's like this, Daddy's fucking feels so good, are you comfortable? Ah~~ Ah~~" With a few shouts, Liu Changshu

quickly thrust a few times, then pulled his penis out, the sticky semen shooting straight onto Haitang's lower abdomen.

After letting out a few heavy breaths, Liu Changshu collapsed onto Haitang.
"My good baby, Daddy has never felt so good. Today Daddy is really enjoying it."

After calming down for a while, Liu Changshu rolled over and lay to the side, pulling the limp Haitang into his arms and holding her tightly.
The sudden movement stimulated Haitang's aching body, and she couldn't help but groan through her nose. "What's wrong? Does it

hurt? Let Daddy see." After saying that, Liu Changshu kissed Haitang hard on the lips,

then turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and pulled Haitang's body under the light, carefully examining her legs, which were already too weak to close.
Haitang groaned weakly, letting her stepfather spread her body out and expose it to the light. "Oh, it's all

torn and cracked, it's all Daddy's fault! Daddy got too excited and made my little Haitang all swollen. It's okay, Daddy will lick it clean."

After saying that, he lewdly stuck out his tongue and carefully

licked away the sticky liquid and bloodstains on Haitang's vulva.
Haitang still let her stepfather do as he pleased, her lower body was already numb, but now, when it was washed by the warm saliva,

the torn skin suddenly stung. In addition, in her mind, that was just a private place for excretion, and now it

was being stared at and licked by her stepfather, which made her tremble and slightly twist her

little buttocks to struggle.
With a "smack," Liu Changshu lightly slapped Haitang's buttocks. "Good girl, don't move. Dad will take

care of you. A woman's first time always has to be tough. Next time, next time Dad will make you feel good. Then you

'll know how good it is to be a woman." As he spoke, he lewdly ran his fingers back and forth across Haitang's swollen, tender

flesh. "So pink and tender. This is the first time Dad has ever thought a woman's private parts look good. Unlike your mother,

who's been fucked raw. Her vagina is dark and loose. Dad doesn't even want to do it. It's like a train going into a tunnel. Luckily, Dad has taken your

body and enjoyed it, haha." After saying this smugly, he suddenly stuck out his tongue and

swept it across the slightly open crevice, occasionally sucking and making "slurp" sounds.
The next day, Haitang caught a cold and developed a high fever. When she woke up, she found herself lying in the hospital.

"Haitang, you're awake? You scared me to death! How are you now? Does your head hurt?" Seeing Zhao Qin's

concerned expression, Haitang felt a pang of sadness, and tears streamed down her face. "What... what happened? Ah?

Does it hurt somewhere? Ah? Don't cry, Mom will go call the doctor, ah..."
"No, Mom, Mom..." Haitang gripped Zhao Qin's hand tightly, wanting to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth,

she couldn't utter a word. She looked up and saw Liu Changshu walking in carrying fruit. "Haitang's awake? I went to buy some

fruit , have some later." As he put the fruit down, he reached out to touch Haitang's forehead. Haitang instinctively flinched,

but Liu Changshu, noticing her movement, paused before still reaching out. "Hmm, the fever's gone down." Zhao Qin took

the apples he'd bought and turned to Haitang, saying, "Your dad really deserves

credit went to check on you, only to find you had a fever. He rushed you to the hospital. I'll wash the fruit for you,

it'll be time for your medicine soon."
After Zhao Qin left the ward... In the room, Haitang glared at Liu Changshu resentfully and whispered, "I don't want to see you."

Liu Changshu chuckled, sat down next to Haitang, and tucked her in. "You silly child,

sleep . Dad will make you some porridge when I get home." Aunt Zhao, who was in the next bed, happened to be a neighbor. Seeing this,

she said to the people around her, "Everyone says stepfathers and stepmothers are bad, but I think even some biological fathers can't compare to Changshu." Then she said to

Haitang "Haitang, you and your daughter are so lucky to have met Changshu." Liu Changshu smiled modestly.

"Aunt Zhao, look at what you're saying. Isn't this just what you're supposed to do?"
Haitang felt a mix of emotions. Last night's events were like a nightmare; every time she closed her eyes, she could almost see

her stepfather contorted, sweaty face, pressing heavily against her. Should she tell her mother? But her mother

had finally gotten married; what would she do if she told her? Call the police? She didn't dare. She

simply . Besides, if Liu Changshu was arrested, her mother would be implicated too. She clearly

remembered a TV show about a girl older than herself who was raped. Although the perpetrator was arrested, the

girl 's story became known, and everyone pointed fingers and said hurtful things. In the end

, the girl jumped to her death. Haitang knew this was shameful, so she couldn't do anything. She couldn't ruin

her mother 's happiness. She decided that from now on, whenever her mother worked the night shift, she would stay at her best friend Xiaofen's house,

far away from him, so he would never bully her again.
Haitang was young and naive; living under the same roof, where could she hide? Besides,

staying at a classmate's house once was fine, but what excuse could she give for staying twice or three times? Moreover, Liu Changshu was deliberately

looking for Haitang; she couldn't simply hide.
"Ah~ Ah~~ I can't take it anymore, ah~~"
Haitang covered herself tightly with the blanket, but she could still hear her mother's cries. She knew

what her mother was doing. Just thinking about Liu Changshu's狰狞 face filled Haitang with fear and disgust. Having experienced such pain

, she couldn't understand her mother's seemingly pleasurable moans.
Haitang was dreaming. She dreamt she was climbing a mountain, and suddenly fell. Before she could get up,

a large rock rolled down and landed heavily on her. She woke up with a start, only to find that she wasn't

dreaming; she was really being pinned down.
"Ugh..." She was about to scream, but a large hand tightly covered her mouth.
"Shh! Don't shout! Your mother's asleep, do you want to wake her?" Liu Changshu pressed down on Haitang,

covering her mouth while quickly pulling down her pants.
Haitang dared not make a sound after hearing her stepfather's words, but immediately struggled after realizing his intention.

"Don't move!" Liu Changshu lowered his voice, pinched Haitang's waist hard, and while Haitang was in pain and

not paying attention to him, he quickly stripped Haitang naked from the waist down, then pressed his naked body

against hers .
Haitang looked at the thick thing between her legs in horror, the painful memory of the last time resurfacing

in her mind. She wanted to resist, but her hands and feet were restrained, and that ugly, steaming thing was pressing tightly

against her, about to tear her apart again.
"My dear daughter, Dad has missed you so much. I finally managed to get your mother to fall into a deep sleep, and now I can finally

pamper you properly." As he spoke, he hurriedly squeezed his fiery red penis and

slid it , wiping his already overflowing lustful fluids onto it.
Haitang finally managed to squeeze a little space out of Liu Changshu's grasp. She cried softly, "Dad, I beg you

, you already... you already took me last time, please let me go. I promise to take good care of you from now on."
"You're already mine, what's the difference between once and twice? Be good, Dad will make you feel good this time.

I deliberately made your mother scream and cry just now, so you could hear. Your mother felt so good. Now you'll

know what it feels like. Be good and don't make a sound, or you'll wake your mother up, ah." After saying that, he spat

on his hand and rubbed his penis from top to bottom. Then he lifted Haitang's legs and tried to push her forward, but

after a few tries, he couldn't get into her little hole. Liu Changshu got a little anxious, turned Haitang's body over

, grabbed her waist and lifted her lower body, then spread her buttocks and pressed his face against hers.
Haitang felt incredibly humiliated. Her body was in such an embarrassing position, her stepfather's head

was right there, and his tongue was licking and spitting at her genitals. She dared not make a sound, only

desperately twisting her body to try to crawl forward.
"Ah... um..." As soon as she moved forward, a body pressed down on her, and then a

hot iron- like penis from Nanbangguo plunged into her body. She opened her mouth to cry out, but it was immediately covered by a large hand. Then, another hand

reached down to her lower body, rubbed it a few times, and then Nanbangguo went even deeper.
Haitang's eyes were wide open, her rapid breathing escaping through the gaps in his large hands. She heard the man's

voice repeatedly in her ear, "Oh...that's good, this is what fucking feels like. Ahhh..."
Knowing Haitang wouldn't make any more noise, Liu Changshu released her, turned her face, and

kissed her lips a few times. "Good girl, it doesn't hurt this time, right? It only hurts when a woman loses her virginity for the first time

, then it gets comfortable. You're too tight, it hurts Daddy. Daddy will fuck you hard, make you loosen up a bit, so

you'll know how good it is to be a woman."
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Nightmare 6.
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Knowing that Haitang didn't want to ruin her mother's hard-won marriage, Liu Changshu became increasingly bold.

He would seize any opportunity to touch or kiss Haitang. Even when the three of them were eating together, Liu Changshu would touch

Haitang's thigh. Haitang had nowhere to hide, yet dared not tell anyone, truly suffering unbearably.
That day, Zhao Qin was on the night shift, not working the night watch, and finished work at 10 pm. Haitang hurriedly ate a few bites of food and returned to

her room, hoping her mother would come home early. However, when she saw Liu Changshu approaching her room with the key,

she knew that her stepfather wanted to do *that* to her again.
"Hehe, little Haitang, is there any place in this house that Daddy can't enter? What's the use of locking the door? While your mom

isn't back, Daddy will get intimate with you."
Haitang dodged while whispering, "Daddy, I beg you, please let me go, I'm still so young..."
"Young? Where is it young? Didn't your mom buy you bras? That means your breasts are already big enough to be

covered by bras. Your little mouth down there can even swallow Daddy's huge breasts, where is it young?" Liu Changshu deliberately twisted Haitang's

meaning, saying lewd things while reaching out to grab Haitang. Seeing Haitang dodging back and forth, he became somewhat

interested and wasn't in a hurry, just teasing Haitang.
Taking advantage of a brief moment, Haitang dashed out of the room and ran towards the door, ready to leave

. Just as her hand touched the handle, she was grabbed and pulled around the waist.
"It's already 8 o'clock, little Haitang, do you still want to go out?" Before Haitang could struggle, Liu Changshu scooped

her up and prepared to carry her back into the room. Haitang panicked, twisting her body violently, almost causing Liu Changshu to lose his grip. He

stopped , still holding her tightly. "Don't want to be in bed? Hehe, okay, let's change the location today."
Seeing that her stepfather wasn't heading towards the room, Haitang breathed a sigh of relief. But the adult world was far beyond

the comprehension of a middle school student's simple thoughts. There were plenty of places to do this besides the bed.

Now, Liu Changshu placed Haitang on the dining table and began to unzip his pants.
Haitang panicked. She was confused; wasn't this kind of thing only to be done in the bedroom? When she saw that Liu Changshu had already

unzipped his pants, and she could almost see the thing that caused her pain, she could no longer bear it. She struggled

to jump off the dining table, knelt at Liu Changshu's feet, and cried, "Dad, you're my dad! I beg you, please don't treat

me like this anymore. I'm still young, I still have to go to school, please let me go, I promise I'll take good care of you in the future."
Seeing Haitang's pitiful appearance, Liu Changshu felt his lust surge. "I'm not your dad,

I'm your man. You've given me your body, so you're mine. It's no different whether I fuck you 10 times or once.

If you really want to take good care of me, let me fuck you properly now. Dad's so swollen, let Dad go into your little hole and move around

a few times, and the water inside will come out."
Haitang clung tightly to Liu Changshu's leg, refusing to let him pull her up. Looking at Haitang's big,

wet eyes and her small lips pleading with him, Liu Changshu raised an eyebrow, and an idea came to

mind.
"You're really unwilling? But Dad's sore from the swelling, I can't keep it hard like this, can I? Is it okay as long as

I don't penetrate your little hole, anything else is fine?"
Hearing Liu Changshu's words, Haitang was stunned for a moment. She thought, as long as he doesn't do *that* kind of thing, the rest

is just letting him touch her a few times and kiss her a few times, so she immediately nodded.
Seeing Haitang nod, Liu Changshu said, "Okay, Dad won't penetrate you today." Haitang looked up happily, immediately

let go of Liu Changshu's thigh, stood up and prepared to walk into the room. "Wait, you just promised that you'd do anything

except penetrate your hole, so where are you going?" Haitang stopped in her tracks, biting her lower

lip tightly as she stood in the middle of the room, listening to Liu Changshu's footsteps coming from behind her.
After slowly stripping naked from the waist down, Liu Changshu plopped down on the sofa, legs spread wide,

pointing at his still erect penis and saying, "It's still so hard here. You'd better help it soften,

right?" Seeing Haitang still staring blankly, he impatiently said, "Come here, still standing there? Your mother's

coming back soon. Do you want her to see this?"
Haitang snapped out of her daze, but she didn't know what to do. She just took a few steps closer, turning her head away, unwilling to look at

that ugly thing. He reached out and pulled Haitang over, making her squat between his legs. He turned her head and laughed, "What?

Still shy? I've been inside you several times already. It's Daddy's treasure. Help Daddy get it wet."
Haitang was stunned, not daring to look at the dark hair between her stepfather's legs and that menacingly erect thing,

but she couldn't look away. Hearing Liu Changshu's words, she was somewhat at a loss, only feeling her squatting legs go numb.
"Silly girl, you can't even do this? Didn't I specifically tell you to listen to your mother? Open your mouth, stick out your tongue,

and lick." Caught off guard, Haitang was forced by her stepfather's large hand to bring her head close to his penis. She hurriedly tried to back away,

but her head was firmly pressed down. The steaming, umbrella-shaped object was already in front of her mouth. Haitang kept her mouth tightly shut,

refusing to comply.
"Be good. Otherwise, I'll have to fuck your hole down there. Good girl, today you'll suck on it for Daddy, and Daddy

won't touch you." With that, his large hand pressed down further, his lower body moving up and down,

rubbing against Haitang's lips.
Haitang closed her eyes tightly, took a few deep breaths, and reluctantly opened her red lips, her tongue timidly sticking

out to lick the terrifying penis before quickly retracting.
"Oh...so good, quick, stick out your tongue and lick it carefully, like eating the popsicle Dad bought you." Liu

Changshu held Haitang firmly between his legs, preventing her from moving, while constantly instructing her on her movements. Haitang had no

choice but to follow her stepfather's instructions, sticking out her tongue and carefully licking his penis all over. Soon,

it was all wet and glistening.
Liu Changshu watched lewdly as Haitang's pink lower tongue swept back and forth on his swollen penis.

The sense of conquest in his heart completely outweighed the physical pleasure. After letting Haitang lick his lower body thoroughly, he said, "Okay,

now open your mouth and take it in." Seeing that Haitang did not move, he pinched Haitang's mouth and stuffed his penis

in. "!...Wrap your mouth around your teeth, don't hurt them, hurry up, swallow it like you're eating a popsicle."

Pressing Haitang's head down, Liu Changshu slowly thrust his body upwards, shoving his huge penis little by little into Haitang's

mouth.
Her mouth was filled with a pungent, erotic liquid. Each time she was forced down, the coarse, stiff hair brushed against her

face , making Haitang feel nauseous. But she couldn't help it; her body was tightly restrained, and her legs were numb from squatting. She thought

that if he softened soon, she would be free. So, suppressing her nausea, she opened her mouth wider and forcefully took the purplish-red thing

into her mouth .
"Oh...so good...yes, just like that, ah...so good...oh..." Liu Changshu

closed his eyes in pleasure, involuntarily groaning. Seeing Haitang's expression, he roughly understood her

thoughts , so he leaned back in the sofa chair and let her do as she pleased.
Saliva dripped continuously from Haitang's lips, and she felt an unbearable soreness in her mouth. She spat out the penis

and looked up at her stepfather. "Tired? Dad's almost there, about to cum. If your mouth can't handle it, how about we use our lower body?"

Liu Changshu asked slyly, one hand stroking Haitang's face, the other playing with his own penis. Hearing her stepfather's words,

Haitang immediately shook her head, then lowered her aching legs to a kneeling position, taking the erect penis back into her mouth.
"Ah... good daughter, a little harder, suck it in. Oh... yes, so good... ah..."

Liu Changshu slid down in pleasure, and with Haitang's sucking, he began to thrust upwards, the force increasing and

the frequency increasing. Haitang was very uncomfortable; she unconsciously reached out and grabbed the base of his penis, preventing Liu Changshu from thrusting further.

She moved to prevent the penis from going too deep into her mouth, but she wasn't strong enough, and it was still almost pushed into her throat, making her feel nauseous

.
"Ah... good Haitang, you're so good at sucking, Daddy feels like he's going to heaven. Ah...!... Oh...

don't be idle with your tongue, lick the opening above... Ah... Haitang, you're much better than your mother, Daddy

really likes you, both your upper and lower mouths are equally adorable... Ah... so good..." While moaning lewdly,

Liu Changshu's large hands were not idle either, directly reaching into Haitang's open collar, kneading Haitang's breasts, and

constantly pulling the small nipples upwards. "Haitang, your breasts have gotten bigger, hey, it's all thanks to Dad

for massaging them so often. Women look better and attract more attention when they have big breasts. Ah... don't stop, take them in a little more,

move your tongue around... oh..."
Haitang felt extremely painful. Liu Changshu's movements became more and more violent, her mouth ached terribly, his penis thrust deeper

and deeper, she could hardly breathe, and her breasts were being squeezed painfully, but she couldn't do anything about it, she just hoped he would finish soon.
Liu Changshu felt that his lower body couldn't take it anymore. Haitang's little mouth always came

out just when he was about to reach heaven, leaving him hanging in mid-air, so he suddenly pushed Haitang to the ground,

then pressed down on her, and began to tear at Haitang's clothes.
Haitang panicked and struggled, crying out, "Dad, I've already given you my mouth, you said you wouldn't touch me,

Dad~"
In the blink of an eye, she was naked and pressed down on her stepfather. Haitang twisted her body desperately, but it only

increased Liu Changshu's pleasure. "Daughter, your breasts have grown so much, they feel so good against Dad. Hehe,

Dad will just put them in and not move them. Ah, you're so tight down there, Dad will feel so good just leaving them there, just let Dad ejaculate."

As he spoke, ignoring Haitang's struggles, he reached out and inserted his finger into the small crevice.
"Ah..." The entry of the foreign object made Haitang tense up instantly. She cried out softly, "Dad,

you lied to me. You said you wouldn't do it if I sucked it, ah... get out, get out..."
"Dad hasn't even gone in yet. Let me open it up a bit first, then I'll put it in and not move. Dad told you to get it out for me.

Aren't you tired? Dad is almost suffocating because of you. How can you believe what a man says when he's doing it

, silly girl?"
Haitang was desperate and collapsed weakly on the ground, letting her stepfather's fingers go in and out of her body. Slowly,

a sticky liquid slowly flowed out of her body. Seeing this, Liu Changshu increased the frequency of his fingers going in and out,

and kissed Haitang's breasts back and forth. "Good daughter, you're wet. You like Dad doing this to you, right?

Why are you crying? If you don't like it, you won't wet." After saying that, he pulled his hand out, clamped Haitang's legs around his waist, and

thrust his body forward, his thick penis going in all the way.
Haitang sobbed uncontrollably, her body violated by her stepfather once more. She kept repeating, "Let me go!

You said you wouldn't do it to me anymore!"
Liu Changshu grabbed Haitang and flipped her over, making her sit on top of him. His penis

plunged even deeper, and Haitang cried out in pain. "My good daughter, now it's not me fucking you, it's you fucking me.

Ah... you're so comfortable, your body is so tight, so exciting... oh..." As soon as they changed positions, Liu Changshu

gripped Haitang's waist, lifting her up and down, thrusting himself into her body.
"Haitang...Haitang, does it feel good when Daddy fucks you? Your juices are soaking Daddy, it's so hot, ah...

Good daughter, don't be my daughter anymore, be my wife, ah, I don't like your mother, I like you, oh...!...

Ah...It feels good, when you turn 18, I'll divorce your mother, and we'll get married. Then, we

can do this openly, and you'll give me a son, ah..."
Haitang let Liu Changshu grab her and thrust into her. She endured it, thinking that he would finish quickly and she could just close her eyes and

it would be over . But she didn't expect that this man who was bullying her had this plan. He wanted to abandon his mother. Opening her eyes in anger

, she saw the despicable man enjoying himself with his eyes closed. A surge of pain,

anger, and resentment welled up inside her. Turning her head, she saw the fruit knife on the coffee table, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Kill him, and

it will all be over."
She reached for the knife and gripped it tightly, her heart filled with hatred. Liu Changshu, oblivious, continued thrusting

his body, his large hand kneading Haitang's breasts, moaning softly.
"Ahhhhh!" A sharp pain shot through him. Before he could react, a knife pierced his chest. He

opened his eyes to see Haitang, like a vengeful goddess, holding the dagger high, blood dripping from the tip—his

own blood. Liu Changshu tried to push Haitang away, but she held him back with incredible strength.

Watching the dagger plunge into his body again and again, Liu Changshu slowly closed his eyes.
Knowing what had happened, Zhao Qin was filled with remorse. She blamed herself for being so negligent towards her daughter, causing

her such suffering. Looking at Liu Changshu's corpse, Zhao Qin wanted to go up and stab him a few more times

. Why was she so heartless? She helped Haitang to bed, then brought warm water to wipe

the blood and sticky liquid off her daughter's body. She said to Haitang, "Don't think about anything, it's all my fault. I'm the one who hurt you. I

'll handle the rest. From now on, we'll be together, mother and daughter." She covered Haitang with a blanket and

watched her slowly close her eyes and fall asleep. Zhao Qin slowly got up and left the room.
Haitang opened her eyes as soon as her mother left the room. She knew what her mother was thinking. The neighbors must have heard

the commotion . Her mother would definitely take the blame for her,

but she had already been defiled, and her life was over. Why should she cause her mother any more suffering? After making her decision,

she got up, dressed, took the banknotes from the desk, wrote everything down, and then looked at

the photo of herself and her mother embracing in the frame. Holding back tears, she kissed her mother's face, saying, "Mom,

I'm sorry . In the next life, I'll still be your daughter."
She quietly lay back on the bed, gripping the pencil sharpener tightly, closed her eyes, and memories of happy

times flashed through her mind. Then, she slashed her wrist hard.
Haitang walked on a road that seemed to have no end. It was pitch black all around, with only one light ahead

. Each time she felt she was getting closer, she found the light still far away. She walked and walked, and then suddenly, as if she had stepped into thin air, she fell.

"Ah, I'm awake, I'm awake!" Slowly opening her sore eyes, the sudden light made Haitang uncomfortable, so she

closed . Where was she? Was she still alive?
"Haitang, Haitang, why are you so silly?" Hearing the crying in her ear, Haitang slowly opened her eyes, but the scene

before her made her feel as if she were in a dream. An antique house, and a woman dressed in ancient costume in front of her,

crying and looking at her. Just as she was wondering, the door was suddenly pushed open. "Is she awake?"
"Master," the woman in front of her curtsied to the man who had just entered, "Haitang just woke up, she's still

a little weak, Master, you..." "You think dying is enough? Don't you know who the Zhang family is? Can we

afford to offend them? Now that the betrothal and marriage ceremony are complete, even if she dies, her body will have to be buried in their cemetery."

"But, Master, that young master of the Zhang family is a dead man." "Sigh~ Don't say anymore. Since Haitang is alright, you should talk to her

properly . This isn't just her problem. Besides, after marrying into the family, she'll be the young mistress of the household, she can't

be bullied, can she?" After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and walked out.
Haitang lay blankly on the bed, wanting to speak, but her throat was hoarse and uncomfortable. She had just coughed when a glass of water

was brought to her lips. "Don't move around, come, have some water. Get well first. Oh, my poor

daughter , why are you so heartbroken? If something happens to you, how will your mother survive? Your father... oh,

he had no choice."
Haitang looked around, confused and not daring to speak, letting the woman wipe

her sweat and feed her. Several days passed, and Haitang's health gradually improved. The woman, who claimed to be her mother, finally explained
everything clearly. 　　She was from a place called Qi County, and the surname was Ye. Her name was Ye Haitang. Her father was a silk merchant named Ye Qingpu. Her mother's surname was Qin, and her name was Yueniang. She was a courtesan. Because of her beauty, her father took a liking to her, redeemed her freedom, and she became the fourth concubine in the household. At first, they were quite affectionate, but beauty alone cannot last. After Haitang was born, she never conceived again, and the mother and daughter were gradually neglected in the small courtyard. 　　Now, Haitang is to marry into the Zhang family, the most powerful family in the county. Speaking of the Zhang family, they are no ordinary people; they are the local tyrants. The patriarch is named Zhang Jingzhong. He used to be a hoodlum with no name. Later, he became a bodyguard under the Protector General of the Nation. Somehow, he saved the general's life, gained his favor, was given this name , and was even married to his niece. From then on, he came to Qi County and rose to become a local tyrant. Strangely enough, after having a son, the Zhang family patriarch never had another son. He had three daughters and quite a few concubines, but after many years, he still only had one son, Zhang Chengzhu. Naturally, he doted on him, spoiling him rotten. He was proficient in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. A few days ago, he fell down the stairs in a jealous fight. Although he got his revenge, his son suddenly became seriously ill. They sought medical help everywhere, but in the end, they had no choice but to arrange a marriage to bring him good luck. They obtained the birth charts of all the women in the county who were to be married off, and after some deliberation, they chose Haitang from the Ye family. 　　Haitang, neglected, was now 17 and still unmarried. Here, girls could marry at 14. In other families, a 17-year-old girl would already have a child of 2 or 3 years old. But when Haitang heard that she was to marry the wicked young master of the Zhang family for a marriage to bring him good luck, she couldn't bear it and jumped into a well. 　　Hearing the whole story, Haitang understood somewhat. Perhaps she had encountered the time-travel trope from the novel she'd borrowed from a classmate. Sighing inwardly, she looked at her mother and couldn't help but think of her own mother. She wondered what would happen to her mother if she died. A sense of closeness to her mother grew within her. 　　"Haitang, don't worry, I'll fight to the death to make you marry that tyrant Zhang." Hearing this, Haitang was deeply moved and said, "Mother, I won't try to kill myself again. I'll marry him." "What? You..." Yueniang immediately questioned Haitang. She herself was a courtesan, and although she had married into the family from an honest official , her status was still low. For so many years, she had been used to being subservient, but now that her daughter was involved, she absolutely did not want her to jump into a pit of fire. 　　"Mother, I know what you're worried about. Even if that young master Zhang is a bully, I was still the young mistress . No matter how reckless he is, I'll just ignore him. Besides, I can still give you a good life, can't I?" Haitang seemed to have grown up overnight, experiencing too much. Even though she was young, she had a lot of life experience. Thinking about how she couldn't give her mother a good life in her previous life, she was determined to fulfill her filial duty in this life. 　　Finally, on the auspicious day, Haitang sat in the bridal sedan chair and was carried to the Zhang family. After getting off the sedan chair, she was carried by the matchmaker to the hall to begin the wedding ceremony. Haitang was very nervous. It was the first time she had encountered such a thing. As soon as she was put on the ground, her legs went weak and she swayed to the side. "Careful!" A large hand steadily supported her, and the warmth of the palm went straight to Haitang's heart . Instantly, a sense of security filled her whole body. Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, Haitang was in a daze, but the warm hand and the pleasant male voice lingered in her mind until she was led into the bridal chamber. 　　The next chapter will be a bit of a surprise! 　　I didn't specify a particular dynasty or anything, I thought it was too much trouble, and I'm not good at it. I just used a random place name, and the names of the people are random too, I really don't have the talent for that. Just bear with it. I actually wrote over 6000 , you guys have to vote! The Wedding 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Night 　　Haitang sat nervously on the edge of the bed. She knew what was going to happen on her wedding night, but she was terrified. Her memories of the past were too painful; even now, she would involuntarily wake up from nightmares, just thinking of her stepfather's face. And now, at 17, she hadn't fully adapted to her newfound womanly curves, which were incomparable to her 14-year-old body. Now, surrounded by maids, she didn't dare pull down the red veil on her head, and could only wait blankly for her husband to lift it. 　　"Young Master is here!" Hearing the maid's voice, Haitang tensed up again. Then she heard the door open, followed by a flurry of footsteps. After a while, a weak voice said, "All of you, leave." The maids and servants left one after another, and the room finally quieted down. 　　Haitang felt a bead of sweat slowly sliding down her forehead. She wanted to reach up and wipe it away, but...

She dared not, her hands clenched tightly on her lap, her heart pounding faster and faster. Suddenly, with a "whoosh," the veil on

her head was ripped off, revealing a pale, slightly childish face.
The man before her—no, he should be a boy—looked to be only 15 or 16 years old, but his chapped

lips, lifeless eyes, swollen face, and profuse sweating clearly indicated

his weakness. Seeing him motionless as he looked her up and down, Haitang felt uneasy. Seeing him leaning against

the edge of the table, looking like he was about to fall apart, Haitang wanted to go and help him. As she struggled with whether to help or not

, he suddenly took a step forward and plopped down next to Haitang, leaning against the headboard and panting heavily. "You...cough...you're my wife? She's...she's...cough... far worse
than...Hongying from Cuihonglou , cough...cough..." Those few words seemed to kill him. Haitang dared not speak, only lowering her head, listening to his continuous heavy breathing and violent coughing. 　　Seeing his bride, chosen by his parents, so dazed, Zhang Chengzhu felt annoyed. He laboriously kicked off his boots, leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and reached into his trousers, only to find his manhood still limp. He felt a surge of anger. Opening his eyes, he saw his bride still sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, his knees bent, and he nudged Haitang. "Hey, still...still standing there...what are you doing? Come here...come here and...rub it for me..." He finished speaking with difficulty, panting heavily, then brazenly spread his legs, waiting for Haitang. 　　Suddenly, she felt a sharp push on her lower back. The force wasn't strong, but it still startled Haitang. She hurriedly turned to look her younger husband, somewhat bewildered. She sat down beside him, looked at him for a few seconds, and then placed her hand on his chest. "Want me to rub this?" 　　"Cough...how...how did you...marry me, marry...cough...you blockhead," she finally managed to say, followed by another fit of coughing. Zhang Chengzhu then pulled Haitang's hand down to his crotch. "Here." 　　The first thing that came to mind was her stepfather's fiery red, ugly thing. Haitang dared not move, but the soft mass under her hand didn't quite resemble what she remembered. Seeing the man on the bed so weak, and knowing he couldn't do anything, she began to gently knead the soft flesh. 　　Zhang Chengzhu felt very comfortable, his small hands kneading his genitals back and forth. Although he didn't have much skill, his manhood, which he couldn't get hard no matter what, seemed to be getting erect. He was pleased and said, "Pull...pull down your pants , put your hand...put your hand in." Haitang was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant. She was very unwilling, but thinking of Yueniang's words, she knew that her life was linked with his, so she had to do as he said . She raised her hand and slowly pulled down his pants. 　　Zhang Chengzhu cooperated with Haitang's movements with some effort. When his pants were pulled down and his entire lower body was exposed, he was sweating profusely again, and his face seemed even paler. "Quickly...give it to me...cough...get it hard..." Seeing the soft flesh that looked like a green worm among the messy hair, Haitang felt disgusted, but she dared not disobey. She reached out and pulled back as soon as she touched it. She glanced at the face with closed eyes, gritted her teeth, and grabbed the soft flesh. 　　"Mmm..." Zhang Chengzhu felt a small hand tightly gripping his manhood. The soft touch stimulated him, and he impatiently thrust his hips upwards a few times, enjoying the deadly pleasure. Haitang looked at the soft flesh in her hand in surprise—no, it was no longer soft flesh; it was now slowly erecting in her hand. She hurriedly let go, not daring to look anymore. 　　Feeling his long-dormant manhood harden again, Zhang Chengzhu was excited. Although it wasn't fully swollen and the hardness wasn't quite there yet, it was already very satisfying for him. Noticing Haitang letting go, he held his erect penis with one hand and said, "You... take... take off your clothes, cough..." After waiting for a while, seeing Haitang rustling as she took off only her outer clothes, he became extremely impatient. He reached out and pulled Haitang down , and then, as if divinely inspired, his weak body rolled over and pressed down on Haitang. 　　Caught off guard by the sudden pressure, Haitang nearly fainted. She frantically tried to push him away, but the person on top of her ignored her struggles, grabbing her collar and expertly pulling her undergarments to the sides. Then, he ripped off her red bodice, revealing her snow-white, pink breasts, which had never been seen before. 　　"Ah... breasts..." Zhang Chengzhu, seeing the sight before him, felt his lower body harden even more. He immediately gathered her breasts together and pressed them together, burying his sweaty face in his chest. Haitang panicked. She didn't know that this seemingly weak boy was so strong. His hands were kneading and squeezing her breasts, which she had never seen before, and he was pinching her nipples hard. Waves of pain shot through her, but she couldn't push him away, nor dared to. Knowing that this was something she had to endure, she remained motionless as he licked and sucked her breasts. 　　"Cough... Your breasts... are so beautiful, even better than... even better than Hongying's... tastier, wife... give me... give me a massage, down... down there..." Zhang Chengzhu excitedly played with Haitang 's breasts while pulling her hands to his bare lower body, hoping to display his prowess tonight. 　　Haitang closed her eyes and followed his wishes, stroking his semi-erect penis back and forth, her ears filled with his heavy breathing and the sounds of him sucking her breasts. Her nipples were bitten painfully, and Zhang Chengzhu's hand was poking . She hoped it would all end soon. 　　After a while, Haitang felt something was wrong. It was too quiet. The heavy breathing and violent coughing had stopped, and the hand that had been groping her lower body had also stopped moving. She was a little confused and pushed Zhang Chengzhu 's shoulder up. The scene in front of her made Haitang scream. 　　In a short time, the entire bridal chamber was brightly lit, filled with screams, cries, and curses. Haitang, tears streaming down her face, knelt blankly by the bed, her face swollen and red, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. The one screaming and crying was Zhang Chengzhu's mother, her mother-in-law, the matriarch of the Zhang family, and Liu, the niece of General Hu. When she saw her only son lying naked from the waist down on the bed, vomiting blood, she first screamed, then slapped Haitang across the face, "You shameless slut! Knowing my son's health is poor, you still seduce him like this ! What were you thinking? Marrying into our family is a blessing you earned in your past life. You have a long life ahead of you..."

"How could I bear this! My poor son, it's all my fault! How could I have married such a jinx into your family?"
The head of the household, who had rushed over, went to his son's side, looked at his son's body, sighed, and then turned

to see his new wife kneeling disheveled to one side. The sight of her nipples, covered in finger marks and bite marks, made his eyes glaze over. He quickly

composed himself and instructed those around him, "Help the young mistress to her room in the next room. Everyone, return to your duties and

begin preparing for the young master's funeral."
"Master... my son is gone, how can I live like this? Waaah..." Liu, standing to the side,

was heartbroken and fainted several times from crying. Finally, the maids helped her back to her room.
"Alas... fate! " After everyone left, Zhang Jingzhong slumped into a chair, dejected. His only son

carried all his hopes, and now, with his son's departure, his 33-year-old face seemed to have aged considerably. After the

funeral
, Haitang was placed in the most remote part of the entire compound by her mother-in-law, Liu, who said

she didn't want to see her again. Haitang was forbidden to move around, and was only given a maid and a servant,

left to fend for herself.
Haitang was initially terrified and at a loss. Although her body was 17,

she so she lived in constant fear, staying in the small courtyard, afraid to step out.

Her family did send people, but they couldn't see Haitang; they only secretly passed her a handkerchief embroidered by Yue

Niang, which was the best comfort she could offer in her situation.
As time passed, Haitang's unease gradually subsided. Although the courtyard was simple and crude, and the food

wasn't refined, it was still... Delivered on time every day, the two servants beside her

were quiet but efficient, keeping the courtyard spotless. Haitang had plenty of free time, mostly sitting quietly, lost in thought.
Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in the blink of an eye. That evening, a maid came to the front courtyard to deliver a message, instructing the young mistress to kowtow to her parents-

in-law. This was Haitang's first formal meeting with her in-laws since marrying into the family. She hurriedly dressed and rushed to

the front courtyard. Before even entering, she saw her parents-in-law in the main seats. She felt… Her knees were a little weak. After kowtowing and offering tea,

she retreated to the side, looking down at her mother-in-law's cold gaze.
Haitang couldn't understand a word of what was being sung on the stage. She felt like she was about to wear a hole in the ground from standing so much

; her heels were throbbing with pain. She secretly shifted her position, changing her stance. Utterly bored, she glanced

at the person in the main seat.
Her father-in-law was handsome, sitting upright, exuding the authority of the head of the household. He watched the play,

but his brow was furrowed, showing no interest in the performance. Affected by the commotion on the platform, Haitang seemed troubled by something. Just as she was about

to glance at it , a cold

, sharp gaze made her freeze. The stinging slap from that day was still fresh in her mind. A cold snort beside her ear made Haitang flinch again.
Finally, when everything was over, Haitang fled back to her small courtyard. Only after wrapping herself in the quilt

did she feel a sense of relief, and cold sweat broke out all over her body. She called

her boil water for a bath. After a while, she finally collapsed onto the bed, feeling refreshed. The tension and

exhaustion of the past half-day finally overwhelmed her, and soon Haitang fell into a deep sleep.
In the stillness of the night, when everyone was asleep, a dark figure leaped across the rooftops and arrived at the secluded

courtyard. After looking around, it pushed open the door to the central bedroom and entered. Under the moonlight, Haitang

lay , her long hair spread across the pillow, her soft breasts rising and falling with her breath, her small feet... Seeking coolness, she had already stretched out of the covers.

Her pajamas, disheveled from tossing and turning, revealed glimpses of her pink undergarment and snow-white

skin .
The newcomer was dressed entirely in black, completely covered except for his eyes and lips. He walked to

the bedside, stared intently for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket covering Haitang aside.
In her dream, Haitang was back to her 14-year-old self, in the middle of the night, the man who was her stepfather sneaking into

her room and pressing himself against her… Unable to bear it any longer, Haitang suddenly opened her eyes. To her surprise, in

the moonlight streaming through the window, she clearly saw a faceless person sitting by the bed, watching her. Fear

immediately enveloped her. Before Haitang could scream, a large hand firmly covered her face. Then, she

watched as this face, revealing only eyes and a mouth, slowly pressed down on her, finally whispering in her ear, “If you

scream and attract attention, do you know what the consequences will be?” "The newly widowed young mistress, in the dead of night,

meets with a man in her bedroom! Then, you and I are the adulterers. But if I can get in, I can get

out too. And you, young mistress? Do you know what will happen to you?" The man in black paused,

slowly releasing his hand from Haitang's face. He gently brushed away the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead,

looking into her eyes and saying, word by word, "The word 'adulteress' will be tattooed on your pretty face. Then you'll be

stripped naked and paraded through the streets. Next, the lowest of men will enjoy your body for seven days and seven nights.

Finally, you'll be tied to stones and thrown into the river." Haitang
dared not move a muscle, not daring to utter a sound. The man's voice was deep and hoarse, but strangely,

Haitang could hear every single word clearly.

The scenes flashed through her mind like a movie, a deep fear filling her heart. Afraid to make the slightest sound, she didn't even dare

move , only biting her lip and trembling uncontrollably.
The man in black calmly stood up, slowly removing his clothes until only

the black veil . Then, he casually lowered the veil and slowly leaned down onto Haitang. Haitang knew his intention as soon as he began to undress, but she
could do nothing.

She dared not, afraid that someone would really hear. She wouldn't be afraid of death, after all, she was already dead.

But she feared it was true, as this man said. So, she could only watch helplessly as he got into bed, took off his

clothes, and pressed himself against her.
Lying there naked, letting the man examine her body, Haitang didn't know

whether to act shy or indignant. At this moment, she no longer cared about whether this man would

take her virginity; her only thought was, let him do whatever he wants, finish quickly and leave.
After staring at Haitang's naked body to his heart's content, the man's breath grew heavy. Finally, he reached out and touched...

He looked at Haitang's face. Her face was pretty, you could say. Very pretty? No. Her entire face was deathly pale, her once

vibrant red lips were bitten white, and her long eyelashes trembled incessantly over her tightly closed eyes. His

fingers slid slowly down her cheeks, along her slender neck, and moved to her not-so-full breasts.
As if assessing their size, the man's hands grasped and squeezed the flesh from the top and bottom,

finally tugging at the slightly hardened nipples before releasing them. Just

when Haitang thought he wasn't interested in her small breasts, one of them was taken into his mouth.
"Ugh..." As Haitang instinctively let out a groan, she reflexively covered her mouth,

swallowing the sound. The man, lying on Haitang's chest, looked up and saw her action, chuckled in a low, husky voice

, and continued to knead and suckle her breasts.
As the man kneaded and licked her breasts, her nipples were swept and licked back and forth. Haitang suddenly thought of

her wedding night, when her deceased husband had also knelt before her, playing with her breasts in the same way. But his

body wasn't as robust as this man's, his hands weren't as large, his palms weren't as rough, and his strength wasn't as great…

Suddenly realizing she was making comparisons, Haitang shook her head vigorously, but waves of swelling, tingling,

and numbness still surged from her chest.
After thoroughly enjoying the two rabbit-like breasts from top to bottom, inside and out, the man in black finally moved

on . He stood up, spread Haitang's legs wide apart, and bent them upwards,

revealing her lush pubic hair. The hair wasn't thick, but it was fine and soft, now lying neatly on her pubic mound. The tender flesh on both sides

was tightly closed, forming a slit. Thinking that this flower, never before plucked, was about to belong to him,

the man breathed heavily for a few moments, then lowered his head and began licking the slit with his tongue.
Haitang was very uncomfortable with her legs spread wide like this. She tried to close them, but she couldn't overcome the man's strength.

Now, this place was being licked by the man's mouth; she was somewhat shocked, but mostly afraid. One hand

gripped the blankets beneath her tightly, while the other still covered her mouth.
With the lubrication of saliva, the slit slowly opened, revealing the small opening and the clitoris

. The man became even more excited. He lowered Haitang's legs, bent down, and

stroked his erect penis with one hand, his lips still on the slit, instead increasing the intensity of his licking. He also used his nose to nudge the clitoris

, and his tongue circled around the opening, occasionally sucking at it.
Haitang panicked. She felt a chill in her lower body, and at the same time, a feeling she had never experienced before slowly rose in her heart. It

felt good to be licked there by the man. Every time he attacked a certain spot, she couldn't help but

tremble. The man quickly sensed Haitang's reaction, so he reached out and pressed up and down on her clitoris,

gently rotating it, occasionally sweeping his tongue back and forth over it. Each time, Haitang's lower body would slightly

spring up, and her vagina would slowly widen.
Haitang didn't know what was happening. She felt as

if as if she was about to urinate, and something was slowly flowing out. She panicked and involuntarily tried to close

her legs, but they were firmly spread apart, and at the same time, something hot and thick pressed against her.
Suddenly, Haitang realized what it was. The painful, torn memory flooded her mind. She

began to struggle, but afraid to make a sound, her movements, to the man

, were nothing more than wiggling her hips a few times, which only made her more alluring.
Perhaps out of consideration for Haitang's feelings, or perhaps out of fear that the sudden deflowering would cause her to

scream and attract attention, the man in black did not rush to enter her body. He simply held the head of his penis and

slid it up and down between Haitang's legs, occasionally circling it at the small opening, rubbing all the fluid that had seeped out

onto it . At the same time, he was also soaked by the fluid flowing from Haitang's body. Meanwhile, his other hand was still

rubbing and rotating the clitoris, watching it become more and more erect. The speed of his hand increased until a

clear liquid slowly flowed out of the small opening. Then, he placed a finger against the entrance and slowly probed inside.
The moment the foreign object entered, Haitang reflexively clamped her legs together. "Relax," a low, husky voice

came from beneath her. At the same time, the man lightly patted her buttocks

. Haitang dared not exert any more force, letting the man's fingers explore inside her. The fingers moved slowly inside like small snakes, stopping at a certain point

and instead beginning to sway from side to side. The tingling sensation made Haitang tremble again. Each time

the man's fingers moved, Haitang couldn't help but arch her lower body. Seeing Haitang's reaction, the man's fingers

circled and began to move up and down, faster and faster. Haitang felt her lower body getting wetter and wetter,

the urge to urinate becoming more and more intense. She finally reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, trying to pull his hand out,

but the man pulled her hand away and pressed it against the pillow, while his other hand added another finger, probing and digging inside. Haitang

shook her head weakly. She felt she was about to urinate, so she tried to tighten her buttocks, hoping to hold it in.

But as the man's fingers manipulated her lower body, no matter how tightly she clenched, she still felt a

liquid that wasn't urine flowing out continuously.
"Bite this down, you don't want to scream, do you?" Haitang's body was limp from the man's ministrations. Between heavy breaths

, the man crumpled a silk handkerchief and held it to Haitang's lips. Instinctively, Haitang opened her mouth and put the handkerchief in

, biting down hard. Seeing that Haitang's body was ready, the man finally covered her with his own body,

pressing one hand on top of her head and grasping one of her breasts with the other, then thrusting upwards.
The tearing sensation didn't come. Haitang only felt a hot, thick rod thrusting into her

lower body , as if it had reached all the way to her throat. Then, a place in her body was stabbed,

as if something had been torn apart. Before she could think any further, the rod withdrew, then thrust in again.
After entering, the man didn't linger. He simply kissed Haitang's lips, which were biting the silk handkerchief, deeply, and then

began thrusting without stopping. The tight passage was filled with vaginal fluid and blood, hot and wet. Although it was his first time,

the penetration was very smooth. Also, because she had just lost her virginity, each withdrawal and insertion was tightly enveloped, and

his glans felt as if it were being licked and sucked by countless tiny mouths. This sensation stimulated the man so much that he disregarded everything else, wanting only

to enter harder and harder, burying himself completely in that mysterious passage. His large hands uncontrollably grabbed and scratched her breasts.

He kneaded, shaping the little white rabbit into various forms, his fingers pulling and squeezing the nipples hard, causing them to swell and deform

.
All the sobs were muffled by the silk handkerchief. Haitang felt pain in her breasts, nipples, and lower body, but

gradually, a tingling, numb, and swollen sensation replaced the pain. Why was that? The thrusts below her grew heavier and heavier,

as if trying to pierce her through. Her legs, placed on the man's waist, couldn't close, and she involuntarily tightened her lower body,

hoping to push out the man's thick length.
Suddenly, the man flinched, pulled out, glanced at Haitang, then lifted her legs

onto his shoulders and thrust in again with force. Thank

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As usual, before reading this chapter, please go back and read the previous one; I've added the missing content.
Inside the gauze curtain, a naked man wearing a black headscarf was

vigorously thrusting into a naked woman whose mouth was gagged with a silk scarf. The woman's legs were on the man's shoulders, her breasts flattened by the pressure of her thighs, and

a purplish-red penis was rapidly moving in and out between her legs. Some of the blood had dried and congealed on her inner thighs, and her

small opening had been stretched wide open, the scattered fluid churned into white foam that accumulated around it.
Haitang's face was flushed, and she was somewhat dizzy from the man's thrusts. She didn't know how much time had passed,

only that her lower body felt a burning sensation, but the strange feeling mixed with it was something she couldn't quite describe.

The whimpers in her mouth
Seeing Haitang move her body with each thrust, the man became more and more vigorous. He straightened up, moving in and out

rapidly while turning his head to kiss the small feet resting on his shoulder. Watching her

little toes curl involuntarily with each thrust, her pink nails looking particularly beautiful, the man couldn't resist taking

one her toes into his mouth and sucking it carefully, even licking the soles of her feet with his tongue.
Haitang was almost unable to bear it anymore. Whether it was the impact inside her body or the wet itch on her feet, she tilted her head back and bit down hard on

her handkerchief, while her hands reached down to push the man's abdomen away, trying to stop him from ravaging her body so forcefully.

At the same time kicked her legs, trying to stop him from kissing her feet anymore.
Haitang's struggles only fueled the man's interest. He let her kick and push, and after she

lost her strength, he pulled her hand to their groin. His fingers touched something wet and hot.

Haitang was startled, immediately pulling her hand back, closing her eyes, biting her handkerchief, and turning away, her legs ceasing their kicking.

Seeing Haitang's shyness, the man smiled smugly, pressing her knees down onto the bed,

forcing her lower body to bulge. He took a few deep breaths and began thrusting faster and deeper.
The clear "slap slap" sounds frightened Haitang; she twisted her body nervously to avoid them,

unaware this brought the man a strange pleasure during his thrusts. The man's breathing grew heavier. He suddenly lowered his head

and sucked Haitang's left breast into his mouth, his lower body heaving like a motor.

As he ejaculated inside Haitang, he paused, his lower body trembling as he pressed himself tightly against her. Finally, he pressed down on her, panting.
A flash of starlight seemed to appear before Haitang's eyes, and then her whole body relaxed, breathing in sync with the man's. She thought, "

It's over." The man spat out the nipple, looked up, and pulled the handkerchief from Haitang's mouth, wiping the

drool from the corner of her mouth. Then, he slowly stood up and withdrew his semi-erect penis. As soon as it was out, a large amount

of fluid gushed out like a flood, soaking Haitang's body, a red and white stain. Looking at the opening of Haitang's lower body, which couldn't close due to

his vigorous thrusting, the man reached out and hooked the still slowly sliding fluid,

pulling it back back. Watching the opening swallow his milky white fluid, the man

pulled a silk handkerchief to wipe his genitals clean, then got up and went outside the tent to dress.
Only then did Haitang's tears well up in large drops, silently sliding into her hair.

After the man finished dressing, through the gauze curtain, he said in a hoarse voice to the motionless woman on the bed, "I will come again."

Then, he gently pushed open the door, leaped into the air in the corridor, and disappeared after a few bounds.
Only when there was no further movement did Haitang slowly sit up and look down at her body. Her breasts

were covered with marks of guidance and sucking, her nipples swollen many times their normal size, still hard and erect. Her left breast throbbed with pain;

the last moment, the man had sucked it into his mouth with such force it felt like he was tearing the flesh off by the roots. Some saliva was still

wet and glistening on it. Her lower body was an even more gruesome sight. Her pubic hair was a wet, tangled mess

between pink labia were now swollen and

covered with dried, sand-like substance. Her once tightly closed vaginal opening was now slightly ajar, oozing the man's foul-smelling fluid. Haitang struggled

to her feet, dragging her weak legs to the outer room, then plopped down in the now-cold

bathwater she had used earlier.
She frantically rubbed herself, almost peeling off a layer of skin, before walking naked

to the bed. Looking at the red and white stains on the bed, and thinking about everything that had happened to her, she was overcome with grief

. But in this situation, even crying was a luxury. She bit down on the corner of the blanket, sobbing softly.

After a long while, she dressed again, tore off the sheets, threw them into the bathtub, and scrubbed the stains

clean. Once everything was tidied, she dragged her aching body back onto the large bed.
For the next few days, Haitang was filled with unease. She was afraid someone would notice something was

wrong . Although there were few people in the courtyard, and she wasn't allowed to leave without being summoned,

the maid had seen her washing the quilts early that morning and immediately offered to help. She hurriedly refused, but the unease persisted.

Especially the thought of the man saying he would come back before leaving terrified her. She didn't dare sleep at night, afraid that she

would open her eyes to see the man on top of her. Several days passed, and she became haggard, but

there was no sign of anything happening; the man seemed to have vanished without a trace. Gradually, Haitang calmed down, thinking that perhaps the man was just

saying it. After all, this deep mansion was not a place one could come and go as one pleased. Since that was the case, she would treat this matter

as a nightmare and keep it to herself from now on.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Haitang's life returned to normal. Each day was monotonous and

dull. She would get up early to pay her respects, but her mother-in-law didn't welcome her. Therefore, she only needed to kneel and kowtow at the door

. She didn't need to pay respects to her father-in-law either, so she would just wander around the front yard before returning to her own small

courtyard. Her mother-in-law wouldn't allow her to move around freely; now, her only world was this small courtyard, where the

sky . Every day was the same: kowtowing, coming back for meals, spacing out in the courtyard, then eating again, taking a nap

, spacing out again in the afternoon, then dinner, and finally bed. Occasionally, she would be called to the front yard, kneeling behind the door to listen to her mother-in-law's lectures.

Haitang felt that if things continued like this, she might not live to old age.
That day, Haitang, exhausted from being called for another lecture, returned to her room. She knelt for almost half a day.

Haitang felt that perhaps she would eventually wear down the stone in front of her mother-in-law's door. Remembering the scene

in "Princess Pearl" where kneeling was "easy," Haitang felt a little tempted, but she didn't dare. She could only endure it, limping

back home. She couldn't eat, washed up, and collapsed onto the bed. Although her knees ached, she was exhausted and

soon fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, a familiar dark figure appeared in Haitang's room again. Seeing Haitang's sleeping face, the man in black snorted,

"Sleeping soundly," and expertly removed his clothes, slipping into the mosquito net.
In her drowsy state, Haitang felt a chill, as if a hand was caressing her. Startled, she opened her eyes

to see a naked man, his head still only showing his eyes and mouth. Knowing what was about to happen, Haitang closed

her eyes, turned her head, and remained motionless, letting the man do as he pleased.
Seeing Haitang's submissive demeanor, the man merely raised an eyebrow beneath the black cloth, then reached out and pulled down

Haitang 's pants completely. He skillfully spread her legs, placing himself between them, and simultaneously lowered his head

to suckle one of her breasts while inserting his index finger directly into her vagina.
The tightly closed opening was initially dry and difficult to penetrate, but with the man's expert thrusting, fluid quickly

seeped out, wetting his finger. Somewhat smugly, he brushed his damp finger onto Haitang's lips. Before Haitang

could react , his already erect penis plunged into her not-yet-fully-dilated opening with lightning speed.
Caught off guard and filled, Haitang almost cried out in surprise, but his large hand quickly covered her slightly parted red lips, a

low, husky voice asking, "Aren't you afraid of attracting attention?" The sound was forcibly suppressed and swallowed back down. She could only close

her eyes again, biting her lip tightly. His large hand released her, grasping and kneading one of her breasts.
This time, however, the man didn't thrust hastily as before. Instead, he waited until Haitang was somewhat accustomed before

beginning to pump. As he moved, he kissed Haitang's chin, collarbone, and breasts gently, as if

he were speaking to his beloved. Haitang felt a completely new sensation, very comfortable. Her lower body no longer ached, and each

thrust felt like it was hitting her heart, a tingling, numbing sensation that she longed for. She even felt a little

reluctant thick, long penis withdraw each time. Each time he pulled out, she subconsciously tightened her lower body, just to let

him stay inside a little longer.
The man pressed his kisses all over her breasts, lovingly grasping her flesh, watching the white mound change shape in his

hands . The rosy nipples grew increasingly erect, hard as pebbles. The man lowered his head, took the pebbles

into his mouth, and quickly swept them with his tongue, occasionally biting them lightly with his teeth.
Haitang felt incredibly comfortable, both up and down. Her breasts felt wonderfully fondled by the man's caresses, especially her nipples, which he held in

his mouth, his tongue tracing their contours – a sensation both tingling and itchy. Below her, the man's thrusts

grew faster and faster, each time withdrawing completely before reaching the very end. Haitang unconsciously spread her already wide legs

even further, hoping he would penetrate her deeper.
After several rapid thrusts, the man finally released. He didn't immediately withdraw his penis

; after a moment, he carefully and slowly pulled his shrunken member out, simultaneously lifting

Haitang's buttocks and stirring his fingers inside her semen-filled opening before setting her down.

This time, he didn't immediately get up, dress, and leave. Instead, he rolled over and lay down beside

Haitang, catching his breath before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her from head to toe for a while before releasing her and getting dressed.

Before leaving, he uttered a low, hoarse voice through the gauze curtain, "I'll come back in two days."
What should I write in the next chapter? ...

To cater to ... Just as
dawn was breaking, Haitang, without waiting for the maids to serve her, quickly washed and dressed herself. She waited for the courtyard gate to open

so go to the front yard to pay her respects to her mother-in-law. Sitting blankly on the veranda, feeling the chill of the morning, Haitang raised a hand

to rub the goosebumps rising on her arms, trying to compose herself. Hearing a creak, she knew the courtyard gate had opened and

slowly rose to go to the front yard. It was still early; the servants had only just begun watering and sweeping,

and her mother-in-law was only now getting up. She would have to wait a long time for the door to open, but Haitang couldn't go in.

She could only kneel and kowtow at the door, listen to a lecture, and then return. Although she knew that going at this hour would only mean waiting,

Haitang still dared not delay and always prepared early.
After waiting for a long time at her mother-in-law's door, it finally opened, and her mother-in-law's head maid, Qinglian, came out. Qinglian

nodded to Haitang, then turned to report. Haitang immediately heard her mother-in-law cough, and she knelt down

respectfully kowtowing and saying, "Greetings, Madam." In the past, her mother-in-law, Liu, would have been busy

talking to the maid, drinking tea, and eating snacks, and only after that would she say indifferently, "Alright, go back.

" Today, Haitang only knelt for a short while before hearing her mother-in-law's voice from inside: "From now on, unless it's absolutely necessary,

don't always hanging around in front of me; it's annoying. Alright, go back." Although

her mother-in-law's words clearly showed her dislike, Haitang was still somewhat

pleased She softly agreed, slowly got up, and retreated to the corridor before turning back to her own courtyard

.
"Oops!" Lost in thought,

Haitang almost falling. A large hand reached out and caught her arm. "Watch out!"
Haitang steadied herself, muttering "thank you," and looked up at the person who had approached. A young man

wearing a white robe stood before her. This was one of the few such men Haitang had encountered since coming to this world.

One of the men, she instinctively asked, "Who are you?" As soon as she spoke, she realized she shouldn't have asked. She thought

that if her mother-in-law's maid came out and saw her still there talking to a strange man, and told

her mother-in-law, she would be summoned and reprimanded on her knees. So she immediately bowed her head, said "Thank you,"

and prepared to leave.
"Sister-in-law, please wait," the man called out as she turned to stop him. "My name is Liu Wenqing, Chengzu's

cousin , and your wife is my aunt." Hearing this, Haitang felt she couldn't ignore him, so

she turned and curtsied, "Cousin...cousin, how are you?" Seeing Haitang's restraint, Liu Wenqing waved his hand dismissively,

saying, "Sister-in-law, no need for such formalities." Then, as if suddenly remembering, he added, "Speaking of which, sister-in-law and I have met before.

I don't know if you know, but because my cousin is unwell, I stood in for him during the wedding ceremony." (
Sorry, I'm not trying to keep you in suspense, I've been rewriting and deleting the later part because I really can't write it well.

I'll take a break. Anyway, the content and title definitely need to be relevant. There will be a long section of

explicit content later, but I haven't figured out the transition

) (
Thank you everyone for the gifts, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.)
Haitang returned to her courtyard somewhat dejectedly, sitting blankly under the eaves, her mind constantly

replaying her cousin's words: "It was me who performed the wedding ceremony with you." She thought of

the warm hand that supported her on their wedding day, and the words "Be careful." She realized that all the warmth she had felt came from him. Although she didn't know

what kind of person Liu Wenqing was, his father was her mother-in-law's brother, from a prominent family, and he himself

was handsome and polite. If... if only she could marry him!

This , and she felt a longing. Unconsciously, she replayed their meeting

in her mind, sketching Liu Wenqing's image over and over again.
Suddenly, the more she thought about it, the more she felt the man in black who had assaulted her resembled her cousin Liu Wenqing... Although

she hadn't seen the man in black's face, their height and build seemed similar.

When he spoke to her earlier, the sandalwood scent on him seemed to be present on the man in black as well. In short, the more she thought about it, the more similar they seemed, until finally,

Haitang felt they were the same person. But no, the voice was wrong. Her cousin's voice was clear and slightly magnetic,

very pleasant to listen to, but the man in black's voice was low and hoarse. Oh, right, he deliberately lowered

his voice so she wouldn't hear it. But why would he do that? Why would he do that to me

? Could it be that he likes me, but because I married his cousin, and now his cousin is dead, and I'm

a widow, he resorts to this method? Could it be that he deliberately bumped into me today?

After this internal struggle, Haitang was almost certain that the man in black was Liu Wenqing's cousin. Suddenly,

all the hatred, fear, and panic in her heart seemed to vanish. She felt overjoyed; as the old saying goes, "Which

young girl doesn't dream of love?" She felt even closer to her cousin. Thinking of how he said

he would come back in two days before leaving last night... two days later is the day after tomorrow. He deliberately bumped into her today; could it be that he plans

to be honest with her the day after tomorrow? Thinking of this, Haitang felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and a secret smile appeared on her face.

She looked forward to the day after tomorrow even more.
The day finally arrived. Haitang dismissed the maid early and carefully washed and dressed,

even applying some perfumed powder. This perfumed powder was part of Haitang's dowry; since she was now a widow and couldn't use such things,

it had always been locked in a cupboard. Today, Haitang had searched for quite a while before finally finding it. After everything was ready, Haitang blew out

the candles and sat on the edge of the bed, just like she had done in her bridal chamber. After sitting for a while, Haitang felt uneasy.

What if he came in and found her sitting there? What would she say? After thinking for a moment, she decided not to sit. Just as she was about

to lie down on the bed, the door opened slightly, and a man in black slipped in.
By the light of the lantern outside, the man in black seemed a little surprised to see Haitang sitting on the edge of the bed. He paused slightly

and then walked over unhurriedly. Hearing the footsteps, Haitang felt both nervous and expectant. When the footsteps stopped in

front of her, Haitang steeled herself and looked up. Seeing the face that still only revealed its mouth and eyes,

Haitang felt a little disappointed, but thinking of Liu Wenqing's appearance, she was still happy. Thinking about what was about to happen, she felt a wave of shyness.

Just as her heart was filled with conflicting emotions, the man in black had already removed his clothes and

stood naked in front of Haitang.
A large hand reached out and lifted her chin. Seeing Haitang's seemingly joyful yet shy

expression, a hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes. After stroking her chin a few times, he began to undress her

. When the gauze curtain was pulled down, and she was once again pressed naked onto the bed, Haitang was so nervous she couldn't

breathe. She felt like this was her wedding night. She was afraid that if she didn't perform well, he wouldn't

like her, but she didn't know what to do, so she tightly closed her eyes, afraid to move.
The large hand skillfully grabbed her breasts, kneaded them a few times, and then took her nipple into his mouth.

The familiar scent of the man enveloped her chest. Haitang felt his tongue sweeping and

sucking across her nipple, while her other breast swelled and deformed in his hands. Slowly, she

raised her hands, which were tightly gripping the sheets beneath her, and placed them on his broad shoulders. Sensing Haitang's submission, the man seemed taken aback, then

hugged her even tighter, his kisses and sucking more forcefully.
Haitang's breathing grew heavier, and the tingling sensation in her breasts made her body feel increasingly empty. She

felt something flowing out of her body, and the man on top of her could

fill her up as fiercely as before. Just as she slightly twisted her body beneath the man, her hand touched a thick, hard object radiating

heat . Before she could react, her hand was grabbed by the man's large hand, pressed down, and

held onto the object. The instant she grasped it, Haitang understood. She tried to pull her hand back, but it was held firmly,

and at the same time, the man's hand slid back and forth across the hard object.
Feeling the heat and hardness in her palm, Haitang's face flushed even more. Thinking about how this thing would soon

enter her body, her curiosity grew. She unconsciously tightened her grip a few times, eliciting

a few soft moans from the man. She quickly released her grip, but seeing that he was still holding her, she placed her hand back on it, following the same pattern as before.

He stroked her breasts up and down, the smooth head like velvet, feeling exceptionally comfortable to the touch. His fingers circled

a few times, and the man trembled, thrusting his body towards Haitang. His large hand slid down Haitang's parted legs, expertly

inserting his fingers.
The sudden entry startled Haitang, a moan escaping her lips. Before she could even cry out, her lips were captured,

the man's mouth covering hers. Then, his tongue swept back and forth in Haitang's mouth, quickly licking every

inch of her teeth and oral cavity. Her tongue had nowhere to hide, finally entwined with the man's. Haitang didn't know what to do, only letting

the man's tongue intertwine with hers, swallowing her own saliva, and in turn, drinking countless drops of the man's saliva.
Haitang's body was even wetter, clearly surprising the man. While there had been some vaginal discharge the previous times,

it had him a long time to arouse her. Today, however, she seemed to be wet from the start. In no time, his entire palm was soaked

. He withdrew his fingers and, somewhat impatiently, placed his penis between Haitang's legs, thrusting it into her, which had already swelled

and .
"Ah..." The heat, wetness, and tightness made the man groan with pleasure. Calming himself, he began

to repeat this ancient movement, gently withdrawing and then thrusting in again. He watched the woman beneath him, afraid to

cry out loud, moan softly from her throat, finally biting her lip to stifle a sound. Then, he covered her red lips again,

swallowing all her moans.
For the first time, Haitang felt immense pleasure. For the first time, she realized that

the feeling of a man's penis entering a woman's body could be so wonderful. Although she had felt some pleasure in the end the previous times, she was still afraid and

terrified. But this time was different. Her body was completely soft and cooperative. Every

thrust was deeply imprinted on her heart, and every withdrawal made her reluctant to let go.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Her lips were numb from being sucked, and her nipples were being held in her mouth. Haitang finally let out

a low moan. The man looked down at Haitang, his eyes filled with a passionate flush on her rosy face.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, and she let out a soft moan with each thrust.

She was incredibly alluring. The tightness and wetness of her lower body were perfectly harmonious. Each thrust felt like breaking through countless obstacles, and each withdrawal was

met with countless small mouths and hands that held and pulled her. The sound of her fluids slapping as he went in and out made him

quicken his pace. He gripped her breasts with more force, kneading them back and forth, and her nipples were pulled and rubbed until they were swollen and

hard.
Seeing the hood seemingly soaked with sweat, Haitang glanced at it and, on a whim, instinctively reached out to

pull it off. The man moved faster, grabbing Haitang's hand and

pulling , causing her to fall face-first onto the bed. Before she could react, his large hand lifted her waist,

forcing her to kneel on top of him. He spread her buttocks and entered her from behind.
This unprecedented position and depth of penetration startled Haitang, but one large hand firmly covered

her mouth, while the other gripped her sagging breasts tightly, holding her in place before thrusting forcefully

again . Soft moans escaped from his hands. Haitang slowly adapted, and

the unprecedented depth gave her a new sensation. Her struggles gradually subsided, and her hips

swayed .
The man's thrusts grew faster and more forceful, and Haitang could no longer hold on,

going completely prone on the bed. The man's breath grew heavier, and finally he pressed Haitang's waist tightly,

arching his body and thrusting forcefully. "Ah..." The man closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and after a few violent thrusts,

pressed himself firmly onto Haitang's back, ejaculating all his essence deep into her body.
I personally felt it was just so-so, not very good, please bear with it. The next chapter will reveal the man in black, hehe .

The Man in Black
In the following days, the man in black did not come again. Haitang tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Her

cousin 's handsome appearance kept flashing before her eyes, and at night, his slightly rough hands, strong arms

, broad shoulders, and tight waist all captivated her. Every time he left, she would fall asleep only after smelling his lingering

scent and feeling his warmth. But now, the empty bed held only her, and no matter

how tightly she wrapped herself in the blankets, the chill still enveloped her.
During the day, Haitang had her maid keep her company while they chatted, and the conversation inadvertently turned

to her cousin, who was currently a guest at the mansion. Unfortunately, the maid didn't know much, only that her mother-in-law's family was also a prominent clan, related by

marriage to the Protector General. The current head of the household was her cousin's father, also a military officer. With such

a family , her cousin's literary and martial talents were naturally beyond question. Knowing all this, Haitang felt even more

affection for her cousin, knowing that her status was unworthy of him, but their secret meetings at night filled her with

joy . After chatting idly with the maid for a while, the maid suddenly mentioned that the young master was leaving. While

fetching food, she overheard one of the ladies attending to the mistress instructing the kitchen that the young master was returning and that

the kitchen had been preparing food according to his preferences for the past few days. Upon hearing this, Haitang's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't hide her feelings. Seeing that the young mistress seemed unhappy, the

maid assumed she had said something wrong and fell silent. Haitang, seeing this,

said she was a little sleepy and asked the maid to leave.
Sitting quietly by the bed, Haitang felt a pang of sadness. She had just fallen in love, and

now he was leaving. She wondered if she would ever see him again. No wonder he hadn't come these past few days; he must have been busy packing and

saying goodbye to friends. Thinking about leaving this place, a thought suddenly popped into Haitang's mind: if only he could

take her with him! Even if her status prevented her from leaving openly,

it would be good to have her placed somewhere, like now, where he could visit every few days. If he came today,

she would beg him. Since he was so devoted to her, he must like her. But what if he didn't come and

just left? What then? Thinking of this, Haitang became increasingly restless, hoping that night would fall quickly.

If he didn't come tonight, she would definitely go to pay her respects to her mother-in-law tomorrow, even if it meant being punished by kneeling.

Perhaps she could run into him there and find an opportunity to talk to him.
Finally, the night deepened, and everyone drifted off to sleep. Amidst Haitang's endless anticipation, the man in black finally arrived.

The moment she saw him, Haitang was overjoyed. She jumped up from the edge of the bed, intending to throw herself into his arms.

Inside, the girl's reserve kept her rooted to the spot, watching the man walk towards her step by step.
As usual, she didn't say a word. The man in black glanced at her and began to undress. Haitang wanted

to speak , but seeing that he was already shirtless, she turned her head away shyly. After a moment's thought, she also

removed her own clothes, until she was down to her undergarments. She lacked the courage to continue. In her hesitation, she was pulled

into a naked chest.
Feeling the heat of their skin touching, Haitang looked up at the face that was still hidden. She wanted to tell

him, "I know who you are. I'm willing to be your woman." But in the end, she didn't dare speak, only staring blankly into

those eyes, seeing her own reflection in them. Haitang felt a little intoxicated.
Led towards the bed, the man sat on the edge, pressing down on Haitang's shoulders.

Confused could only follow his force, squatting until she was half-squatting, half-kneeling between his spread legs.

The memory of being forced to swallow that ugly thing by her stepfather made Haitang understand the man's motive. She instinctively

felt disgusted and was about to resist when she looked up and met his deep, clear eyes. Haitang

thought, "This is the person I love," and her body went limp, bowing down.
The man, who had expected the woman beneath him to resist violently and forcing himself to reach his goal, was

somewhat surprised when Haitang obediently lowered her head towards his not-yet-fully-erect penis. He was

her first man, that was undeniable, and she couldn't possibly have relations with other men afterward. So how could she,

a , know his intentions? And even know what to do? Was it their wedding night?

No way... Just as she was trying to think things through, waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body interrupted her thoughts.
Haitang knelt between the man's legs, gently grasping his still-soft penis with one hand. She timidly extended

her tongue to lick the head, finding no unusual taste other than a slight saltiness. She then extended it further,

recalling the steps she had taken, and began to lick it carefully.
Watching that small, pink tongue slide across her penis, feeling this unique pleasure, the previously

shrunken penis gradually swelled, slowly stretching out. Under Haitang's licking, the entire body became exceptionally moistened by her

saliva . Seeing that this thing, which had already entered her body many times before, had

become thicker and more engorged from her licking, Haitang was somewhat surprised by the size she saw, and hesitated whether she should continue and take it into her mouth.

Seeing Haitang stop, the man pressed her head down and moved, thrusting his lower body closer to her red lips

. Haitang looked up at him, then opened her mouth and took his large glans into her mouth.
The sudden stimulation made the man's body tremble, and he let out a low "hmm." He used his hands

to support back, spreading his legs even wider. Seeing the person he liked enjoying herself so much, Haitang

worked even harder, swallowing more of his penis into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft. Her mouth tightened, and although her movements weren't very

skilled, occasionally causing her teeth to bump against each other, both swallowing and spitting made the man feel himself being

tightly sucked and enveloped.
The man felt extremely stimulated, watching the woman beneath him struggling to open her mouth wide and take him in, saliva

glistening on her lips, dripping onto his pubic hair with each swallow and spit. He reached out and ripped off the woman's bodice,

letting her perfectly shaped breasts tremble and hang precariously on her chest. He grasped one breast, squeezing it back and forth

a few times, then rubbed the tip with his palm, feeling it gradually harden and swell until it pressed against

his palm.
"Mmm...! Ah..." The man groaned softly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes,

sighing softly as he thrust his lower body forward, gently moving, hoping to penetrate deeper. Haitang felt

exhausted; her knees ached from the hard wood on the footstool, and her mouth was incredibly sore. The man's penis

grew larger and larger, making it difficult for her to take it in, while the man pressed her head down with one hand as he thrust his body, each thrust

harder than the last, penetrating to a depth that made her feel nauseous.
Sensing that Haitang's movements were gradually ceasing, the man felt displeased. He turned around, pulled

the blanket over his waist, and began to vigorously knead Haitang's breasts, pulling her

nipples upwards. When Haitang cried out in pain and reached out to pull away, he suddenly released her, instead grabbing her

head and thrusting his lower body into her slightly open mouth. Each penetration went deep into her throat, making Haitang vomit.

After a few moments, tears began to stream down her face, but the man seemed to have no mercy. He grabbed

Haitang's pushing hand and pressed it behind her back, while using the other hand to press her head down repeatedly.
Haitang felt like she was dying. She couldn't breathe at all. Her hands were pinned down, and she felt nauseous. Her lips were

numb, and she was drooling so much that it soaked the hair between the man's legs and smeared it on her face. Her breasts

ached from being squeezed, but the emptiness that followed was even more unbearable. In this torment, she could only hear the man's breathing

growing heavier and heavier. Finally, with a few clenched thrusts, he suddenly pulled out of Haitang's mouth, and the thick

liquid shot all over her face.
Haitang didn't expect the man to do this. Her face was covered in a white mess, mostly around her mouth. A strong metallic smell

filled her nose. Haitang kept her mouth tightly shut, not knowing what to do. Just as she was about to get up to get a handkerchief to wipe herself, the man

grabbed her and threw her back onto the bed. Her panties were ripped off, and Haitang instinctively squeezed her legs together. Before she could

close them, her legs were pried open by a large hand. Then, a hot sensation came from her mouth as the man wiped away the white fluid from her lips

and placed it directly between her open legs, staining her once clean and rosy vulva a

lascivious white. He then hooked his fingers around the fluid and began to thrust in and out of her vagina.
Watching her vagina slowly open and become wet under his fingers, he lowered his head and slid his somewhat

shrunken penis between her legs, using the fluid from his ejaculation

to move it up and down. He would occasionally lightly poke the tip of her clitoris, while his large hands kneaded her snow-white breasts, hardening her softened nipples again.

As he bent down and took the hardened penis into his mouth, he thrust his lower body forward, plunging his hardened

penis deep inside her.
Suddenly, Haitang felt all her emptiness filled. She clung tightly to the man's shoulders,

moaning softly in his ear, responding to each of his thrusts, while simultaneously lifting her upper body to expose her breasts.

She leaned close to the man's mouth, letting him suckle. After licking her breasts for a while, the man looked up and saw traces of

semen on Haitang's face. He stuck out his tongue, rolled it into his mouth, and fed it to Haitang, swirling it around her pink tongue.
After several deep thrusts, the man ejaculated all his fluid into Haitang's body. He carefully withdrew

, holding Haitang's legs without lowering them, and only after making sure no more semen flowed out did he pull the blanket next to him and place it under Haitang

, then lay down to catch his breath. He then kissed Haitang on the lips and got up to get dressed.
Thinking that he would leave, Haitang ignored her sore body, rolled off the bed, and, naked,

hugged the now-dressed man from behind. "Please, take me away, take me away from here!" Feeling the man's body

stiffen, Haitang, afraid her voice was too soft for him to hear, turned to face him, looking at him pleadingly, and said,

word by word , "Take me away from here, please. I... I'm willing to be your woman, I don't need any title,

I just want to be with you. Please." The man looked at Haitang for a long time, then walked past her and headed outside. Haitang panicked,

ignoring her naked body, grabbing the man's clothes and crying, pleading in a low voice, "Please, take

me away, I can't stay here any longer. I... I'm yours now, let me be with you, please!"

But no matter what Haitang said, the man remained silent. Finally, he pulled away from Haitang's hand and prepared to leave through the back window.

Haitang thought that if he left like this, she would truly have no hope left, so she went forward to pull him

away. The man reached out to block her, and in the struggle, unexpectedly, the man's hood was ripped off.
The moment she saw the man's face, Haitang froze. Just as she was about to scream, she reflexively raised her

hand to cover her mouth, trembling with disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes but too afraid to let them fall. Seeing that

his identity had been exposed, the man in black, who was Haitang's father-in-law, Zhang Jingzhong, walked up to Haitang and lowered his voice,

saying, "I originally wanted to tell you after you gave birth, but now that you know, I won't say any more. You are a daughter-in-law of the

Zhang family , and it is your duty to carry on the family line. Although my son is dead, the Zhang family line cannot end, so

naturally it can only be done by me, the father. You stay here and behave yourself. Once you are pregnant, I will ensure that you give birth to the child

safely . Don't have any other thoughts, and don't say a word to anyone else. The consequences are

unimaginable. Understand?" After saying this, he looked at the white fluid flowing from Haitang's body, reached out and inserted his hand into

Haitang's body, kneaded Haitang's breasts with his large hand, got up, jumped out of the window, and left.
Thank you everyone for waiting. I was very busy today, and barely managed to finish this chapter despite being interrupted countless times. I feel that the erotic

content wasn't quite as satisfying as I'd hoped, so please treat it as a clean read.

The Villa
After an unknown amount of time, Haitang, curled up on the ground, finally moved her stiff body. It turned out that everything

was just wishful thinking. She was so foolish. How could she have thought that the villain who had possessed her was her

polite cousin? And how could he have fallen for her, a cousin's wife who was neither talented nor beautiful? Tears

fell like raindrops to the ground. Haitang bit her lip tightly, afraid to cry. Why was she so miserable, so

tragic ? Before, she thought that death would end everything, but now, she didn't even dare to die.

What if she became someone else, and had to endure other sufferings? But now, what should

she do? There was no one around to talk to, and even if there were, how could she explain this? Looking at

the slowly drying, foul-smelling liquid between her legs, and then at the various marks left by the man on her chest,

she slapped herself hard.
In the days that followed, Haitang became increasingly silent. Before, she would talk to the maid or take

walks in the small garden, but now she wouldn't leave the house, just sitting inside. Often, food would be brought in, only to be taken away

untouched . Within days, she rapidly grew thin and haggard.
That evening, a message came from the front courtyard saying that the master had returned from his outing and asked Haitang to come to the front courtyard to pay her respects and

have dinner together. Haitang had no choice but to wash up listlessly and follow the maid to the front courtyard. Upon arriving at

the main hall , the mother-in-law coldly remarked to Haitang, "You're putting on quite the airs of a young mistress. Haven't you heard that

daughters-in-law have to beg and plead three or four times to greet their parents-in-law?" Haitang dared not reply; she was terrified of her mother-in-law. She immediately

knelt kowtowed, not even glancing at her father-in-law before stepping aside after kowtowing.
Haitang was supposed to serve her mother-in-law food during the meal, but Zhang Jingzhong had summoned a concubine to

serve , so Haitang was allowed to sit and eat with them. Seeing her husband bring a concubine to wait on him as soon as he returned,

Liu was already burning with anger. But when she turned and saw Haitang cowering over her bowl, her anger flared

. "Look at you! Pale as a feather, you look like a gust of wind could blow you away. Anyone who didn't know better would think

the Zhang family 're truly from a humble family, utterly unpresentable!" She slammed

down her chopsticks, startling Haitang. Liu wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, about to say more, when Zhang Jingzhong

interrupted her, "Alright, that's enough. You haven't even given me a moment's peace since you just got back." He took a sip of soup and looked at

Haitang, saying, "This daughter-in-law's health is too weak, Zuer..." "He's gone, don't let him be sad. If he knows in the afterlife,

he'll appreciate your kindness. Here's what we'll do: the villa is empty now. In a couple of days, have the maids help you move there

for a while, get well, and once you're in the Zhang family, you won't be mistreated." He then turned

to Liu, "Madam, what do you say?" "This..." Before Liu could answer, Zhang Jingzhong said, "It's

settled then. Have the steward send someone to the villa to prepare. In a couple of days, move there. We'll talk about it after you've recovered."
Haitang didn't want to go to that villa. She knew that while she was here, her father-in-law still had reservations

. If she went to that villa alone, she would be completely at his mercy. But no matter how unwilling she was, she

had no choice . Two days later, two maids came, one named Cuiping and the other Cuiyu, saying that the master had ordered

them to serve the young mistress from now on. They then tidied Haitang's clothes, and each person

helped her onto the carriage.
They traveled for an unknown amount of time, and just when Haitang felt she was about to be shaken to pieces, she heard Cuiping say, "We've arrived."

Then, she was carried, dizzy and disoriented, through many twists and turns, until finally entering a room. The two women

then asked Haitang to rest and left.
After catching her breath, Haitang's first reaction was to open the door and go outside; she wanted to see where she was.

Where was she? She wanted to escape. But as soon as she opened the door, she

saw One of them asked, "Young Madam, what are your orders?" Haitang was stunned. She stammered, "Nothing... nothing

. I just wanted to go out for a walk and see what's going on here." The other maid chimed in , "Please, Young Madam, go back to your room and rest. You must be tired after such a long journey. Once you've rested, we'll accompany you to see the place. We'll stay here and just call out if you need anything." Before she could finish speaking, Haitang slammed the door shut. She knew she had become her father-in-law's plaything, imprisoned here. 　　Heartbroken and exhausted, Haitang slumped over the table and fell into a deep sleep. In a daze, she seemed to hear someone push open the door and enter, followed by Cuiping's voice, "Oh dear, why is the young mistress sleeping here?" She was then woken up, and several maids entered one after another, placing food on the table. "Master instructed us to serve the young mistress well. Please have pity on us, young mistress, and eat a few more bites to take good care of your health." 　　That's all for now, thank you everyone for the gifts. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Villa 2 　　Although Haitang felt stifled and annoyed, life at the villa had begun. Before, in her own small courtyard, although the environment wasn't as luxurious as it was now, she was relatively comfortable. Except for not being able to go out freely, she could do whatever she wanted in the courtyard without interference. Sometimes she would sweep the floor with the maids, help wash and dry clothes, and chat—it was quite peaceful. Now, she truly had everything done for her. The two maids were very observant; sometimes, she didn't even need to ask, and they had already done . On the surface, life here is quite comfortable. However, it's also incredibly uncomfortable. Two maids are always by her side. During the day, if Haitang wants to be alone, the two maids stand guard at the door. At night, one will stand watch on a small couch inside Haitang's room. If she walks less than 100 meters from her room, the maid will make her return, claiming that the master has instructed that the young mistress is weak and needs more rest. If Haitang insists on going to the garden, the maid will directly say, "Young mistress, please take care of yourself and don't make things difficult for us," and then forcefully drag her back to her room. Therefore, Haitang has been living here for almost a week, and she doesn't even know if this place is round or flat. The world has changed from having a four-cornered sky to now almost no sky at all. 　　In the first few days, Haitang was very afraid. She was afraid of her father-in-law coming, and also afraid that her maids would find out. Although the maids kept saying that they were following the master's orders, she wondered if he would really tell them that he wanted his daughter-in-law to have his child. But almost half a month passed in anxiety, and there was still no . Haitang thought that perhaps he had found someone new to carry on the Zhang family line, and that he had let her go. 　　A month passed quickly with good food and drink, and Haitang's body gradually became fuller under this meticulous care . Her face was rosy, and she was radiant. 　　"Young Madam, it's time to get up," Haitang said softly in her afternoon nap, her body still half-asleep. At the same time, the bed curtains were lifted, and two maids brought clothes to the bedside. 　　"Hmm... I'm not awake yet. You usually don't wake me up, do you?" Haitang was a little confused. She had never been woken up during her afternoon naps before, so why was she being woken up so soon? 　　“Young Madam, the gatekeeper just came to say that Master is returning from Yingcheng and will be stopping by the garden to rest. Since you are recuperating here, it is natural for you to pay your respects. Judging from the time, Master will probably be coming for dinner, so please wash and dress early to avoid being impolite in front of him.” Cuiping explained to Haitang while deftly helping Haitang dress and pulling her to sit down at the dressing table, preparing to comb her hair. Meanwhile , Cuiyu led several maids in and changed all the bedding on the bed from the inside out. Haitang panicked. Ignoring Cuiping who was still combing her hair, she turned to Cuiyu and shouted, "Why are you changing all that stuff?" Cuiping chuckled softly, turned Haitang's head, and said calmly, "Look at the question you're asking, young mistress. Although these were newly bought when you first moved in, they've been around for a month now. It's only right to wash and change them." Cuiping's words were utterly unreasonable, and Haitang didn't know how to refute them. She thought to herself, "Washing and changing them is only right, so why not now?" She guessed it was because the master was coming. Did this maid know? A surge of resentment rose in her heart, but she had no choice but to sit . After Cuiyu finished directing the others, she came over and started helping Haitang wipe her face and put on makeup. 　　"This...why are you putting all this on my face? I...I don't want it. I'm a widow!" Haitang shook her head from side to side, trying to stand up, but the two maids were too strong, holding her down firmly. Cuiyu's hands kept moving, and she said, "Young Madam, don't worry, it's just a little makeup . You'll be seeing Master soon, and it would be impolite to be too plain. Besides, if Young Madam doesn't look well, Master and Madam will definitely blame us for not serving you well, and we'll be punished . Please have pity on us. If Young Madam recovers, Master and Madam will be happy, won't they ?" 　　Haitang was helpless. In terms of eloquence, these two maids could give her ten irrefutable replies for every one of her words. In terms of strength, it seemed she would lose even in a one-on-one fight, let alone two against one. Watching Cuiyu , revealing a beautiful face, Haitang felt extremely resentful. When Cuiyu finally stopped, she seized the opportunity when the two weren't looking, grabbed a handkerchief, and haphazardly wiped her face, ruining her newly applied makeup. She then looked at them defiantly, as if to say, "If you can do it, I can . Let's see what you do then!" Unexpectedly, Cuiping calmly took the handkerchief from Haitang's hand, smiled lightly at Cuiyu , and said, "Young Madam doesn't like what you just did. Let me wipe it off for you. You can redo it." With that, she carefully wiped Haitang's makeup clean with the handkerchief and let Cuiyu start again. This time, Cuiyu was faster. After she finished, Haitang wanted to wipe it off again, but found it useless. Cuiyu had only subtly enhanced her appearance; she couldn't pinpoint exactly what she had done, but it certainly highlighted her best features, making her look very beautiful. A woman's innate vanity takes over at this time.

Knowing full well the purpose of the makeup, Haitang didn't complain. After the two finished tidying her up,

a completely new Haitang appeared.
Her hair wasn't styled in an old-fashioned bun, but rather twisted into a braid and then folded back, hanging askew on

her shoulder . Several pearl hair ornaments were interspersed throughout, contrasting with her pearl earrings,

making Haitang's complexion appear even more rosy and delicate. She wore a light pink dress, with colorful butterflies embroidered on the belt and hem,

fluttering gracefully with her movements, further emphasizing her slender waist. The dress was made of several

layers of fine brocade, with a light gauze overlay that swayed gently in the breeze. Haitang loved it;

it was comfortable and truly beautiful. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, a long-lost smile appeared on her face,

then quickly faded.
For the next few hours, Haitang didn't know what she was feeling. She thought that if she could run around

a lot , perhaps she could vent her emotions, but the two maids kept a close eye on her, staying with her in the room the whole time. If there was

such a thing as an eternity, Haitang truly understood the meaning of that.
"Sister Ping, Master has arrived. He instructed that since the journey was tiring, Young Madam doesn't need to pay her respects; she can have

her own meal." Cuiping returned to tell Haitang after hearing the servant's report at the door. Upon hearing that she didn't have to

see that person, Haitang breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was just hoping not to have to see him. Then, with the two maids serving her,

she enjoyed her dinner to some extent.
After bathing, Haitang didn't waste any time. After changing into her nightgown, she crawled into bed, praying that the night would

pass , and perhaps when she woke up the next morning, that terrible person would be gone
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