【Journey to the West in Chaos】(Volume 1) (Chapter 9: Breaking Shame, the Beautiful Mother Resolves Her Heart's Knot, Defying Human Ethics, Mother and Son's Lifelong Bond)

For the next three days, the Rakshasa woman indeed held back, refraining from urinating. This was partly because Red Boy,
using the excuse that fresh fruit didn't keep well, had been feeding her only juicy fruit. Since there was little residue after consumption, there was no urgent need to defecate, allowing
her to endure it.
However, the abundant juices from the food led to frequent urination, and the Rakshasa woman had to urinate five or six times a day for the past three days.
Each time Red Boy finished serving his mother, he would pretend not to notice and immediately carry her to bed, letting the urine between her legs
slowly evaporate on her body. The Rakshasa woman hesitated several times, but never had the courage to speak.
The Rakshasa woman was over a thousand years old. Although the Rakshasa people grew slowly, her body was already fully mature,
and a white, rice-water-like discharge often flowed from her vulva—this was the vaginal discharge of a young woman. Normally, she would
bathe and cleanse herself every night, so she wouldn't have any smell. But for the past three days, she had been unable to move, unable to bathe, and
unable to even wipe away the residue after urinating. The unique stench of a woman's genitals and the smell of urine from her crotch grew stronger and stronger.
Rakshasa had long since stopped Red Boy from lifting her onto the stone platform to practice her cultivation. How could she allow her son to manipulate her legs,
causing the stench to spread from under her skirt, and then hold her for hours, letting her inhale the foul smell to her
heart's content? Even so, usually she kept it under the covers, so only she could smell it, but whenever she needed to relieve herself, Red Boy would blindfold her
and pull back the covers, letting the foul stench escape, like entering a fish market, making Rakshasa feel utterly ashamed.
Although she couldn't see any displeasure on her son's face, Rakshasa herself felt extremely wronged, ashamed, and wanted to die.
As the stench grew stronger, her remorse and shame intensified. If it weren't for the fear that leaving her son alone
might lead him to do something foolish like suicide out of grief, she would have already succumbed to this inhuman shame and bitten her tongue to end it all.
It wasn't just the smell that was unbearably shameful; what terrified her even more was that after three days without washing or cleaning, her genitals
were unbearably itchy.
A woman's vulva and genitals are extremely delicate and require constant care and attention. The Rakshasa woman's genital
hair was very thick, and with persistent urine stains and vaginal discharge, which hadn't been cleaned, and with Red Boy
keeping her warm in bed all day under the pretense of keeping her cold, numerous bacteria thrived and multiplied.
The Rakshasa woman, of course, didn't know what bacteria were; she only knew that her private parts had been slightly itchy since yesterday
. If she could scratch herself, she wouldn't be so unbearable, but she was utterly paralyzed. Forget
scratching, she couldn't even rub her legs together for relief. She couldn't sleep all night, only clenching her teeth and
enduring the itch.
Today, the itching was unbearable, like ants crawling and insects swarming, as if thousands of fleas were burrowing under
her delicate skin. The Rakshasa woman gritted her teeth and endured the itch for an hour or so, but she could
n't bear it any longer. She bit her tongue, drawing blood to relieve the intense pain. Another half hour passed, and she could no longer endure it.
It felt like every single hair on her body was falling out, and she finally broke down in tears.
Her crying immediately startled Red Boy, who was pretending to cultivate on the stone platform. He hurriedly swallowed his elixir to stop his cultivation,
rushed to the bedside, and asked anxiously, "Mother, why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"
The Rakshasa woman turned her head away, only sobbing softly. Under Red Boy's persistent questioning, she finally managed to stammer,
"It's so itchy… so itchy I don't want to live anymore…"
Red Boy breathed a sigh of relief and gently scolded, "Mother, where does it itch? I'll scratch it for you, but
why didn't you ask me?"
The Rakshasa woman blushed, her neck turning red with embarrassment. Tears streaming down her face, she said in a low, aggrieved voice, "Scratching won't help… I need
to fetch some water… to wash…"
Red Boy scratched his head, puzzled, "Wash? Mother, do you want to take a bath?" He then said with some difficulty,
"The half-jar of water in the kitchen was finished yesterday. The water I concoct each day is only enough for the two of us to drink. There really...
we really don't have enough water for bathing..."
The Rakshasa woman was filled with shame and indignation, but she thought that Green Qi and Red Sleeve were too young to have seen such private matters,
so she had to explain. Biting her lower lip, she cried, "It's...it's Mother's private area...just a little water, a
silk towel to wash it...Mother is so itchy...so itchy I can't bear it...Waaah..." She cried out, filled with
grievance, shame, and resentment.
Red Boy suddenly understood, his face flushing red. He hurriedly said, "Mother, wait a moment, I'll go prepare!" and
ran off. His physique was naturally good during cultivation, and with the use of countless spiritual medicines, his broken
leg had completely healed in the past three days. He could walk with ease, no longer the strange limp he had three days ago when he was trapped.
A moment later, Red Boy returned with a small basin of water, half full, in which a white silk towel was soaking.
He placed the basin beside the bed, knelt, and kowtowed, saying, "Mother, please forgive my rudeness!" As usual, he
blindfolded himself, lifted the brocade quilt, and carried the Rakshasa woman to the bedside, letting her sit up against the headboard. He knelt
between her legs, which dangled off the bed, and slowly lifted her pleated skirt.
As soon as the skirt opened, a stench of genital filth and urine mingled and
assaulted his nostrils, like a pile of dead fish doused in urine and exposed to the sun—a pungent, nauseating odor. Red Boy, unable to see,
had his sense of smell and hearing heightened beyond usual. Even with some mental preparation, he felt nauseous and couldn't help but click his
tongue in disbelief.
The Rakshasa woman felt utterly ashamed and could no longer face her son. She wailed, "Let me die!
Let me die! Such disgrace... how can anyone live? My son, hold your breath... don't... don't let
the stench ruin you..."
To be honest, although the smell was deliberately created by Red Boy, he hadn't expected it to be so strong. It was far more pungent than the
time he and Xin Yun went on a summer road trip in the mountains, when he stripped his mother and wife naked in their tent and
smelled the stench between her legs, which had been covered by thick jeans all day!
However, this was precisely the opportunity for Rakshasa to know the depth of his love. Red Boy suppressed his slight discomfort
and smiled, "Mother, have you forgotten what I said three days ago?"
Rakshasa's mind was a jumbled mess. Overwhelmed by intense shame, she didn't even notice her blindfolded child facing her
naked lower body. She sobbed softly, "Wh...what?"
Red Boy, while wringing out a silk handkerchief, said gently, "I have loved Mother since childhood. Mother is in my heart..."
" Every part of it is beautiful, every part is fragrant... Even the scent of my mother's body now, to my nose, is
like orchids and musk, fragrant and rich, there is absolutely no reason to find it repulsive." He then took a deep breath and sighed contentedly
, as if to prove it.
The Rakshasa woman was greatly ashamed, her mortification and anger lessening considerably. Touched by her son's inappropriate words, she
no longer felt the same aversion as she had three days ago. However, still unable to swallow her pride, she sobbed, "My son was just trying to make me
happy... This... this stench is overwhelming, like a fish market, yet you say... say it's
fragrant like orchids and musk..."
Red Boy didn't answer, but suddenly stretched his neck and approached his mother's legs, touching the stinking petals hidden by her hair.
He lightly pecked her and laughed, "Now, Mother, will you believe my heart?"
The Rakshasa woman was stunned by her son's bold and impudent attack. After a long while, she suddenly screamed,
stammering, "You...you...how dare...how could...that place be so filthy, my son
...how could...how could..." She was so ashamed that her whole body burned, her pretty face turning as red as if it were about to bleed. She stammered "
how could" for a long time, but couldn't say anything more.
Red Boy smiled sweetly, said nothing more, picked up a half-dry silk handkerchief, and felt his mother's lush, grassy lower body,
beginning to clean it. Sometimes he gently stroked it up and down between her vulva, sometimes he plucked a tuft of pubic hair
and gently rubbed it, sometimes he used the handkerchief to pinch a piece of her labia and gently kneaded it with two fingers...a thousand tendernesses,
ten thousand loves, indescribable affection.
The Rakshasa woman felt a mix of emotions. She bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes fixed on her beloved son, silently
letting him caress her private parts, wiping and washing them. Tears welled in her eyes
, no longer falling, but threatening to spill.
With each rinse of the silk handkerchief, the water in the basin gradually became murky. The Rakshasa woman felt the intense
itching that had made her want to cut off her private parts had vanished, replaced by a different, indescribable, slight itch.
It rose quietly from the delicate flower in her child's small hands, gradually spreading to her flower path, filling the narrow passage with dew
, and then penetrating deeper, finally reaching the depths of her body, the warm love nest where her beloved son had lived for over two hundred years
…
The Rakshasa woman felt ashamed, guilty, and remorseful, yet strangely, she no longer felt
the disgust and aversion she had felt three days ago when she heard her son's affections for her. Instead, she gradually immersed herself in a gentle, tingling itch that made every pore of her body open
. A gentle warmth and tender affection lingered in her heart.
When Red Boy reached out his left hand, groping to part the pubic hairs and pinch the delicate clitoris at the tip of her vulva
, she hesitated for a moment, then finally didn't stop him.
Red Boy appeared calm, but his heart was pounding with excitement. Just now, touching and cleaning his mother's private parts through the damp silk scarf
had already excited him immensely, and now he was actually pinching his mother's clitoris with his own hands! The stimulation
almost made him faint, and his legs trembled as he knelt by the bed. He pretended to be ashamed and said, "Mother, I just remembered that
I heard Green Qi and the others say that this place is most prone to filth for girls. I was being impolite and wanted to peel it open to clean it.
I hope Mother won't be offended."
After a long while, he faintly heard a barely audible "hmm."
Red Boy suppressed his excitement and gently, slowly, pushed up the foreskin of the flower bud,
peeling the love bean from its fleshy sheath. He held a silk handkerchief in his right hand and gently pinched it with two fingers.
The Rakshasa woman let out a soft moan, and the fleshy pear at the end of her vaginal cavity twitched involuntarily twice . Overwhelmed with shame
, she closed her beautiful eyes.
The red bean had already quietly hardened; through the damp, thin silk handkerchief, Red Boy could even clearly feel the throbbing of the blood vessels within. Although his eyes were covered, 　　the image of that rosy, smooth, and beautifully lovely woman, like a red agate,
immediately appeared in his mind . 　　 Red Boy swallowed hard, knowing that although he had slightly opened his mother's heart, the time was far from ripe. He suppressed the 　　urge to push her down, carefully pinched and wiped her, let out a long sigh, withdrew his hands, and asked 　　, "Mother, is it still itchy? Is there anything else that needs cleaning?" 　　 The Rakshasa woman, aroused by her son's touch, felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her heart trembled, and her vagina was dripping 　　with desire. She barely managed to suppress a shameful sound. Seeing that he was finished, she breathed a sigh of relief and 　　said in a soft, shy voice, "It's over..." 　　 Red Boy lowered his mother's skirt, helped her lie down, covered her with the quilt, and then removed the blindfold. The Rakshasa 　　woman's face was still flushed, and she turned away from the cave wall, not daring to look at him. 　　 Red Boy was overjoyed, but he didn't show it, and poured the dirty water from the copper basin onto the corner of the room. 　　 Having expelled the foul air from her groin, Rakshasa rested for a while before having Red Boy help her onto the stone platform to continue her two- 　　day-long attempt at internal energy cultivation. Several hours had been wasted, and she still hadn't succeeded. 　　 Red Boy brought food and water for his mother. Although she was somewhat 　　frustrated at not finding a way to regain control of her inner elixir, nestled in her child's arms and eating from his hand, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart for the first time. After they finished eating 　　, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, and asked urgently, "Mother used so much water to bathe today, 　　and now you're drinking it again. What is my son... what is my son drinking?" 　　 Red Boy smiled and said, "I've been practicing my skills diligently these past few days, and my water control technique has greatly improved. Compared to the past few days, I can 　　conjure 20% more clear water. My body is still small, so that extra 20% is enough. I already used it in the kitchen just now, so 　　Mother doesn't need to worry." 　　 In the past few days, he and the Rakshasa woman had been eating at different times, one or two hours apart. He himself ate 　　in the kitchen, so the Rakshasa woman couldn't see him. Hearing this, she felt something was amiss, as if she had forgotten something, and was somewhat 　　skeptical. But seeing that her beloved son's lips were not dry at all, she had no choice but to believe him. 　　 Red Boy went to the Rakshasa woman's boudoir and brought back the gilded toilet from her room. He replaced 　　the toilet in the quiet room, which had been used for three days, and said confidently, "Although Mother empties it after each use, this toilet has been used for several 　　days without water for cleaning and has developed an odor. Mother has always used the toilet in her room alone. 　　The maid cleaned it three mornings ago, and it is very clean. Mother, please use this one from now on."

Just as the Rakshasa woman was about to speak, saying that the toilet's odor wasn't too strong and it could be used for a few more days before being replaced, Red Boy
had already taken it out the door, so she had no choice but to let it go.
After this intimate washing, the Rakshasa woman's heart had indeed opened a crack. More than an hour later,
after Red Boy had finished helping the Rakshasa woman to the toilet, he was about to carry her to bed when his mother said shyly, "My son, wait
... Girls are not like you men, you can't just shake them clean and dry... After a woman urinates, that...that's all over the place
, so you need to wipe it with a silk handkerchief."
Red Boy exclaimed, ashamed, "I didn't know before, and I've caused Mother to suffer." He
groped around on the bed for a while before finally finding the silk handkerchief draped at the foot of the bed. Just as he was about to reach for it, he froze and stammered, "Mother, I
've never seen a woman urinate before. When Green Qi and the others changed behind the screen, they were all clean.
I really don't know...I don't know where to wipe?"
The Rakshasa woman blushed and said shyly, "Where...that's there, just wipe it there..."
Red Boy Scratching his head, he said with difficulty, "But child... child can't see!"
The Rakshasa woman didn't answer. After a long while, she finally said in a low voice, "If you can't see,
just take off the blindfold!"
Red Boy's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He pretended to be shocked and said, "What? Take it off? Mother's
body, as pure as a white magnolia, how can it be... how can it be coveted? How dare I... how dare I peek?"
The Rakshasa woman was already extremely ashamed when she heard her son say that he should take off the blindfold. Hearing this, she was even more angry
. She pouted and muttered, "I've already let you touch me, I've already let you kiss me, is there anything more shameful than this
? But you say you dare not covet... If you don't want to, then let me feel itchy and smelly down there!"
She herself did not realize that the coquettishness in her words was already very obvious. Red Boy, however, discerned everything clearly
and was overjoyed. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect such results in just three days. It seems that the
day of success is not far off!" Holding his breath, his face flushed red, he said in a trembling voice, "If...if that's the case, Mother, please forgive me. I...
I will open my eyes now."
Rakshasa closed her eyes in embarrassment and said softly, "These past few days, my son has loved and respected me, and has not been
disrespectful in the slightest. How could I have turned a blind eye? My son, please open your eyes, but please don't...don't take advantage of me and
betray my trust."
Red Boy hurriedly said, "Mother, please rest assured. I respect and love you. I will never do anything that displeases you
!" With excitement, he supported his mother's slender waist with one hand, helping her sit up, and with the other hand, he untied the cloth sash and opened his eyes.
What came into view were two white, jade-like, round, moon-like buttocks, as tender and juicy as ripe peaches...
and how could they not be juicy? A glistening drop of water clung to the tip of her snow-white buttocks, trembling precariously
.
From the barely visible crimson cleft, several clumps of curly hair, damp and tangled, held a few
pale yellow dewdrops that trembled before falling with a plop into the bucket, then gathered again, hanging precariously at the top
.
Although he had glimpsed this beautiful sight when he returned last time, transformed into a cricket, this time he was openly
and brazenly ogling his mother! Red Boy swallowed hard, took a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped away
the remaining urine from his mother's buttocks. The touch was warm and soft as jade, smooth as cream. Then, moving from back to front, he
brushed his hand across the tender petals hidden beneath the delicate pubic hair between her buttocks, the silk handkerchief rubbing against the thick hair, making a soft rustling sound.
The Rakshasa woman bit her lip, enduring the warmth of her son's small hands, warm through the silk scarf , as
they caressed her delicate clitoris, bringing waves of softness and intoxicating pleasure she couldn't express. The thought of her rear
being completely exposed to her son, allowing him to see it all, made her body burn uncontrollably. Her petals slightly closed, and
a few drops of nectar seeped from her vulva. A tingling, itchy sensation spread through her buttocks, as if she sensed her son's gaze
.
Red Boy wiped away the remaining urine from his mother's crotch, brought the silk scarf to his nose, and took a deep breath. Hearing the gasp, the Rakshasa woman
recalled the deep breath he had taken earlier, the one that had made her heart tremble, and guessed
what her son was doing. She blushed deeply and scolded him playfully, "My child! Don't smell your mother's shameful scent!"
The Red Boy cried out, hurriedly gathering his silk handkerchief and carrying his mother to the bed. His face flushed, he
stammered, "Mother...I...I didn't mean it...I couldn't help myself..."
The Rakshasa woman gave him a slightly reproachful, coquettish look, her face reddening, but she said nothing more. For the
past few days, she had been unable to move. Not only did she need her son to feed her, but
he also took care of her every need, from relieving herself to cleaning her genitals. He had thoroughly inhaled the foul scent of her private parts
, even touching and kissing them!
Today, almost by accident, she somehow managed to ask him to remove the blindfold, letting her son see and feel as he went
. After relieving himself, she even dared to ask him to help her wipe herself.
Little did she know that deep in her heart, she had already quietly come to regard her son as her only strong support,
no longer the spoiled child who used to cling to her.
Although she sensed that things would become increasingly dangerous for both mother and son,
the shameful thoughts that grew stronger each day were tempting her further and further down the precipice of moral collapse.
Red Boy carried the chamber pot out of the quiet room, pondering, "It seems Daji's first step is almost complete. My mother
's heart is open; it's time to provoke her with even more shameful things." He went to the kitchen,
carefully poured his mother's warm urine from the chamber pot into an earthenware jar, hesitated for a moment, then gulped down the salty-sour, pungent urine.
He thought, "It's slightly more sour than Xin Yun's, but the pungent smell isn't as strong as Daji's,
and it's not too hard to swallow. When should I let her know that 'to save water for her purification, I had to drink a little
water, but mostly her urine'?"
This was also a powerful move that could potentially move his mother, but the urgent matter now was to use even more humiliating
methods to make the Rakshasa woman completely lose her maternal composure in front of him. Red Boy couldn't help but laugh out loud,
stuffing all the remaining fresh fruits and vegetables from the kitchen into the stove and setting it on fire. Turning around, I opened the container of nuts again.
Earthenware jar.
From that day on, Red Boy told Princess Iron Fan that the fresh fruit was all gone, and they would have to eat nuts and dried
meat to fill their stomachs. Although Princess Iron Fan disliked meat, Red Boy added a few slices of roasted and smoked meat to each meal, urging her,
"Mother hasn't found a way to move yet. If you don't eat some meat, your body will become weaker and weaker, and I'll be heartbroken."
Princess Iron Fan's heart sweetened slightly, and she obediently ate it under his guidance.
This nut and dried meat was very different from the fresh fruit of the previous days, with a lot of residue. After only one day, Princess Iron Fan
clearly felt a heaviness in her stomach. However, she had deliberately held back her bowels for the past few days, and
the water in her intestines had been absorbed, making it dry and hard, like a stone stuck in the middle of her intestines, which temporarily prevented her from feeling the urge to urinate.
On the third day after she had been given nuts and dried meat, at noon, Rakshasa suddenly experienced excruciating abdominal pain and a rapid urge to defecate. She could
n't help but cry out. Red Boy rushed over and asked anxiously, "Mother, what's wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"
Although Rakshasa had become accustomed to urinating in her son's sight these past few days, letting him wipe her genitals, and even
not letting him wear a cloth when she cleaned herself with water and a silk towel, she only forbade him to stare at her genitals. However,
when it came to defecating in front of her beloved son, she was still extremely shy. Biting her lower lip, she murmured, "Mother... Mother needs to relieve
herself..."
Red Boy breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran out, bringing back the chamber pot that he had taken out of the quiet room three days ago. He explained
, "This matter has a very strong odor, and the chamber pot is not easy to clean right now. It's better not to use the chamber pot that Mother used to urinate in. Mother,
please make do with the one you used before!" As he did so, he lifted his mother's skirt, revealing her peach-like buttocks, and lifted her to sit down. As she
sat on the toilet, she grumbled slightly, "Mother, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. You haven't
had a bowel movement for five days! I hope you don't develop some kind of hidden illness!"
Rakshasa, having cultivated Taoism since childhood and always being a vegetarian, had never suffered a serious illness in over a thousand years, and had never experienced
constipation for more than three days. Hearing this, she was greatly surprised and, forgetting her embarrassment, hurriedly asked, "My son, this... this can cause hidden
illnesses?"
Red Boy nodded, "How could it not? Two years ago, Hongxiu was greedy and ate a lot of hot and spicy food.
She couldn't defecate for six or seven days, and her face developed many red spots! If it weren't for me... um, later, Lüqi treated her
for a long time before she recovered!"
Although this was true, he had casually recalled the amusing incident of giving Xinyun an enema, and on a whim, deliberately
used hot and spicy spices like star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, dogwood, and ginger to prepare a pot of fragrant wild game to coax the two maids
into eating it. Green Qi, unaccustomed to the spiciness, didn't eat much, but Red Sleeve, greedy and easily tempted, suffered from constipation for
several days afterward, finally being coaxed into having an enema by Red Boy.
Feeling humiliated in front of Green Qi, Red Sleeve restrained Green Qi and forced her to have an enema as well. Afterward, Red Boy
naturally took the two maids' chrysanthemums. However, Red Sleeve, being a flower demon, was delicate and still
developed red spots for several days from the spicy food, something Red Boy hadn't anticipated.
Rakshasa vaguely remembered that two years ago, Red Sleeve had indeed been ill, her face covered in terrifying red spots, and
her face paled, filled with regret. No longer daring to delay out of shame, she sat on the toilet,
straining and moaning until her face turned bright red.
Not only had she endured five days of this, but her scheming son had also fed her nuts and smoked meat for three days straight
. The residue was dry, and her prolonged bed rest had caused stagnation of Qi, leading to intestinal dysfunction and the accumulation of waste. In traditional Chinese medicine terms,
this was a condition known as "Qi constipation." Despite her constant squeezing and relaxing of her buttocks,
she couldn't expel anything.
Red Boy, holding his mother's slender waist, gently massaged her soft belly with one hand, asking with concern, "
Mother, how are you feeling? Why...why hasn't it come out yet?"
The Rakshasa woman was in pain, the urgency palpable, yet she couldn't expel anything. Recalling
the red spots on Red Sleeve's face during her illness, her anxiety and fear grew, and tears welled in her eyes. Hearing her son's concerned inquiry, she pouted
, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, "I...I can't expel it..."
I...I can't!
Red Boy almost thought he had misheard, but looking at his mother's watery, frightened, and aggrieved phoenix eyes, her pitiful
expression, and hearing her weak and helpless voice echoing in his ears, a surge of heroic emotion welled up within him. He just wanted to
laugh out loud. Deep down, his mother had completely regarded him as her intimate lover, openly and honestly acting coquettishly towards him!
Red Boy tried his best to suppress his joy, feigning difficulty: "If it really
can't be solved, then... then we can only try the method I used to solve Hongxiu's problem last time."
Rakshasa was delighted and asked, "What method?"
Red Boy blushed and stammered, "It's... it's about pouring water into your stomach from behind, and naturally
... naturally it will come out..."
Rakshasa exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately blushed crimson. She hesitated for only half an incense stick's time
before lowering her head shyly and saying, "Then...then my son, shouldn't you...why don't you hurry up and prepare..."
Although she was chaste and conservative, and a mother, it proved that for any woman, the love of beauty was
paramount. Faced with the humiliation of having water poured into her anus by her own son and then forcibly excreting, versus
the threat of having her face stained with red spots if left unattended, even someone as reserved as her would unsurprisingly choose the former.
Red Boy was overjoyed. He hadn't even had a chance to persuade her, and she had already said it herself! Don't underestimate
the effect of her taking the initiative versus her reluctantly agreeing under his persuasion! Red Boy
felt his blood boiling. He carried her back to the bed, said, "Mother, wait a moment!" and rushed out.
He took out a leather wine bag that had been prepared beforehand from the kitchen, poured some vinegar into it, and then used magic to condense half a bag of water inside, shaking it
to mix them.
Seeing her beloved son return with the leather pouch, the Rakshasa woman blushed, her eyes darting around nervously, avoiding any
contact with her son.
Red Boy feigned helplessness and said apologetically, "Mother, I am incompetent; I simply couldn't find a thinner tube.
Two years ago, when I filled Hongxiu's pouch, I went outside the cave and whittled a thin bamboo pole, but now… the opening of this pouch is indeed too large
, and it will cause Mother to suffer."
The Rakshasa woman glanced quickly at the bronze mouth of the leather pouch, about the size of a wine cup, her face showing fear. She quickly looked away
, her face flushed, and said fearfully, "It's so big... how... how can it fit? No... it won't work..."
Red Boy gritted his teeth and said, "For Mother's sake, we must try. Mother, I have been rude!"
He stepped forward, picked up the Rakshasa woman, and laid her upper body on the couch, kneeling beside it with her legs spread apart, her round,
full buttocks sticking out.
With a heart full of reverence, Red Boy slowly lifted his mother's skirt. He saw two snow-white, round moons slightly parted
, the color of the buttocks cleft slightly darker, and a pinkish-red, tightly closed flower bud hidden deep within, trembling shyly. The Rakshasa woman let out a soft moan, hiding her flushed face under the brocade quilt. Despite her shame, 　　there was also a faint, indescribable expectation
in her heart . 　　 Her private parts had been thoroughly examined by her son these past few days, and now even the most secret and shameful 　　place for a young woman to defecate had been revealed to him. Although he had said he loved every part of her body, that place 　　was, after all, the filthy place from which excrement came out… Would his beloved son love it? Would he feel disgust and aversion? 　　 Red Boy adjusted his breathing and brought the mouth of the copper-cast bag to his mother's anus. 　　 The Rakshasa woman's fiery anus was touched by the cool copper mouth, and her two pink buttocks instinctively tensed up, 　　and the wrinkled anus shrank back into her body. 　　 Red Boy gently patted his mother's smooth, upturned buttocks with his small hand and said softly, "Mother, don't be afraid, relax." After the 　　Rakshasa woman relaxed a little with shyness, he tilted the copper mouth slightly and pressed it into the center of that small vortex. 　　 This bag was not small to begin with, so the copper mouth at the opening was naturally large, almost enough to fit the Rakshasa woman's entire daisy 　　inside. Adding to this, this was the first time in over a thousand years that the Rakshasa woman had experienced such an intrusion from a foreign object. Her son's burning gaze further stimulated 　　her delicate flower, making it burn with desire. Her subconscious shyness caused her to unconsciously resist opening her small opening; 　　the small leather band contracted and tightened in waves, making it impossible to loosen. 　　 Red Boy was sweating profusely, but each time he only managed to insert a small section before being squeezed out by the powerful contractions inside 　　. The Rakshasa woman frowned, biting her lip lightly, and hissed as she gasped for breath. Red Boy, with a determined heart, pressed down on the copper mouth and pushed hard. This time, he managed to insert halfway, but 　　it was squeezed out 　　 even faster than before . 　　 The Rakshasa woman frowned deeply, letting out a soft "Ah!" followed by a delicate moan, "It hurts..." 　　 Red Boy said helplessly, "Mother, it seems this method won't work." 　　 The Rakshasa woman was both ashamed and anxious, urgently asking, "What can we do? You...you have any other methods 　　?" 　　 Red Boy pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Mother, please forgive my disrespect!" 　　 The Rakshasa woman asked in surprise, "What disrespect..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt her son's hands embrace her buttocks, and then, 　　a warm, wet thing gently scraped against her anus. 　　 The Rakshasa woman screamed in extreme surprise, turning her head with all her might, and saw that her son, with his eyes closed, was using 　　his soft, slippery tongue to lick the opening from which her filth emerged! The Rakshasa woman was deeply shaken, filled with both terror and 　　overwhelming emotion. Two streams of tears instantly flowed down her cheeks as she shook her head violently to conceal the turmoil in her heart. She cried out 　　, "Wait...wait! My son, stop! That...that place is utterly filthy, how...how could you..." 　　 Red Boy, however, did not answer. He licked her anus thoroughly, then straightened his tongue, attempting to probe inside. 　　The Rakshasa woman was filled with shame and rage; her anus clenched tightly, vowing never to let her son's tongue invade that filthy orifice. 　　 Red Boy said helplessly, "Mother, the water pouch is too big to fit in. The only way now is 　　for me to feed you with my mouth… But you're closing it so tightly, how can I possibly succeed?" 　　 The Rakshasa woman shook her head and cried, "Don't mention it! Don't mention it! I'd rather die than let you do such a vile 　　and shameful thing for me!" 　　 Red Boy smiled slightly, crawled to his mother's side, and used his small hands to hold her face, forcing her to 　　face him directly. Looking at her tear-streaked face, he said softly, "How is this vile and shameful? Mother gave me life, raised 　　me, loved me, and cherished me. Even if I were to be shattered to pieces, I could never repay even a fraction of your kindness. As long as Mother is 　　well, what does it matter what I do for you?" 　　 The Rakshasa woman's face was held in her son's hands, and unable to pull away, she closed her eyes and wept, turning over and over, only sobbing: 　　"No...this is absolutely impossible...I...I am so dirty..." 　　 Red Boy leaned over and gently kissed her fair forehead, then said, "Mother, have you forgotten? You are not 　　only the loving mother I admire and cherish, but also the woman I love most in this life! I love your charming appearance when you are shy 　　, I love your cute appearance when you are slightly angry, I love your eyebrows and the corners of your eyes, I love your breasts and jade buttocks...I even love 　　the fragrance of your urine, I love the fragrance between your legs. In my eyes, Mother's body is beautiful in every part, fragrant in every way, 　　how can there be any dirty or unclean place?" 　　 The Rakshasa woman's heart trembled involuntarily from the bottom of her heart to the tip of her heart. She felt a warm, tingling sensation 　　flowing down from her forehead where her son's lips touched her, and her whole body felt lazy and comfortable. Opening her teary eyes, she pouted and 　　sobbed, "You naughty little devil, you're...you're just teasing me again..." 　　 Seeing her attitude gradually changing as he expected, Red Boy was secretly pleased, but his face remained tender. 　　He cupped his mother's pretty face, gently kissed away her tears, and whispered, "Mother, please forgive me for lying...actually 　　, although I've used half the water to cleanse you these past two days, my water-concentrating ability hasn't actually increased." 　　 Rakshasa's eyes widened in surprise, "Then...you've been..." 　　 Red Boy gently... He said, "If I don't have enough water, don't I still have Mother's elixir? That's why I praised Mother 's 　　urine as fragrant and sweet; I wasn't just saying that!" He smacked his lips, then added with lingering enjoyment, "Women's urine 　　can also be refined into Autumn Ice and Autumn Stone, just like red lead, a key ingredient in our Taoist alchemy! 　　Although Mother's urine is unrefined, it's still very beneficial to my health." 　　 The Rakshasa woman let out a soft moan, blushing deeply, and tightly closed her eyes, tears of emotion 　　welling up again. 　　 Just to have water to cleanse herself, she had given up drinking water and drunk her own urine! She even knew the name Autumn Stone...

I know it's true, but how could an ordinary person bear the stench of unrefined human urine? He
said that only to comfort himself!
His filial piety towards his mother, whether as a son or as loving towards his beloved, is
so profound and sincere that it is unparalleled in heaven and earth! His beloved is so
affectionate towards him; what more could a woman ask for?
The Rakshasa woman felt her heart melting, and sobbed, "Why...why do you dote on me so
much? I don't know what evil deeds I committed in my past life to give birth to you, you wretch! You are clearly my own son,
yet you...you still come to provoke me..."
Red Boy gently pecked at her tear-stained face, and softly said, "It is because I did countless good deeds in my past life that
I was fortunate enough to be born into your womb! My love for you is the same as your love for me.
I even drink your urine, so what harm is there in giving you water again? Mother, please don't..." " You're being naughty. Be a good girl
and relax your backside so I can finish for you, okay?"
The Rakshasa woman didn't answer, only sobbing softly. Just as Red Boy lost patience and was about to
proceed again, she opened her misty, tearful eyes, sniffed, and said coquettishly, "After we're done, you're not allowed... not allowed to use
that stinky mouth to kiss me again..."
Red Boy was both surprised and delighted, his face lighting up with joy as he asked, "So... I can...
can..."
The Rakshasa woman struggled, pulling her face away from her son's small hands, turning her face to the other side,
without answering. However, her flushed earlobes and hot neck betrayed her shyness.
Red Boy was overjoyed, reaching out to kiss her rosy earlobe lightly, then opening his mouth to
take it in.
The Rakshasa woman let out a soft "oh," her neck slightly shrinking, but she didn't stop him.
Red Boy nibbled on his mother's soft earlobe for a while, then kissed her smooth, eggshell-like face.
His small hands gently lifted her chin, and with a slight pull, the Rakshasa woman turned her face towards him.
Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face flushed, making her incredibly adorable. Whether from nervousness or
irresistible passion, her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, her cherry-red lips parted slightly, and she breathed
softly, releasing sweet scents.
Red Boy, utterly captivated, slowly leaned in and sealed his mother's lips with his own.
The Rakshasa woman's body trembled, two tears welling in her eyes. It felt as if some constraint within her had suddenly snapped,
making a soft cracking sound in her soul.
As Red Boy's tongue parted his mother's soft lips and began to tease her pearly teeth, the Rakshasa woman, unable to resist
the teasing, let out soft moans, "Mmm...mmm..."
"First kiss! This must be Mother's first kiss!" Red Boy concluded from the Rakshasa Woman's completely bewildered reaction
, and was overjoyed. While passionately kissing his mother, he stretched his arms as far as he could, even using his "All-Arm
Technique" to make his short arms appear extremely long. His hands slid down his mother's pink back, past her waist, and up to her
plump buttocks, kneading them for a while before sliding up and down her cleft. He felt that his mother's vulva was already
somewhat wet, with warm, slippery nectar slowly seeping out, wetting the two labia. He then used his fingertips to dab
some on the small bud deep within her buttocks.
Although the Rakshasa Woman was captivated by her son's kiss, she vaguely noticed the unusual activity at her rear, understood her son
's intentions, and suppressed her shyness, trying her best to relax. The delicate bud seemed to come alive, slowly opening,
revealing the even more tender and moist pistil at the center of the vortex.
Taking advantage of her momentary relaxation, Red Boy suddenly thrust his fingertip inside with a "plop."
The Rakshasa woman abruptly opened her eyes, letting out a mournful "ooh!" Her anus immediately contracted tightly, the force so strong
it caused Red Boy excruciating pain in his knuckles. Ignoring the pain, Red Boy pried open his mother's teeth and plunged deep into the Rakshasa
woman's mouth, chasing after her soft, delicate tongue, entwining it tightly.
The Rakshasa woman's eyes gradually glazed over again, her anus spasming and constricting tightly a dozen times, but she couldn't expel
the thin foreign object inside. Under the influence of her owner's relaxed and intoxicated state, she relaxed once more.
Under her son's teasing, the Rakshasa woman finally learned to clumsily respond. Although her tongue
remained stiff and unyielding when her son lured it into his mouth, she didn't pull back. She kept moaning and groaning through her delicate nose, and
although most of the sweet saliva accumulated in her mouth was fed to her son, some still slid down the corners of her mouth.
Red Boy, distracted, noticed the tightness of the leather band around his fingers weakening, so he tentatively and gently moved it in and out.
This stimulation caused the Rakshasa woman's entire intestine to gradually begin to peristalse.
The Rakshasa woman let out a muffled groan, her beautiful brows furrowing. She withdrew her tongue and whispered breathlessly, "My darling, my...
my stomach hurts again..."
Red Boy gently touched his mother's lips again and said softly, "Mother, relax, don't be so tense
."
The Rakshasa woman, her beautiful eyes not daring to look into her son's eyes, nodded shyly and softly hummed in agreement.
Red Boy lifted the leather pouch, took a large mouthful of water mixed with vinegar, and placed it against his mother's anus
to block the water from flowing out. He then extended his tongue and began to lick and scrape the delicate folds of her vulva.
Although the Rakshasa woman's inner turmoil was not completely resolved, knowing her child's intentions, she could barely suppress her unclean and shameful
thoughts. Coupled with the pain in her abdomen, she could no longer bear it and tried her best to relax to cooperate with her beloved son's doting
actions.
Red Boy licked and probed, finally creating a small opening. Not daring to delay, he curled his tongue into a tube and
poured the vinegar liquid into it.
The Rakshasa woman let out a soft moan, feeling a warm stream of water flowing into her dry intestines, a warm and comfortable sensation,
as if her beloved son's incomparable, ocean-like affection was flowing into her heart. Her heart was filled with trepidation, yet also sweetness and
warmth.
Red Boy continued, licking open his mother's vulva with his tongue and pouring in vinegar liquid, repeating this more than ten times until the pouch
was empty. The Rakshasa woman's intestines were hardened and blocked in the middle of her large intestine, leaving her rectum empty. Even after the vinegar was poured in, he only
tasted a slight bitterness on his tongue, which was fortunate as it didn't soil his mouth.
Although a little filth on his tongue wouldn't be unbearable in order to win his beautiful mother's heart,
it was best to avoid sullying himself.
He lingered, kissing her round, jade-like buttocks a few more times, then gently massaged around her anus with his small hands
to help her relax.
Not long after, the Rakshasa woman's abdomen began to gurgle loudly, like churning waves.
Enduring the churning pain, she groaned, "My darling, quickly... quickly help me up..."
Red Boy helped his mother onto the toilet. The Rakshasa woman, still enduring the pain, glanced down at herself and said, "
My little darling, check if I've sat on the wrong toilet? If I've sat on the wrong one..." Her pretty face suddenly flushed red, and she immediately shut
her mouth.
Red Boy laughed, "That's right, that's right! This is indeed the original red-lacquered toilet. Mother, that gilded one
is now my drinking vessel, how could I confuse them?" He paused, then added, "Even if I'm wrong, it doesn't matter, Mother,
I'll soak it in some fine wine again..."
The Rakshasa woman was greatly embarrassed, spat, and interrupted him, "Stop! If you say such disgusting things again, you can
forget about... forget about ever kissing me again!"
Red Boy chuckled, his small appearance making him seem mischievous and adorable. He grinned, "If Mother doesn't like it,
I won't mention it." He put one arm around his mother's slender waist and the other on her soft belly, gently kneading it, showing utmost
tenderness.
The Rakshasa woman gave her son a charming glare, bit her lip, frowned, and let out soft moans .
After a long pause, suddenly, "Bang, bang, bang... *spit*—" a series of muffled sounds rang out; she had let out a long fart in the toilet. The Rakshasa
woman said shyly, "If you find it smelly, then just hold your breath..."
Red Boy was about to speak when the Rakshasa woman, fearing he would bring up those shameful words again, hurriedly interrupted, "I know you
love me because of my love for you, and I don't find it offensive. But isn't my natural fragrance better than this? The
way you said it the last few times... it's as if I have no fragrance at all, just a stench... I'm so ashamed!"
Red Boy smiled slightly but didn't answer. He lifted her skirt and slipped his small hand inside, placing it directly on
her soft, smooth skin, gently squeezing and kneading, feeling the gurgling sounds of her intestines.
After that long fart, he waited a moment, and finally heard a splash of water. The vinegar he had poured in earlier gushed
out, mixed with small pieces of filth as hard as pebbles, and splattered onto the bottom of the toilet. Suddenly, a loud "thump" was heard
, and Red Boy exclaimed in surprise, "This one's really big!"
Both mother and son were now enveloped in the pungent stench emanating from the toilet. Rakshasa, already overcome with shame,
became even more agitated upon hearing this, feigning anger, "You...you're making fun of me again!"
Red Boy quickly apologized with an embarrassed smile, continuing to gently massage his mother's belly in a conciliatory manner. His massage had
subtly expanded considerably, even touching the edge of her pubic area. As the Rakshasa woman expelled clumps of filth
, she whimpered softly, "You rascal... don't press down there... don't squeeze my pee out."
Red Boy quickly moved his little hand away, laughing, "Mother, you're so kind to me, afraid I'll be thirsty, you even
remembered to save some for me!"
The Rakshasa woman blushed and glared at her son, scolding, "If I didn't save some for you, wouldn't you be thirsty? With
your love for me, no matter what I say, you'll always leave me clean water, and you would never deprive me of my clean water.
" "You forced yourself to drink my urine... If that's the case, and people still don't care about you, wouldn't that make you a heartless
person?"
Red Boy leaned over and kissed the skin below her navel, praising, "My mother gave me life,
and my mother also understands me!"
The Rakshasa woman was both amused and helpless, laughing and scolding, "You rascal! You're sticking your head there, do you think
the smell coming from down there isn't bad enough? Get away quickly!"
Red Boy chuckled, and reluctantly kissed the edge of her pubic hair before straightening up. The Rakshasa
woman's eyes were so soft they seemed to drip water, and she glanced at him, her shyness and joy indescribable.
Before long, the Rakshasa woman finished expelling the dried, cracked dung from her stomach. Red Boy tore a strip of silk from the bedsheet, reached
under her buttocks, and wiped away the excrement and the vinegar that had spilled onto her cleft and buttocks. He then tossed it into the chamber pot, helped his mother
onto the bed, and carried the red-lacquered chamber pot out to burn the filth.
When Red Boy returned, without waiting for the Rakshasa woman to call him, he jumped onto the bed, embraced his mother, and lay down beside her
, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and cheeks with unbridled lust.
The Rakshasa woman blushed, her ears and neck tickled by his breath. She whimpered softly, "You little
rascal, I haven't even given you permission to get on the bed! And you shamelessly jumped on me..."
Red Boy asked curiously, "Didn't Mother grant me permission before?" The
Rakshasa woman said shyly, "Nonsense...when did I grant you permission...Don't...don't breathe into my ears,
it's making me so itchy."
Red Boy laughed, "Didn't Mother just say that your fragrance is better than other scents? I
've smelled it these past few days..." "Mother's body has many scents, and although I love them all, I can't tell which is more fragrant. But
since Mother has given the order, I can only reluctantly try to savor them."
The Rakshasa woman spat lightly, her cheeks flushed, and muttered, "Is there any son in the world like you?
Not only have you fallen in love with your own mother, but you've also... you've also... seduced your own mother..."
Red Boy was overjoyed and pressed, "And seduced your own mother too, what?"
The Rakshasa woman turned her face away in embarrassment, closed her eyes, and remained silent. Red Boy smiled slightly, turning her face
back to him. He kissed her ear and cheek, speaking softly, "Mother, once you're better, we
'll get married. I'll cherish you and love you for the rest of my life, okay?"
The Rakshasa woman's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. Her bright, beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and joy,
yet she stubbornly said, "How can a mother marry her own son... that's... that's not good... Oh! I
told you, you're not allowed to kiss someone else with the same lips you used to kiss me... um! um..." Before she could finish her sentence,
her son silenced her with a kiss.
In the blink of an eye, her phoenix eyes, as bright as stars, became misty and dreamy
.
Mother and son shared a passionate, lingering kiss, their tongues intertwined. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips finally parted
. Red Boy, still reluctant to let go, sucked on his mother's tongue a few more times before releasing her.
A trail of saliva stretched between their lips, a particularly lewd sight.
The Rakshasa woman gazed with boundless love at her beloved son's handsome, childlike face, then sighed softly, saying
, "A terrible sin, a terrible sin… you and I, mother and son, have transgressed human ethics. After death, we will surely be reborn as animals, never to be reincarnated
."
Red Boy chuckled, "Mother, we both practice Taoist breathing techniques. Even if our sins are grave
, after death we will only be punished in the underworld. How could we possibly go through the Buddhist cycle of reincarnation?" He paused, then
kissed his mother's smooth forehead, saying tenderly, "All my sins stem from my love for you, Mother.
They are naturally my responsibility." "I'll take full responsibility; I'd never let my mother suffer."
The Rakshasa woman's eyes immediately reddened, and she pouted, on the verge of tears, saying, "You...you're saying this because you want to
be like that old thief, abandoning me later? You rascal, you've stolen my heart, and you say you'll take full responsibility
...Even if I'm cast into the eighteenth level of hell for eternal torment, I'll be with you!"
Red Boy, moved, hugged his mother tightly and said, "Alright, then we'll be punished together,
never to be separated for eternity! As long as my mother is here, even hell is paradise!"
The Rakshasa woman smiled through her tears and sweetly hummed in agreement.
Red Boy was content, embracing his mother's slender neck, their eyes meeting, feeling the endless tenderness and affection in her gaze 　　 .
He would occasionally kiss her passionately, his heart filled with peace and joy, a scene of boundless beauty and bliss.

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