【Little Maid】(Ten Scenes Satin Side Story)

The Little Maid (Part 1)
The Ten Scenes of West Lake, charming and graceful, perfectly capture the elegance and beauty of Jiangnan. Men and women, dressed in colorful clothes, stroll among the mountains and lakes,
adding even more vibrancy to the naturally beautiful scenery.
It was sunset, and under the green willows along the Bai Causeway, several men and women were stretching, their lake tour over and preparing
to leave. A little maid was bending down to tidy up the tea and wine utensils. It was summer, and although it was getting late and
a gentle breeze was blowing from the lake, it was still a bit hot. The little maid, tidying up, had beads of sweat on her temples and couldn't help but
wipe them away with the back of her hand, letting out a sigh.
Nearby, three men and one woman were chatting and laughing. Another maid was holding a handkerchief, wiping
the sweat from one of the middle-aged scholars, not because of the heat, but because he had just drunk wine and was sweating profusely. A young woman beside her said, "Ping'er,
hurry up, it's getting dark." The maid who was cleaning up the mess replied softly, "Yes, Madam." She worked
very quickly and hurriedly wrapped up all the items.
The scholar, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, laughed, "Good, good! We've had our fill today, we don't need to come for three days."
A scholar beside him chuckled, "Brother Song, you've had your fun, but we two brothers
are still a little unsatisfied. Brother Song, we can never tire of looking at your two lovely young ladies. If you're not going boating on the lake tomorrow,
how about we borrow them to keep you company while you drink?" The scholar surnamed Song chuckled, and the maidservant wiping his sweat beside him giggled,
saying sweetly, "Master Zhang loves to bully people, we won't stand for it. Ping'er, Master will probably be drunk all day when he gets back
, and Master Zhang is coming tomorrow, don't let him trick you!" Ping'er blushed and whispered, "Cuixiang, stop talking nonsense!"
In a fleeting glance, she saw the man surnamed Zhang looking at her with a smile, and she panicked even more, quickly lowering her head.
This young maid, Ping'er, was sixteen years old. Originally from Suzhou, she was a well-bred young lady. Three years ago,
due to her family's decline, she drifted to Hangzhou and was taken in by a family surnamed Song, becoming their maid. The scholar
was the head of the family, Song Shangqian, and the young woman beside him was Madam Song. Another maid, Cuixiang, was quite close to Ping'er
. The Song family was wealthy, and Ping'er served her master and mistress diligently, so their lives were relatively peaceful. Although she was
quiet and reserved, unlike the clever and charming Cuixiang, Song Shangqian took good care of her, never letting her work too hard
. Even though she was living under someone else's roof, Ping'er was very grateful to him.
Today, she was visiting West Lake with two of Song Shangqian's friends, the Zhang brothers, Zhang Hede and Zhang Hefang. While they
were enjoying tea and wine under the willows and admiring the scenery, Song Shangqian invited a young gentleman surnamed Wen to join them. He was extremely
handsome, and Ping'er was captivated by him. Later, after the young master Wen left the banquet, Song Shangqian and his companions, drunk, began to laugh and joke freely.
The Zhang brothers, in particular, became unruly towards Cuixiang, groping and fondling her with great pleasure. Ping'er, still a naive
young girl, saw all this and, though blushing, could do nothing but silently serve them.
Now the banquet was over, and everyone
began their journey home. The Zhang brothers, who had come from Suzhou to visit Song Shangqian and were staying at the Song family's residence, returned home together.
Back at the Song residence, Ping'er and Cuixiang helped the tipsy Song Shangqian back to his room. Song Shangqian, swaying and shaking his head,
sat down on the edge of the bed with the two women's help. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, grabbed Ping'er, and reached out to touch her chest. Ping'er
trembled, startled, and quickly pushed him away, her face flushed as she stood up. Cui Xiang laughed, "Madam, look, Master is really drunk
." Madam Song frowned secretly, waved her hand, and said, "You two can leave now, I'll take care of things here."
The two maids excused themselves and left. Ping'er patted her chest and exclaimed, "You scared me to death! Master
is completely different when he's drunk." Cui Xiang giggled, "Oh, you're even shy! You've really never
had a man touch you here before?" As she spoke, she quickly grabbed Ping'er's breast.
Ping'er jumped, quickly covering her chest with her hands, and glanced at Cui Xiang, saying somewhat unhappily, "Cui Xiang,
I'm going to get angry if you touch me like that." Cui Xiang laughed, "Alright, alright, Miss! If you were really a rich young
lady, I wouldn't dare touch you!"
Ping'er remained silent, only smiled helplessly, and returned to the maids' quarters with Cui Xiang.
She sat before an old bronze mirror, sighing inwardly, thinking, "If my parents were still alive, how could I be such
a lowly maid?"
Gazing at her reflection, she saw a sweet and delicate face; though the features were somewhat blurred, it didn't diminish her charm
. Looking at her reflection, she saw a slender figure, her breasts quite full, surpassing those of girls her age
. Looking down, she saw her hands were also soft and white, with slender, delicate fingers. Although she was too shy to praise them herself,
she knew that men, given the chance, would never hesitate to utter a compliment to such a lovely girl.
She admired herself with a hint of happiness, shrugged at herself in the mirror, and thought to herself, "Oh well, it
's my destiny. Since I'm a maid, I'll just have to do it well. Master has always treated me well, so I shouldn't complain
."
The door creaked open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked into the room, smiling, "Cuixiang, Ping'er, you
're back? Come, come, I just made some snacks and saved some for you. Does anyone want some?"
Ping'er turned around, her face immediately beaming, and said, "Sister Chun, you've been secretly hiding snacks again? Be careful you don't
get scolded by Madam!" Cuixiang smiled and said, "Madam loves Sister Chun so much, she won't scold her." The girl took out a
small package from her bosom and smiled, "You've been out with Master and the others all day, shouldn't you reward yourselves with something? If Madam finds out
, she'll only praise me, not scold me." As she spoke, she opened the package and distributed a few pieces of pastry to the two girls.
This girl was also a maid in the Song family, named Xiaochun. She was older than the other maids and
favored by Madam Song, so the servants and maids all called her Sister Chun. Sister Chun was beautiful and kind, and very popular with the servants and maids.
For Ping'er, she was her best friend in the Song family; they chatted and laughed together without any awkwardness.
The three maids shared pastries and chatted casually. Sister Chun said, "Ping'er, what were you doing looking in the mirror just now?
Why were you swaying back and forth like that?" Ping'er blushed and lowered her head, laughing, "Nothing." Cuixiang laughed
, "Sister Chun, you don't know, we went boating on the lake today, and Master invited a young gentleman
. He's so handsome! Ping'er's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she was so eager to please him.
She was probably looking in the mirror just now to dress up so that next time she sees him, then..." She pursed her lips and remained silent, but couldn't help
smiling. Sister Chun gave an "oh" and smiled meaningfully.
Ping'er hurriedly denied it, exclaiming, "Cuixiang, you...you don't talk nonsense! How could I have said that? Besides, wasn't it
you who poured the wine for Young Master Wen first?" Cuixiang said, "Oh, it was Master who asked me to pour it. Unlike anyone else, one minute you're saying,
'Young Master Wen, you've finished your tea, shall I heat up another pot for you?' and the next you're saying, 'Young Master Wen,
shall I trim your nails for you?' Oh dear, I've known you for three years, and I've never seen you trim the nails for Master or Madam
!" As she spoke, she giggled.
Ping'er blushed crimson to her ears, stammering, "I...I...I just thought that if his nails were shorter,
it would be easier for him to play the zither. Hey, you heard it too, didn't you? How well Young Master Wen plays the zither!" Cui Xiang laughed, "Yes, yes!
He plays the zither beautifully, and he's so refined and elegant, a true young talent. I bet you fell for him at first sight."
Ping'er was about to speak again when Chun Jie nodded and smiled, "Is that so? Good, Ping'er, you've grown up quite a bit
, you're thinking about men now!" Ping'er blushed even more, stammering, "Chun Jie, if you say that, aren't you just
bullying me?" Chun Jie laughed, "That's not how it works. You're not a child anymore, what's wrong with thinking about men
? Anyway, we servants just think about it and forget about it, what else can we do?"
Hearing this, Ping'er fell silent. She was already sixteen years old, and recently her body had developed,
and she felt a strange sensation all over her body. Seeing young men occasionally stirred up wild thoughts and a sense of
unease within her body; sometimes her groin would feel damp and hot, harboring a strange, restless stirring.
She began to yearn for men, fantasizing about one day becoming intimate with her dream lover.
But she was just a lowly maid. What could she do? Song Shangqian had no children, and the servants in his household
were either old men or rough laborers. She had almost no opportunity to meet young men she liked. No wonder
she couldn't forget the young master Wen she had met during the day—she remembered his name was Wen Yuan—it was perfectly understandable.
The room fell silent for a moment, then someone called from outside the door, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun, are you there? Madam
is looking for you."
Sister Chun stuck out her tongue and laughed, "You all eat slowly, I'm going to see Madam." Cui Xiang laughed, "Oh, you're going to
get scolded, aren't you?" Sister Chun pretended to throw a punch and laughed, "You're so glib! If I get scolded, you'll all be in trouble too." Saying this, she
straightened her clothes and quickly left the room.
Ping'er took a bite of the cake, chewing softly, thinking, "Men... I... I probably...
have no chance, right? I... I'm just a little maid..."
That evening, Cuixiang and Ping'er, exhausted from the day, went to bed to rest. By candlelight, Chun-jie's
bed was empty. Ping'er found this strange and asked, "Cuixiang, did you see Chun-jie last night?"
Cuixiang yawned and said, "No, Master was probably quite drunk, and Madam asked her to take care of him."
Ping'er gave an "oh," and watching the flickering candlelight, she felt uneasy. She said, "Cuixiang, I'll go find
Chun-jie. If Chun-jie isn't here, I... I can't sleep well." Cuixiang gave a casual reply, seemingly exhausted and already
drifting off to sleep.
Ping'er took the candlestick, stepped out of the room, and walked towards the side room of Song Shangqian and his wife. Reaching the door, she softly called,
"Master, Madam!" She called several times, but there was no response; it seemed the couple had already retired for the night. She called out again, "
Sister Chun, are you there?" There was no response. Ping'er scratched her cheek, thinking, "If she's not here, where did Sister Chun go
?"
She went around to the main hall, but it was dark and deserted. Holding the candlelight, Ping'er slowly walked to the courtyard and softly
called, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun!" The moonlight was like still water, and all was quiet; there was no sign of Sister Chun.
Ping'er grew anxious. She hurried along the path, going around to the east wing, but still didn't see Sister Chun.
She went to the west wing, but saw no one on the corridor either. She grew increasingly uneasy and was about to
search elsewhere when she suddenly heard a woman's voice say, "Please, don't..."
The voice was very faint, coming from behind the window of the wing, but Ping'er recognized it as Sister Chun's voice.
Overjoyed, she quickly turned around and called out, "Sister Chun..." Suddenly, Sister Chun let out a high-pitched moan, drowning out
her cries. The moan was trembling and disoriented, a lascivious tone.
Ping'er froze for a moment, then was greatly shocked, feeling her heart pounding so hard it almost burst out of her chest.
She composed herself and pressed her ear to the crack in the window, hearing more and more lewd sounds:
"Spread your legs a little wider...that's it..."
"No...no! Master Zhang...waaa...I...can't..."
"Little brother, look, this girl is really wet...hey, want to touch her?"
"Ah, ah...Second Master Zhang, no...waaaaah!"
"Oh, hehe, really good, quite tight...good little Chun, let Second Master pamper you..."
"Ugh...ugh! Hmm, hmm!"
For some reason, Chun's voice suddenly became muffled, but the tone remained intense, as if struggling. Ping'er's
mind went blank, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.
The little maid (two)
continued to moan in distress. Then, a sound like slurping water
leaked in little by little from behind the window.
"Hiss... chuckle... hiss... sob... ooh, um!"
Ping'er had never heard such sounds before, nor could she imagine what was happening, but Chun Jie's sobbing
made her heart pound with fear and anxiety. She swallowed hard, cautiously reaching out to
gently pull open a crack in the window, closing one eye to peek through.
Through the crack, she saw Zhang Zhide sitting on the edge of a large bed, his pants down, his clothes open. Chun Jie was dressed in rags
, her lower body naked, her hands bound behind her back with a hemp rope, kneeling before him, sucking on his swollen
, red penis, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes glistening with tears,
her usual beautiful and elegant demeanor replaced by a lust born of humiliation.
Zhang Zhifang squatted behind her buttocks, his lower body already naked. He kept spreading her legs apart with his hands
, looking at the gush of fluid between her thighs, and clicked his tongue in admiration: "What a beautiful tender pussy, and it's still so wet...
Brother, I won't be polite with you, I'll have to taste it first."
Zhang Zhide patted Chun Jie's head and said, "Go ahead if you want, but let's make it clear first,
when it's the other girl's turn tomorrow, I'll be the first to go." Zhang Zhifang laughed, "No problem." Saying that, he stood up, weighed his
penis between his legs, patted Chun Jie's plump and high buttocks, and laughed, "Little Chun, your second master is here
to pamper you, enjoy yourself, you'll have a good time!"
Chun Jie was both ashamed and anxious, her mature and graceful body twisting desperately, trying to break free from her current misfortune. But her
hands were tied behind her back, and the other party was two big men, so she had no room to resist. Zhang Zhifang let out a shout, hugged
Chun Jie's slender waist, and thrust in inch by inch, inserting his penis all the way to the root. He looked very comfortable and sighed, "Good
stuff, really good stuff! Tight and warm, it's so good, hehe, so good!" He was enjoying himself immensely,
but Chun Jie's body was trembling violently, tears streaming down her face from shame. Zhang Zhide hastily pulled his penis out of her mouth, saying, "This girl
almost bit me!"
Chun Jie struggled frantically, like a fish out of water, her snow-white naked body throbbing, sobbing and crying,
"Get out...get out! Ah, ah ah...uh...gurgle...uh uh..." Suddenly,
Zhang Zhide grabbed her chin, choking her moans. With one hand holding her chin, Zhang Zhide used the other to stroke his penis, which had just enjoyed
Chun Jie's mouth, several times. His body trembled, and a thick stream of white semen shot into Chun Jie's mouth. Her
pink tongue, protruding from her lips, was also forced to accept this filthy cleansing.
Zhang Zhide immediately covered Chun Jie's mouth, saying, "This is a gift from the master, swallow it!" Chun Jie was
choking back sobs when suddenly the semen rushed to her throat, the fishy smell making her want to vomit. But her mouth was covered, she couldn't open it,
and couldn't spit it out, so she could only swallow it along with her saliva. As soon as she swallowed the disgusting stuff, Chun Jie's tears streamed
down her face again. Zhang Zhifang didn't notice at all, only thrusting forcefully into her honey hole, constantly
forcing out the love fluid inside her.
"Hoo... ah, ah ha... ha..." Chun Jie groaned listlessly, her body swaying weakly, slowly
losing the will to resist, her groans gradually merging into a few soft moans. Zhang Zhifang continued to thrust his waist, laughing:
"Brother, look, this little girl is about to get horny." Zhang Zhide lifted Chun Jie's upper body, ripped off her clothes, and wantonly
played with her plump breasts, kneading them again and again, laughing: "These breasts are so big, look, this girl
is a slut too, she should have gotten horny long ago..."
Chun Jie shook her head weakly, already sobbing uncontrollably. Although she tried to suppress her groans, under
the rape of the Zhang brothers, the lewd feelings continued to expand, gradually permeating her body, making it difficult for her to suppress.
Zhang Zhifang's thrusts became increasingly rapid. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he cried out, "It's coming, it's coming!"
He violently jerked Chun Jie's waist, making incoherent noises, and ejaculated. Chun Jie gasped for breath,
her face flushed, and sweat poured down her face. As Zhang Zhifang withdrew his shrunken penis, Chun Jie cried out again
, her two labia, covered in sticky fluid, twitching slightly, slowly leaking a few drops of moisture.
Zhang Zhide pulled her onto the bed, positioning her on her back, and then pressed himself on top of her, laughing, "My turn!"
His penis hardened, and he eagerly thrust in. Chun Jie cried out in anguish, "No... Uncle Zhang, please
... please spare me... Ah, oh! Oh... oh..." Zhang Zhide ignored her, holding her legs
and burying his head in his work, sighing comfortably, "What a slut, so tight... Oh, oh oh...
"
Zhang Zhifang, watching from the side, swallowed hard, regretting that he had ejaculated too quickly and hadn't fully enjoyed the pleasures of Chun Jie's body.
He was stroking his penis with his hand, preparing to get hard again later, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flickering light. He turned
around and saw a crack in the window, with what appeared to be flickering firelight outside. Zhang Zhifang called out, "Who is it?"
He pulled up his pants to cover his lower body and hurried over to check. As soon as he opened the window and peered out, he saw a small figure
with a candlelight behind them, fleeing into the bushes in the yard. Zhang Zhide continued his work, asking, "What's wrong?" Zhang
Zhifang laughed, "A little maid came to peek." Zhang Zhide said "Oh," and laughed, "Can you tell who it is?
Tell Brother Song tomorrow, and we'll catch her and do some business with her."
As soon as Ping'er was discovered by Zhang Zhifang, she panicked and immediately fled. She ran all the way to the backyard, entered a
pavilion, and, due to extreme tension, was breathless and panting heavily. Her hands trembled as she placed the candlestick
on the stone table in the pavilion, then sat down on a bench beside it, her mind still a mess.
She composed herself slightly, thinking of the scene of Chun Jie being raped by the Zhang brothers; shame, fear, and confusion all
surged into her heart. Shameful that she couldn't help Chun Jie at all, and had simply fled; fearful that
Zhang Zhide and Zhang Zhifang might recognize her and attack her; and confused, for some reason
, watching Chun Jie's beautiful body being ravaged, her full breasts deformed by fingers, her crotch
dripping with lustful fluid from a man's penis, made her body slowly heat up, as if
something was stirring between her legs. Ping'er's face flushed, thinking, "It feels cool, is it wet? Is
...is it from running too fast, sweating..."
The more she thought about it, the more she felt a wetness in her lower body, but it didn't feel like sweat. Unable to contain her
curiosity, she looked around, only to find nightfall and no one around. She took a deep breath, loosened her belt, and
slowly took off her skirt, letting it fall gently to her feet. Ping'er lifted her clothes and looked down. Beneath her
sparse pubic hair, her two pink labia were slightly parted, glistening with moisture.
She gasped, a wave of shyness washing over her. "It's not sweat," she thought, "what is this? Normally
… even when it's wet, it's not this much…"
Ping'er, still a young and innocent virgin, was witnessing such passionate intimacy for the first time.
And the one being violated was her best friend; the shock was immense. The various lewd
postures and sounds were deeply imprinted in her mind. These images swirled in her mind,
instantly making her dazed. She slowly placed her right hand on her wet petals and gently wiped them.
Unaware that her body was already fully aroused, this touch stimulated her labia, her delicate body…
A tingling sensation ran through her body, like a jolt of lightning. Ping'er couldn't help but cry out, "Ah, ah-ha!"
This pleasure was unprecedented, and Ping'er immediately became immersed in it, rubbing her private parts even more excitedly. She
didn't know that this was masturbation, nor did she know that there was now a watchful gaze beside her. She was still focused on discovering
the pleasure in her private parts, desperately stroking her genitals.
However, Ping'er was, after all, a young girl who knew nothing of love and sex. Although her body was gradually becoming aroused, she didn't know
how to maximize her pleasure. She clumsily stroked her labia for a while, and the intense feeling she had initially experienced gradually
subsided. Ping'er was still not satisfied and immediately became anxious. Her fingers played with her moist labia,
thinking, "What should I do? Is it...is it here? Or should I go in a little further? But...but
...it's a little scary..."
She was trying hard, slowly probing her fingers into her vagina, when suddenly a dark shadow came and blocked the
candlelight on the table. Ping'er looked up without thinking and saw Song Shangqian standing in front of her with a slight smile on his face.
Startled, she snapped back to reality, instantly overwhelmed with shame. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, pulled down her hem to cover herself, and stammered
, "Master...Master!" Song Shangqian smiled and said, "What are you doing here?" Ping'er blushed and
said, "N-nothing..."
As she awoke from her physical pleasure, she suddenly remembered Chun-jie and hurriedly cried out, "That's right, Master,
Chun-jie...Chun-jie, she..." Song Shangqian asked, "What happened to Chun-jie?" Ping'er said, "Chun-jie was...Zhang
Da-ye, Zhang Er-ye, and they...they bullied her..." "Master... please go save her!"
Song Shangqian was taken aback, then laughed, "Oh, that's because I asked Xiaochun to keep them company. The two Master Zhangs are
guests here, of course we must entertain them." Ping'er, upon hearing this, could hardly believe her ears, and said, "Master
, you...you..." Song Shangqian stroked his long beard and laughed, "Last time Master Li and Young Master Wang visited, it was
Xiaochun who served them overnight, didn't you know?" He then glanced at Ping'er's naked lower body, a smirk
playing on his lips.
Ping'er was already shocked by her master's words, and seeing his strange gaze fixed on her
private parts beneath her clothes, her thighs completely exposed before him, she suddenly tensed up. She hurriedly bent down
to pick up her skirt and put it back on. But as soon as she bent down, Song Shangqian suddenly rushed over, stepped on Ping'er's
skirt, and kicked it aside. Ping'er was startled and looked up, crying out, "Master..."
Song Shangqian lunged forward, pressing Ping'er against the back of the chair, wrapping one arm around her slender waist, and forcefully kissing her.
This action terrified Ping'er, her face turning pale. She struggled desperately, pushing Song Shangqian's body away, and hurriedly cried out, "Master
, no!"
But how could a frail young girl resist the strength of a grown man? Besides, Song Shangqian was her master, and although she
was in danger, she dared not resist with all her might. After only a moment of struggle, Song Shangqian had already embraced her entire body,
kissing her face repeatedly, and then kissing her cherry-like lips all over, his tongue darting in and entwining with her
little tongue, making smacking sounds, and saliva splashing everywhere. Ping'er was both anxious and angry, almost bursting into tears. She cried
out, "Master, don't do this! Let...let me go!"
Song Shangqian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Ping'er, be good, Master will deflower you. Come on, take off your clothes first
." As he spoke, he grabbed Ping'er's collar and reached out to tear it.
"Master...no! Ah, ah, help!" Ping'er struggled desperately, trying to push Song Shangqian away,
crying out in panic. She knew she was about to face the same fate as Chun Jie, and the intense fear forced her
to shout for help. But it was late at night, and almost all the servants of the Song family, except for herself and Chun Jie, were asleep. The one who intended to defile
her body was none other than the master of the Song family. Who would come to her rescue? Even if someone did come, wouldn't they have to listen to Song
Shangqian?
Song Shangqian was pushed a few times by her and heard her shouting loudly. He became a little annoyed and slapped her hard.
Ping'er's face was slapped across the cheek, and she immediately felt dizzy and her shoulders trembled as she sobbed. Song Shangqian
scolded, "You little brat, what are you crying for?" He ripped open Ping'er's clothes
, revealing her fair and tender skin, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.
Song Shangqian removed Ping'er's outer garments, leaving her only in a small apricot-yellow undergarment and her
shoes and socks. He took Ping'er's belt and tightly bound her right wrist to the back of the chair, then untied his own
belt and bound her left hand as well. He then pulled down his trousers, revealing his not-yet-fully-erect penis.
Seeing that Ping'er could no longer resist, Song Shangqian stroked his beard with satisfaction and carefully examined her body. Ping'er
sat on a chair, her hands bound, tears welling in her eyes. Her left cheek was slightly red from being slapped, and her face was filled with shame
and fear. Her slender shoulders trembled incessantly. Her petite body was quite adorable, and her breasts, beneath her bodice, were surprisingly
full and firm, stretching the fabric to make it appear rather narrow. Looking down from above, beads of
sweat, fragrant and moist, flowed slowly between her two snow-white mounds, making her breasts appear even more delicate.
Between her thighs, her virginity was exposed, sparsely pubic hair, and her own love juices had already been produced, flowing freely between her thighs.
Seeing her curvaceous and alluring body, Song Shangqian's lust flared, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Good, good, it wasn't for nothing
that I bought you and fed you for three years; you've actually grown so charming!" Although these words were meant as a compliment,
to Ping'er they only felt more humiliating. She became increasingly frightened and sobbed, "Master... please...
please don't do this... let Ping'er go! Ping'er... Ping'er has never... done anything wrong, please
... please don't do this to me... sob... sob..." As she spoke, her eyes were already brimming with tears.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Song Shangqian laughed and touched her left cheek, saying,
"My dear Ping'er, of course I know you're a good girl, and you serve me with all your heart. That's why I
want to reward you properly and let you experience a soul-stirring sensation." As he spoke, his hand slid down, and upon touching her
breasts, she immediately let out an "oh," and laughed, "Good, what a pair of breasts, let me knead them..." As he
spoke, Song Shangqian also tore off her bodice, and his hands began to ravage Ping'er's breasts.
"Ah, ah ah..." As soon as Ping'er's breasts fell into Song Shangqian's hands, they were immediately subjected to all sorts of playing...
Their breasts were pushed apart, then squeezed together again. Her nipples were flicked, pinched, and pressed by fingers, stimulating Ping'er
to the point of clenching her teeth, yet she couldn't help but moan. Sweat poured down her face, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Under Song Shangqian's manipulation
, her full breasts seemed to radiate a rising heat, steaming with sweat, their pinkish hue alluring.
Seeing Ping'er's sweaty, rosy skin, her naked body, Song Shangqian felt increasingly
aroused, his penis fully erect, desperately needing release. He released Ping'er's breasts, patted her mons pubis, and
rubbed her soft, sparse pubic hair with his fingers, laughing, "Good Ping'er, let me give you a good taste." He
leaned forward, his penis pressing against her labia, wiping it with her wet, sticky love juice, before thrusting forward. Ping'er
cried out in alarm, "No, go away! Ahh... Master, please! No... I don't want to!"
This was the last thing Ping'er wanted, but she was powerless to stop it. Tears streamed down her face as she
cried and begged with all her might, trying to twist her waist to the side to prevent Song Shangqian from entering. But Song Shangqian held
her legs around his waist, his penis gradually penetrating her. Ping'er had no way to avoid it; her twisting waist only
intensified Song Shangqian's pleasure. He laughed, "Ping'er, you twist so well. Haha, twist again... twist again, it
feels so good... phew... haha..."
She couldn't avoid it, and she was helpless to resist the invasion of his penis. In this position, Ping'er
didn't even lift her legs; she simply squeezed Song Shangqian's waist even tighter, allowing him to penetrate her tender orifice more forcefully
. Ping'er had no choice but to cry helplessly, her cries of pain accompanied by
the deep penetration of her master's penis into her body, as he indulged in the pleasure of lust.
"Mmm, mmm, hum, mmm!" Ping'er endured the pain of being deflowered, gritting her teeth and moaning, tears
dripping onto her chest. The intense pain and fullness in her lower body caused her to sway back and forth between fainting and conscious several
times. The hot penis occupied her pure body, her love juice flowing onto the chair and dripping to the ground. Song Shangqian
breathed a sigh of relief and lewdly said, "What a good girl, truly wonderful!"
Ping'er sobbed, "Master... Master..." Song Shangqian laughed, "Don't cry, don't cry, you
'll taste the sweetness soon. Haha, little beauty, let me hear you moan a few times, mmm, mmm?" As he spoke, he disregarded
the pain Ping'er had just endured and began to thrust in and out.
"Gurgle...uh, uh..." Ping'er groaned pitifully as he thrust into her, her body
swaying back and forth, her full breasts jiggling, her back pressing against the chair back, causing a tingling numbness.
Seeing her breasts swaying, Song Shangqian's lust intensified. He lowered his head and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard . His beard
brushed against her skin, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Ping'er closed her eyes, tears welling in her eyes, offering no further resistance, letting Song Shangqian rape and ravage her, her heart
filled with sorrow and shame. Song Shangqian, however, was incredibly excited. He thrust wildly into the tender flesh, savoring Ping'er
's youthful body, licking her skin haphazardly. He then released one of her legs, freeing one hand to
roughly pinch her buttocks, saying, "Clamp your legs tighter, twist your waist!"
Ping'er, having been humiliated and defiled, was heartbroken and had lost the will to resist. Her mind gradually became hazy,
and she became obedient as usual, lifting her legs forcefully to tightly grip Song Shangqian's waist, gently swaying her hips so that her flesh
walls could better rub against his penis, giving her master satisfactory service. She found it unbelievable that she had so easily submitted, and felt
utterly ashamed. She wept uncontrollably, thinking, "I...I'm just
a maid...I have no choice, how can I disobey? But I don't want to, I don't want to!"
Song Shangqian sighed excitedly, his penis thrusting smoothly into Ping'er's body, shouting, "That's it, that's it!"
He thrust forcefully, the tip reaching the very core of Ping'er's vulva. Ping'er immediately cried out in a trembling voice, "Oh...ahhh..."
"Bookmark One"
This soft, delicate moan made Song Shangqian's muscles go weak, his lust intensified, and he thrust even harder,
pulling Ping'er's tender lips until they almost turned inside out, her juices flowing freely. His hands groped and grabbed wildly, wantonly violating Ping'er's delicate body.
Under the movement of his penis, the pain of deflowering gradually lessened, and the ensuing physical pleasure slowly spread to
every inch of Ping'er's skin. Ping'er's first time having sex, and she encountered such unbridled defilement,
was utterly disoriented and could no longer hold back. She slowly began to tilt her head back and moan softly.
"Ugh...ha...ha...ahhh..." Guided by her body's instincts, although Ping'er couldn't stop
her sorrowful tears, she couldn't resist the desire growing within her. Her moans were mixed with more and more
lust, and slowly the pain lessened. Her delicate body gradually succumbed to the pressure of their master-servant relationship,
obediently responding to Song Shangqian's lewd acts. Her hips swayed more and more rapidly, and her legs clamped tighter.
Ping'er cried out moans that filled her with shame, her slender waist arching as Song Shangqian raped her.
The pain in her heart and the pleasure in her body tormented her simultaneously. Tears and vaginal fluids flowed freely, helplessly wetting her face
and private parts. She shook her head violently and cried out, "Master, hurry up and finish! I...I'm going to die!
I...ahh, hah, I...ahh!"
At Ping'er's cries, Song Shangqian gained immense satisfaction. With a contraction of Ping'er's tender flesh,
he injected a stream of turbid semen into her body.
"Ugh, ugh—! Ahh, ha...ha...ah, ah..." Ping'er groaned briefly,
desperate gasps escaping from deep within her throat. Her head drooped slightly to the side, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her lips, dripping onto her breast
. Song Shangqian, panting heavily, withdrew his penis, which was stained with Ping'er's love fluid, mixed with a few traces of blood.
Ping'er's virginity had been taken from her just like that.
Song Shangqian smiled with pleasure, stroking Ping'er's head, saying, "Ping'er, Ping'er, you're such a little
vixen, I love you to death!" As he spoke, he stepped onto the bench, grabbed one of her breasts, and used that soft, tofu-like
flesh to rub his penis, leaving his love fluid and semen on her breast. Ping'er lowered her head silently, sobbing quietly,
her legs slowly closing, tightly clamping her private parts together.
Song Shangqian finished dressing and then untied the bindings on her hands. Because Ping'er had fiercely resisted during the rape
, dark red marks were left on both wrists from the restraints. After regaining her freedom, Ping'er secretly glanced at Song Shangqian...
Her eyes were glistening with tears. She slowly covered her breasts with her hands, bent over, almost burying her head between her knees, and
sat huddled in the chair, sobbing and speechless.
Song Shangqian coughed and said, "Ping'er." Ping'er remained silent, only weeping. Song Shangqian emphasized his tone
, calling out, "Ping'er!" Tears streamed down Ping'er's cheeks as she softly replied, "Yes, Master... what are your...
orders?" Song Shangqian stroked his beard and smiled, "Starting tomorrow, you won't need to do kitchen work.
You'll serve in my study."
Ping'er's body trembled, and she said in a trembling voice, "Master, I... I..." Song Shangqian walked to her side, pulled
her to her feet, pinched her chin, and laughed, "Ping'er, are you disobedient?" Ping'er closed her eyes, tears
streaming down her face, and softly replied, "Yes... Ping'er is obedient, Ping'er understands..."
Song Shangqian smiled, lifted Ping'er's face, and kissed her greedily, even forcing her tongue
in, smacking it once, and spitting a lot of saliva into her lips. Ping'er obediently accepted, trembling as she swallowed her master
's saliva, feeling a wave of nausea, so ashamed she wanted to bang her head against a nearby pillar. She knew
that by complying with Song Shangqian's wishes, she would be at his mercy from tomorrow onwards, confined to his study, at his beck and call
. However, though heartbroken, Ping'er dared not resist.
Holding the extinguished candlestick, Ping'er returned to her room, dejected. She found Chun Jie already back, changing
into her nightgown. Chun Jie, seeing Ping'er enter, acted as if nothing had happened, smiling, "Ping'er, where have you been
? It's so late..." But upon seeing Ping'er's lifeless eyes, she was immediately startled. Forgetting she wasn't wearing
an outer garment, she rushed forward, asking, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Ping'er gave a bitter smile, and the tears she had just stopped flowing uncontrollably again. She threw herself into
Chun Jie's arms, crying out, "Chun Jie, how...how could you do this? They treated you like this! You...you
...I..." Chun Jie's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and whispered, "You saw it?" Ping'er leaned on her shoulder
, sobbing, "I...I saw it...I...I was also...raped..."
Upon hearing this, Chun Jie felt a chill run down her spine. She gently pushed Ping'er away a little and looked closely. She then noticed that Ping'er's
clothes were torn and disheveled. She was both shocked and furious, shouting, "Who? Who...who
...bullied you? Tell Chun Jie, and Chun Jie will get you justice." She had just returned from the Zhang brothers' place and knew
it couldn't have been them. She only thought it was some servant who had abducted Ping'er and raped her. Ping'er wiped away her tears and whispered
, "It's Master!"
Chunjie was startled and fell silent. She gently hugged Ping'er and sighed, "Ping'er..." Ping'er hugged Chunjie and
cried out, "Chunjie, Master... how could he do this? He's the master, and I'm just a maid, but...
but... he can't do this! I... sob... sob..." She was filled with grievances, with nowhere to vent them.
For a moment, she forgot that Chunjie had also just been humiliated, and poured out her heart to her, already sobbing uncontrollably.
Chunjie hugged Ping'er, patted her shoulder, tears welling in her eyes, sighed, and whispered,
"Ping'er, Ping'er! We're just little maids. Master bought us, and what he does to us
is fate... Ping'er, there's nothing we can do..."
The two girls hugged each other and cried. As Ping'er cried, she thought of the young master Wen she had met during the day
, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. She whispered, "Why wasn't I with him?" Chun Jie asked, "What?" Ping'er
whispered, "If... if I were that young master Wen's maid... he was a very good person, he definitely wouldn't have done
this..."
Chun Jie smiled bitterly and said softly, "Ping'er, you still don't understand. A maid is a maid,
it doesn't matter who she follows, she has no say in anything!" Ping'er lowered her head silently and cried again
. But no matter how much she cried, the sorrow in her heart did not lessen at all. Perhaps it was because of the scene from earlier
, as Ping'er cried, her lower body responded to each other, a slight spasm, and love fluid quietly flowed out. The day after being raped,
Ping'er
began to serve Song Shangqian in his study. She trembled as she greeted Song
Shangqian, who smiled broadly, showing no remorse whatsoever. Despite her inner sorrow, Ping'er dared not
show it and continued to serve him diligently. When Song Shangqian wanted to write, she would grind the ink; when he was thirsty, she would pour him tea.
As a lowly maid, Ping'er was helpless and could only weep in secret.
Finally, evening arrived. Song Shangqian wrote a piece of calligraphy, and seeing that it was late, he said, "It's time to rest.
Ping'er, tidy up these things." Ping'er softly replied, "Yes, Master." She breathed a sigh of relief and
hurriedly tidied up the writing implements on the table, wanting to return to her room early and sleep soundly. For her,
perhaps the only way to escape the nightmare of adultery was to stop thinking about it and let it fade away.
Ping'er tidied up the study and said softly to Song Shangqian, "Master, are you going to sleep?" Song Shangqian patted
Ping'er's head and smiled, "No rush, no rush. Ping'er, take off your clothes."
Ping'er had been worried all day and was just relieved that she hadn't been insulted again. Hearing this order, she felt as if she were in an ice
cellar, trembling with fear, and pleaded with a sob, "Master, please... Ping'er begs you, please don't do this anymore...
"
Song Shangqian's face darkened, and he said, "You're disobeying me?" Ping'er shivered at his glare,
lowered her head timidly, and sobbed softly, "Master... Ping'er has always served you obediently, but...
this kind of thing... this kind of thing, Ping'er doesn't want to..." Song Shangqian snorted, took a few breaths, and then his face
softened. He smiled and said, "Little girl, you're really shameless!" He didn't force her and walked out of the study with his hands behind his back.
Ping'er stood blankly in the room, her legs suddenly going weak. She slowly sat down on the ground, thinking, "Master has let me
go?"
But only a moment later, Song Shangqian returned with three burly men and ordered the two men, "Grab her
, strip her naked, don't leave her with a single piece of clothing. This girl doesn't know what's good for her, you can have her!" These three
were all long-term laborers in the Song household, young and strong, brimming with energy, but they were all rough men, used to doing rough work, speaking coarsely
, and acting even more crudely. Upon hearing Song Shangqian's words, they immediately pounced on Ping'er like wolves and tigers.
Ping'er screamed in terror and immediately tried to run away. But three men surrounded her and quickly subdued her
, some grabbing her hands, others her feet. Suddenly, one hand yanked down her skirt,
revealing her fair and pink buttocks.
The man froze for a moment, then exclaimed, "Damn, such a white ass!" Ping'er was both ashamed and frightened,
struggling desperately to grab her skirt while crying, "No...no!" Another man spread her legs, staring at her private
area for a while, then laughed to his companion, "Look, look, I told you this girl hasn't been with any
men, wasn't I right? Such a pretty little pussy, even that slut Cui Xiang can't compare." Ping'er didn't notice him
mentioning Cui Xiang, only pleading, "Don't look, don't look! Ah...boohoo...I hate it, go
away!"
The three farmhands were all muscular, with thick shoulders and waists; Ping'er couldn't resist any one of them, let alone all three.
In no time, Ping'er was completely naked, her clothes, shoes, and socks all stripped off. The three men
laughed and shouted excitedly, their six hands roaming freely over her body. One of them pulled down his pants, took out his penis, and shouted,
"I'll taste this chick first!" He aimed at Ping'er's still wet vulva and thrust it in forcefully.
The huge penis pressed tightly against the tender flesh between her thighs, and Ping'er panicked, struggling desperately, tears welling up in her eyes,
crying, "No...no...help! Ah, ahh..." As Ping'er twisted her waist to dodge, the penis
could only hover at the entrance, poking around aimlessly, unable to find its mark and failing to penetrate. A man nearby stopped the lecherous man
, shouting, "Hey, who said you could go first? I've wanted to do this girl for a long time, give her to me first!" The man cursed
, "Go to hell, you were the first to do Cui Xiang last time, do you want to do it again this time?" Another man said, "What's the point of arguing?
Anyway, everyone gets a share. One person does her pussy, and the others do her anus and mouth, isn't that enough?"
Ping'er became more and more frightened as she listened. If this continued, she didn't know how these three big men would ravage her .
In her panic, she caught sight of Song Shangqian smiling and watching, and quickly cried out, "Master! Ping'er... Ping'er knows she was wrong!
Please forgive Ping'er, I... I will definitely obey... Ah, ya!" The last scream was because she felt
a sharp pain in her anus. Someone tried to insert their fingers into her anus, causing her to moan in pain.
Song Shangqian, seemingly relaxed, smiled and asked, "Really obedient?" Ping'er nodded vigorously, sobbing, "Really
..." She thought it better to obey Song Shangqian than be gang-raped by these three men; after all, he was a scholar, not as
barbaric as these three brutes. Since she couldn't escape her fate anyway, less suffering was better.
Song Shangqian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Alright. Hey, all of you, stop!"
Although the three farmhands were already driven by lust, they had no choice but to obey their master's order and reluctantly released Ping'er.
Ping'er collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, overwhelmed with shame and fear. She covered her face and sobbed, tears dripping from her fingers
onto the ground.
Song Shangqian stroked his beard and smiled, saying to the three men, "This month's wages will be an extra ten taels of silver each.
You may leave." Upon hearing this, the three men were overjoyed, bowing and scraping to Song Shangqian in gratitude before leaving.
Song Shangqian turned to Ping'er and smiled, "Ping'er, come and help your master undress."
Ping'er felt a pang of pain in her heart. She stood up unsteadily, suppressing her shame and tears, and helped Song Shangqian take off his shirt,
but she dared not take off his pants. Song Shangqian's face hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "Ping'er, are you disobeying again?"
Ping'er was shocked and hurriedly said, "No, Ping'er... how could I dare to disobey?" As she said this, Ping'er couldn't help but
shed tears again, thinking, "If you force me like this, how can I disobey?"
She shamefully took off her master's pants, and when she saw his erect penis, her lower body immediately twitched, as if
recalling the pain of being raped the night before. Song Shangqian smiled and said, "Alright, now lie on the ground and stick your buttocks
up. Your master wants to play a game of 'retrieving fire from a distance.'"
Ping'er obeyed and lay down on the ground, using her slender waist to lift her buttocks slightly. Song Shangqian said, "Pah, it
's not like that!" Ping'er was already extremely ashamed and frightened, and unfamiliar with these kinds of erotic games, she was immediately at a loss and turned
to look at Song Shangqian. Song Shangqian said, "You can lie face down on your upper body, but you have to bend your legs up as if you're kneeling,
so that your buttocks can be raised high. Have you ever seen a dog doing its business? Just like the position of a female dog, do you understand?"
Ping'er replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, Ping'er... understands..." She followed Song Shangqian's instructions and assumed the position,
sticking out her round buttocks. Suddenly, she felt a surge of sorrow. In addition to being humiliated, she had to learn the posture of a beast. Song Shangqian
was overjoyed. He touched her white buttocks and laughed, "So beautiful. Haha, Ping'er, if you really
disobey, it would be a waste to give yourself to those lowly, uncouth men to be defiled."
Ping'er remained silent, tears streaming down her face. She thought, "I've already been defiled... I
'm finished..."
Seeing her crying her eyes out, Song Shangqian showed no pity. He walked behind Ping'er, cupped her slender waist
and round buttocks, and thrust his penis into her tender private parts, pumping back and forth, indulging in his desires. He chuckled and panted, clearly enjoying himself
immensely. This was the second time Ping'er had been violated by a man. She cried out in pain, her fingers clawing at the floor, but she
couldn't hold onto anything. The force of Song Shangqian's penis pounding against her lower body tormented her, causing her to weep and snot, and several times she thought
she was going to faint.
"Ah, ah, sir... please let me go..." Ping'er begged in agony, but Song Shangqian became more and more excited,
thrusting with extra vigor, panting and laughing, "Good, moan a few more times. Ah, haha, squeeze tighter
... oh..." He rapidly thrust his hips, forcefully penetrating Ping'er's tender passage, the soft, downy
pubic hair beside her occasionally brushing against his penis, further intensifying his pleasure. Ping'er was in unbearable pain, but her body was slowly
overwhelmed by the pleasure of intercourse, gradually forgetting the pain of losing her virginity the previous night, her glistening love juices overflowing.
Ping'er felt her body burning, both tingling and itchy, which filled her with intense guilt and shame, yet she was powerless to resist
. Her lower body was being wantonly played with by Song Shangqian, while her upper body received no caresses, leaving her feeling utterly empty. Ping'er
moaned softly, her hands unconsciously crossing over her chest, her arms pressing against her delicate breasts.
She breathed heavily, lost in thought, when suddenly a thought surfaced in her mind: "I can't take it anymore... I can't resist Master... Ah... Don't
resist anymore... Forget it, I'm just a maid..."
Thinking this, she began to knead her breasts in a daze, hoping to bring greater physical comfort. Naturally
, Ping'er's moans grew increasingly wanton.
Song Shangqian, holding Ping'er's buttocks, continued his "indirect stimulation" for a while, until her pink buttocks were drenched in sweat and her
love juices leaked between her legs. Finally, hearing Ping'er's soft, delicate cries, he could no longer restrain himself and, with a shout,
ejaculated into Ping'er's vagina.
"Ah ah..."
Ping'er trembled and cried out, her body convulsing slightly. Suddenly, all her strength gave way, her head turned to the side, her hair
disheveled, and she gasped heavily.
Song Shangqian withdrew his dripping penis, stood there, and said breathlessly, "Ping'er, come here...
wipe me clean." Ping'er was exhausted from the ordeal and lay limp on the ground, barely able to breathe. But hearing
Song Shangqian's command, she still mustered all her strength to crawl over and kneel before him. She used her small hands to wipe
his penis; the sticky mixture of his semen and vaginal fluids formed thin, silvery threads between her fingers.
Song Shangqian smiled with satisfaction and said, "Alright, now help me get dressed." Upon hearing this, Ping'er hurriedly
fetched Song Shangqian's clothes, thinking that since he was going to put on clothes, today's humiliation was finally over.
Ping'er helped him dress and asked softly, "Master, may I...may I put on my clothes?"
Song Shangqian said, "Hmm, go ahead and put them on." Ping'er felt relieved and hurriedly went to get her own clothes, but then she heard Song
Shangqian cough and say, "Wait, don't put on your undergarments yet." Ping'er was startled and thought, "Then
...how can I...how can I..." Her face immediately turned red, and she said,
"Master, this is too embarrassing..." Song Shangqian snorted and said, "What?" Seeing that he seemed to be getting angry , Ping'er
quickly stopped talking, becoming as quiet as a cicada in winter, and put on her outer clothes and skirt.
She was petite, and with her clothes tied back, she suddenly felt a chill and emptiness in her chest. Looking down, she saw a lot
of skin exposed between her clothes, and she didn't know how to face anyone. Her face flushed with shame, and she said, "Master, then... can Ping'er leave
now?" Song Shangqian smiled and said, "Wait a moment, go and invite the two Zhang brothers over first."
Ping'er trembled, remembering the scene of the Zhang brothers humiliating Chun Jie last night. She really didn't want to see the two brothers
, and she said in a trembling voice, "Master... Master..." Song Shangqian said, "What's wrong? What are you standing there for
? Go quickly."
Ping'er's face was pale, and she said softly, "Yes... yes." She left the study, feeling dizzy and
a tightness in her chest. She really wanted to burst into tears. She walked towards the side room where the two brothers lived in a daze, and
said outside the door, "Master Zhang... Master Zhang, Master Zhang, Master invites you two to come over."
Zhang Zhide and Zhang Zhifang came out together. Zhang Zhide asked, "What is it?" He glanced at her chest,
a smile suddenly appearing on his lips. Ping'er knew he was looking at her chest and lowered her head in embarrassment, saying, "Ping'er doesn't know.
Master Zhang, Second Master Zhang, please... please come this way." As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately turned and walked away, seemingly to lead the way,
but actually wanting to escape.
The two brothers followed. Zhang Zhide glanced at Ping'er's slender back and suddenly thought, "This girl's
back is exactly like the one I saw last night. Looking at her distraught appearance, maybe... hehe..."
As he thought about it, Zhang Zhide couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, lick his upper lip, and unconsciously chuckled a few times.
Ping'er felt even more uneasy when she heard his strange laughter. She hurriedly quickened her pace and led Zhang Zhifang to Song Shangqian's
study, saying, "Master, the two Zhangs have arrived."
Song Shangqian cupped his hands and smiled, "Have you two not yet retired for the night? Are we disturbing you?" Zhang Zhide laughed, "Haha,
we've been a bit tired these past few days, so we haven't slept yet. Brother Song, what brings you here?" Song Shangqian smiled, "Please sit down first, I'll
explain slowly." The three of them sat down.
Ping'er stepped aside and whispered, "Master, Ping'er will go now." Song Shangqian smiled and said, "Wait,
wait, you stay here. You still need to serve the two Zhang brothers later." Ping'er wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but
since Song Shangqian said so, she had to suppress her fear and whisper, "Yes...yes."
Song Shangqian smiled and said to the Zhang brothers, "Yesterday, Xiaochun served you well, wasn't she?"
Zhang Zhide clicked his tongue a few times and laughed, "Excellent! Xiaochun...she's good, really good. With her serving us,
we brothers slept very well all night." "Fragrance." Zhang Zhifang laughed, "Brother Song, you are truly blessed to have such
a maid in your household... Haha, I am so envious, so envious."
The three of them were exchanging ambiguous words. Ping'er overheard them and felt both ashamed and angry. She thought, "Sister Chun is such a good person,
yet she was bullied by such a person!" Then, she felt a pang of pain: "What about me? Aren't I the same?
But... what can I do?" Thinking of how her body had been momentarily immersed in
pleasure when Song Shangqian raped her, she felt even more ashamed and wanted to disappear. Her shoulders trembled, and she almost burst into tears.
Song Shangqian was completely oblivious and laughed, "Xiao Chun is only one person. It's difficult for her to serve both of you
. Ping'er and Xiao Chun have always been very close. Last night, I even peeked outside your room. I was afraid Xiao Chun wouldn't be able to handle it." Ping'er
was shocked. She didn't expect Song Shangqian to have seen this too. When she saw the Zhang brothers' eyes on her, she immediately turned pale
with fright and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
Zhang Zhifang seemed to understand and laughed, "So that's how it is. No wonder I saw someone outside the window last night. Ping'er,
was that really you?" Ping'er's mind went blank, tears welling up in her eyes, completely at a loss, and she didn't answer.
Faced with what was about to happen, Ping'er had no power to resist. Song Shangqian had the Zhang brothers
take Ping'er back to her room and instructed her to "serve" them well. The two brothers thanked him and took the isolated
and helpless Ping'er back to her room.
Zhang Zhide pulled open Ping'er's clothes, his eyes widening immediately. He laughed, "Look at this child, so
innocent and lovely, yet she's completely naked underneath, how lewd..." Ping'er, ashamed, hurriedly
protested, "No...no, it's Master, Master he..."
Before she could finish, Zhang Zhide pushed her onto the bed, removed her shoes and socks, and held one of her small feet in front of his eyes,
kissing it passionately, praising, "What a pair of golden lotuses, soft and boneless, fragrant and tender...like a
young lady from a wealthy family, tsk tsk, so satisfying!" Ping'er cried out, "No...Second Master Zhang, don't do this! Ah, ah..."
"...Grandpa...don't touch me like that...oh...ah..." Zhang Zhide couldn't contain his lust and began to knead her
small nipples. Ping'er's tears and love juices, which she had managed to hold back, overflowed again.
The two brothers pounced on her one after another. Throughout the night, Ping'er was repeatedly raped, her body filled with
the man's semen. Her delicate vulva was ravaged, and she moaned and cried incessantly, almost breathless.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time, as Ping'er was being fucked to the point of near death by Zhang Zhide, through her tear-blurred vision, she suddenly
saw a naked body beside her, lying on the bed, a beautiful face looking at her. Ping'er blinked
, looked closely, and was stunned. She cried out in shock, "Sister Chun!"
Sister Chun gave a sorrowful smile, gently shook her head, and whispered, "Ping'er, you...you can't escape either
..." She had been brought here by Zhang Zhifang.
Ping'er felt a pang of sorrow, her sobs choked with emotion. A surge of intense shame and indignation washed over her,
almost driving her to suicide. Zhang Zhifang straddled Chun Jie, turning to laugh, "Brother, now we don't have to fight over her. Everyone
can have their fun." Zhang Zhide laughed, "Excellent, wonderful!" The brothers each abused the two vulnerable
women. In the room, the cries of Chun Jie and Ping'er echoed and mingled, a scene of utter depravity.
Several days passed in a daze, and Ping'er still couldn't calm her emotions. The pain of being ravaged by a penis kept
replaying in her mind, filling her with intense fear and shame. This feeling was especially strong when she saw Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers,
tears constantly welling up in her eyes, fearing that she might be abused again at any moment.
In the days that followed, Song Shangqian indulged in lust with Ping'er almost daily, while the Zhang brothers' indulgences were sporadic
. However, whenever they did, Nineteen would capture both Chun Jie and Ping'er for long nights of gang rape,
even forcing the two women to play with each other to arouse his lust. Several times, Ping'er fell asleep on Chun Jie's ample breasts
, only to be awakened in the morning by the brothers' penises.
Madam Song's gaze towards Ping'er became quite stern, fearing that Song Shangqian's favoritism towards the young and
beautiful Ping'er would threaten her own position. Ping'er, living in the Song household, constantly feared being humiliated by her master and guests, and suffered the disdain of the mistress.
Even among the servants, she was often harassed and ridiculed by several knowledgeable long-term workers and servants. Chun Jie suffered the same
fate, feeling wronged and bitter, with nowhere to confide in. She would often hide away and cry secretly, lamenting her unfortunate fate,
thinking, "A maid, a maid... is being a maid really this lowly?"
Ten days passed like this. One early morning, Ping'er went to Song Shangqian's study as usual,
but the room was empty. Ping'er went to the hall, but Song Shangqian was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw a maid wiping the tables and chairs with a cloth
. Ping'er asked, "Yulan, have you seen Master?" The maid Yulan looked up and replied,
"Master? Master went out early this morning with Master Zhang and Master Zhang Er."
Ping'er asked curiously, "They all went out? Where did they go?" Yulan said, "Don't you know? Today
is Ziyuan's birthday, and Master and the others went to Shuiyanlou. I heard that some prince's son also
came all the way from Luoyang. It seems that a high-ranking official from the capital is also coming to Qiantang today. The streets are probably
very lively!"
Shuiyanlou was a brothel by West Lake. Among the courtesans of Hangzhou, Ziyuan of Shuiyanlou was the most famous and
well-known. Ziyuan was beautiful and talented, knowledgeable in music theory, and especially skilled at playing the pipa.
However, she sold her art, not her body. Many high-ranking officials and nobles came to her, but none of them became her clients. Ping'er had lived in Hangzhou for a long time
and knew that whenever Ziyuan had a birthday, it was a time when all the dignitaries in Hangzhou would gather to offer their congratulations.
Hearing Song Shangqian and the others leave, she immediately realized she was spared humiliation that day, and felt a sense of relief. She softly
said, "That's good." Slowly walking out of the hall into the courtyard, she gazed at the clear blue sky and suddenly felt a pang of sadness
: "Miss Ziyuan is a courtesan, yet everyone respects her, and she has preserved her purity.
I... I'm just a maid here, at the mercy of the masters, isn't that... worse than a prostitute
..."
After a moment of self-pity, a thought flashed through Ping'er's mind: "The masters aren't here? Then
no one will be watching over me today, I..." Looking at the azure sky, the clouds as light as wisps of smoke,
an idea formed in her mind: "Staying in the mansion will only lead to being bullied, so... I should take this opportunity to escape and
never come back!"
The thought of escaping the Song mansion made Ping'er's heart pound, and a ray of light seemed to appear before her eyes, a
sudden burst of light in the darkness. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it made sense, so she quickly returned to her room to pack her clothes. But then she thought, "
If I take a bundle out, what if someone in the manor sees me? That would give away my intentions." So she abandoned all other miscellaneous
items and put all the silver she had saved into her purse, carrying it with her. She calculated that it wasn't much silver.
Ping'er took a few deep breaths, feeling extremely excited. She thought to herself, "Where should I go? Never mind, I'll leave first
... Am I just going to leave like this? Ah, I should go find Chun-jie..." She ran out of her room, but couldn't find
Chun-jie anywhere. She asked Yu-lan and learned that Madam Song had taken Chun-jie out for a trip. Ping'er felt a little disappointed, thinking,
"Such a good opportunity, but Chun-jie can't go with me... But Madam isn't here either, so the chance of escaping is even greater
. I should still go! If I'm safe in the future, I'll come back to get Chun-jie..."
Having made up her mind, Ping'er no longer hesitated. She quietly went to the gate of the Song mansion, gently opened the door a crack, slipped
out sideways, and closed the door behind her. Looking at the street before her, she felt both joy and unease, thinking, "If
I stay in Qiantang, I might be seen by the people in the mansion again. Go back to Suzhou? No... no, Master Zhang and the others live
in Suzhou... Ah, how about Yangzhou? Isn't Sister Chun from Yangzhou?"
Having just left the Song mansion, Ping'er was like a bird released from its cage, overjoyed, and hurried towards the street, eager to escape
this place full of lust and trouble. As she hurried away, she didn't notice that the door behind her creaked
open.
Little Maid (IV) Ping'er
went to the main street and strolled through the crowd, looking around, thinking, "
Where are Madam and Sister Chun? If we run into them, that wouldn't be good. I'd better take the alleys and get out of the city first."
With that thought, Ping'er abandoned the main street and took the alleys, heading west out of the city. She walked lightly, thinking that only
Once she was out of the city, she could escape the shackles of Song Shangqian's tyranny and live a free and unrestrained life, feeling
incredibly relaxed.
As she walked, she turned into a small alley and suddenly saw a bustling street ahead, teeming with people and carriages—she
had arrived at West Street, the very place where the Water Swallow Pavilion was located. Ping'er immediately stopped, feeling uneasy: "What if I run into
Master? I'd better take a detour."
To be on the safe side, Ping'er turned back the way she came, intending to find another alley to bypass the thief. Just as she turned into a
shabby alley, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side, blocking her way with a sinister grin, and said, "Hey, where are you going
?"
Ping'er was startled, her heart nearly leaping out of her mouth. She took a few steps back and recognized the man—a
burly figure, none other than Deng Gui, a long-term worker in the Song household.
This was the man who had led three long-term workers to coerce Ping'er that day. Ping'er was startled to encounter this man and stammered,
"You... what are you doing here?" Deng Gui sneered, "I asked you first, where are you going? Master and Madam didn't
give any orders, what are you doing out here?"
Ping'er forced herself to remain calm, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Today... today is Miss Ziyuan's birthday, I
came to watch the fun." Deng Gui glanced behind her and laughed, "A woman going to a brothel to watch the fun,
doesn't that mean she's horny and wants a man?" Ping'er blushed, unwilling to argue further, and turned to run away.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, two more men blocked her way—the other two farmhands who had previously forced her, their faces full of lewd grins
as they approached.
In the current situation, Ping'er was cornered in the alley by three large men. Panic gripped her. Leaning against
the wall, she whispered, "You...you..." Deng Gui chuckled dryly and said, "Little girl,
behave yourself. You want to escape while the master isn't here, don't you?" Ping'er's heart sank when he saw through her words.
She stammered, "I...I didn't..." Another man rushed forward, grabbed Ping'er's collar, and laughed,
"The master instructed us to keep a close eye on you girls. You still want to slip away?"
Ping'er was filled with despair, tears welling in her eyes. She thought, "How could I be so careless
? They found me! If I'm caught...the master will punish me severely. What should I do? What should I do?"
At this point, Ping'er could do nothing but fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Deng Gui walked to Ping'er's side, turned her face towards him, and laughed, "You can't escape now! If we tell
the master that you tried to run away, there will be a reward...you'll be in big trouble!" The other two also joined in with their sneers.
Ping'er was even more terrified and pleaded repeatedly, "No...please don't tell, please!"
Deng Gui chuckled slyly, "Alright! But we can't be good people for nothing..." He
winked at his two companions and laughed, "You give us some fun, and we won't know anything!" Saying that, he leaned close to Ping'er
's right cheek and forcefully kissed her smooth, soft face. Ping'er screamed loudly, "Ah...no!"
She tried desperately to turn her face away, but she was no match for Deng Gui's strength and was kissed several times in succession. At the same time,
two other men attacked Ping'er separately. One tore open her thin shirt and buried his face in her chest,
while the other lifted up Ping'er's skirt and reached in to touch her genitals, praising, "So wet! Damn, this woman is much more sensible than last time. She's already leaking an absurd amount of juice after only a couple of touches..." 　　A "plop, plop" sound rang out as the man began to poke Ping'er's tender hole with his fingers, his index finger knuckle moving in and out rapidly, constantly creating the lubricating sound of love juice.
Sure enough, 　　she was already wet. Ping'er was unexpectedly 　　violated, and in just a few moments, she was already panting heavily, trembling as she said, "I...I don't want to...ah...ah 　　...let me go, oh...uh..." 　　Deng Gui licked her cheek and laughed, "Such a lewd voice, and you still say no?" He said to the other two, 　　"Hey, don't rush into it, we need to find a good place first. Don't let anyone see us doing this here, or we'll cause trouble!" 　　The three burly men dragged Ping'er by the hand and foot into an abandoned house in the alley and pushed her to the ground. 　　Ping'er tried to stand up, but one of them kicked her in the waist, causing her to roll over and groan in pain. 　　The man's face turned ferocious, and he chuckled, "You'd better be sensible and stop having any crooked ideas! Serve us obediently 　　, and we'll make sure you get home safely. Otherwise, we'll report you to the master, and you'll be beaten to death!" 　　Ping'er shivered and dared not move again, only whimpering softly. Deng Gui laughed, "Not beat her to death, but 　　fuck her to death!" Another man laughed, "This little chick has such delicate skin, she'll be fucked to death someday, we should 　　hurry and have our fun!" The three men laughed loudly and pounced on her, tearing and 　　ripping at her clothes in the blink of an eye. Her beautiful breasts and buttocks immediately fell into the clutches of their demons, being 　　constantly ravaged by the men's fingers. 　　Deng Gui looked at her fair and smooth skin, his mouth watering, and said, "Damn, this little chick is 　　really beautiful, so fair and tender... I'm going to have my fill today!" As he spoke, he pulled down his pants, weighed his penis in his hand 　　, and grinned lewdly. Ping'er lay sprawled on the ground, panting from the repeated assaults of his hands. Suddenly, she saw Deng Gui's genitals exposed 　　. A bright red penis protruded from among the thick, dark pubic hair, its glans thick and angular, with faint blue veins. Judging by 　　its size, it was two or three inches longer than Song Shangqian's, its imposing size astonishing. Upon seeing this enormous thing, she was both ashamed and 　　frightened, desperately trying to retreat, crying out, "No...no! That...that will kill me..." 　　Hearing her words, Deng Gui was overjoyed, laughing, "You're 　　incredibly lucky to have been with my treasure! Hehe, let me show you my power!" With that, he lifted Ping'er's two pink legs, placing them on his shoulders, 　　causing her wet petals to arch upwards, and his enormous penis slammed into her. 　　"Ah...ah ah!" Ping'er cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. Under the onslaught of the penis, she felt as if her 　　body was being torn apart, truly experiencing unbearable agony. Deng Gui thrust in forcefully, ignoring Ping'er's youth and delicate nature, plunging 　　his enormous member all the way to the root, enjoying the tight contractions of her tender flesh. He grinned wildly with pleasure, shouting, "Damn 　　, it feels so good!" 　　The two men beside him, their hearts itching, had already stripped naked and were rapidly rubbing their penises, trying to release their pent-up desires. One of them shouted:

"Brother Deng, hurry up, I can't wait!" Another man said, "Pah, didn't we agree on this as soon as we left
? What's your rush?" The man said, "You do the front, I'll do the back, then we can all do it together, and
no one has to wait."
Ping'er was in excruciating pain from being violated by this huge penis, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her body was being
pounded back and forth by Deng Gui, and she was drenched in sweat. Suffering such a cruel blow, Ping'er was heartbroken and
cried out wildly, "Stop... Ah, help... I... I'm going to die... Ahhh..." As she
cried out, her lower body muscles spasmed violently, constantly overflowing with thick love fluid, as if her vagina was completely filled
by that massive penis, forcibly squeezing out her nectar.
After a period of unrestrained indulgence, Deng Gui roared loudly, his glans erupting with a large amount of semen, filling Ping'er's
delicate body. As soon as he withdrew his penis, a thick, white fluid slowly oozed from her tender vagina, a truly obscene sight.
A man laughed, "You're so vigorous, I think this girl is already done for!" Deng Gui laughed loudly,
shaking his shrunken penis against Ping'er's breasts, and said, "Little girl, did I fuck you good enough?"
Ping'er, ravaged by the enormous penis, was dizzy and unconscious, lying paralyzed on the ground,
showing no reaction except for panting and tears. The man laughed, "You've been fucked so well, but I haven't had my fill yet
!" Saying this, he forcefully pulled Ping'er up, sat on the ground, held her in front of him, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and
began thrusting in and out. Ping'er, who was already close to fainting,
groaned again with each thrust. She was in a daze, but she could still hear a man's lewd laughter: "Look, this little girl is born slutty.
Even after being fucked like this, she still moaned..."
Ping'er was overwhelmed with shame and desperately suppressed her gasps, crying out, "You're bullying me like this... I... uh
... ah... I hate you all!" The man continued his sexual acts, grinning maliciously, "We love you so much, we're going to have
our fun with you!" Ping'er let out a "woo" as a penis thrust into her hard, her body going numb, and
she couldn't help but moan.
Another man came up behind Ping'er and shouted, "Hey, lie down and fuck her!" The man who was raping Ping'er
immediately cursed, "You son of a bitch, why are you so eager? Do you have to take it from me?" Seeing that he wouldn't lie down, the man
pushed Ping'er's back forcefully, forcing the man to lie down, while Ping'er lay face down on his chest. Ping'er recalled
their conversation and was terrified. She cried out, "Get away...get away!"
But the man behind her showed no mercy, grabbing her arms and pulling her wrists backward, causing her upper body
to float and arch backward while his lower body thrust forward. He then inserted his penis into her anus.
"Ah...ah!"
Ping'er's anus was still untouched, and this was her first experience. The pain of being brutally penetrated by such a large object
was far more intense than when Deng Gui had directly penetrated her vagina, causing her to scream in agony. The narrow, soft anus
was forcibly widened by external force, causing Ping'er immense pain. She felt her stomach churning, her whole body convulsing. The two men's thrusts
were not synchronized; sometimes they advanced and retreated simultaneously, manipulating her violently
; sometimes they retreated at the same time, leaving her suddenly empty and powerless. When they thrust simultaneously, the two penises attacked from the front and back, vying against each other through the fleshy wall, as if trying to pierce
through it, causing Ping'er even more extreme pain, unspeakable agony.
Deng Gui, watching, was aroused again. He straddled the head of the man lying on the ground and shoved his penis into Ping'er's mouth, laughing
, "Little girl, lick it for me, lick it until it's hard, then I'll fuck you!" Ping'er's mouth was filled with the penis
, and her cries of pain immediately became muffled. But how could her cherry-like mouth contain Deng Gui's big treasure? She was
forced to open her mouth wide, saliva dripping from her lips, but she still couldn't finish the penis, and the glans was already touching her throat. Ping'er
let out muffled moans of pain.
In an instant, her body was soaked with sweat, tears, saliva, and vaginal fluid
. Three penises simultaneously ravaged her, thrusting in and out from different angles, twisting her exquisite body
into various lewd positions.
At this point, Ping'er was utterly desperate; all her will to resist had vanished. She desperately swayed
her hips, sucking on the shaft between her lips, hoping that her submissive attitude would alleviate the physical pain and make the
three burly men end their brutality sooner. Her beautiful, sweat-drenched breasts were
being played with like soft dough in the hands of the man behind her, filling her with immense shame, yet she couldn't help but sway her shoulders, trying to make her full
breasts bounce and increase the man's pleasure.
The man laughed, "I didn't expect this chick to be so horny, actually shaking her breasts!" Deng Gui
, like pulling on a horse's reins, grabbed Ping'er's hair and kept thrusting his penis into her mouth, laughing, "I said Cui Xiang is the sluttest,
this little chick is too tender, she needs more work!" The man below cursed, "Damn it, you've taken
two seats, what a load of crap! You're straddling me, showing me your dick and balls, a bunch of pubic hair!" Clearly, he
was quite dissatisfied with Deng Gui enjoying Ping'er's mouth on top of him. He suddenly raised his hands and grabbed
Ping'er's breasts from the man, kneading them while cursing, "You little slut, you bitch, move faster!"
Ping'er, with tears in her eyes, closed her eyes, but actually worked even harder, swaying her hips, and the man below immediately
cried out a few times. Deng Gui laughed, "This little chick is really good material. If she were a prostitute, customers would be lining up at the door
!" Ping'er was even more heartbroken, thinking, "I've done this to you, and you still want to humiliate me... This is too
much!"
The three burly men ravaged Ping'er's body. The one attacking her anus couldn't withstand
the tight contractions of her anal muscles and ejaculated. Next, Ping'er's private parts, under the repeated thrusts of the penises,
once again became the place for the men to release their desires, and a gush of semen sprayed into her body. Two streams of semen were injected one after another, and Ping'er
felt extremely suffocated. Her lower abdomen gurgled and churned, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit.
While her lower body was sticky and messy, Deng Gui continued to enjoy himself in her mouth, the tip of his penis repeatedly thrusting
deep into Ping'er's mouth, tormenting her tongue. The man on the ground, constrained by his position, couldn't pull out his penis and immediately
yelled, "Hey, hurry up! I still need to fuck her ass!" Deng Gui cursed, "What's all the noise about? I..."
"...Oh, oh..." As she spoke, Ping'er's little tongue curled up, greatly
stimulating the cleft of his glans. He couldn't control himself and ejaculated amidst cries.
Deng Gui pressed her head back and shouted, "Swallow it!" Ping'er sobbed, her eyelashes trembling, and
tilted her head back to swallow the semen. She choked on the thick, hot semen and felt nauseous. Combined with the stimulation of her anus being ravaged
, she suddenly vomited with a "whoosh."
Deng Gui's penis was still enjoying the aftertaste in her mouth when suddenly a foreign object struck him. Startled, he hurriedly withdrew his penis and
stepped back, but his penis was already covered in filth. Ping'er lowered her head and continued to vomit, the
vomit dripping onto his face. The man was both shocked and furious. He forcefully shoved Ping'er aside, pulled out his penis, and
cursed, "You filthy bitch! You...you vomited on my face!"
Ping'er lay on the ground, panting, then vomited violently, emptying her mouth of semen
and her stomach, leaving a large puddle on the ground, reeking of foul odor.
The man turned Ping'er over and cursed, "You bitch!" He slapped Ping'er across the face,
then looked down at her high, full, and moist breasts. He buried his face in them, wiping the filth from his face with her tender breasts.
Deng Gui, his precious treasure defiled, was also extremely angry. He squatted beside her face, wiping his penis repeatedly on her delicate cheeks
, cursing, "You damn filthy woman, you vomited up all my good stuff!" In a short while, Ping'er's face
and breasts were covered in her vomit, a filthy mess, mixed with Deng Gui's semen
.
Ping'er sobbed softly, too ashamed to resist. But the man who had been vomited on was still furious and continued
to curse. The only unharmed man stepped forward, grinning, and said, "This little girl is such a spoilsport, vomiting
all this filth at us. I'll give her some filth in return!" He grabbed his penis, shook it at Ping'er,
and began urinating on her.
Ping'er felt a warm, wet sensation in her abdomen and cried out in a trembling voice, filled with shame. She tried to escape, but
had no strength left and could only let the urine drench her. The other two followed suit.
Deng Gui swung his penis between her chest and genitals, urinating back and forth, while the other, most enraged, grabbed Ping'er's
chin, forcing her mouth open, and urinated into her mouth and face. The foul-smelling, yellowish urine covered her face, and Ping'er
trembled with nausea, wanting to vomit again, but nothing came out.
After the three men had satisfied their lust, Ping'er was filthy and disheveled, her pretty face
contorted with sorrow, sobbing uncontrollably. Covered in semen, urine, and filth, her fair skin had lost
its luster. A once beautiful and charming young girl, ravaged by the three men's bestiality, had lost all her spirit and even the will to grieve
.
Deng Gui glanced at Ping'er and laughed, "This girl may be lowly, but her body is quite appealing, after all,
she hasn't been a virgin for long… How about we wash her clean and do it a few more times?" One of them said, "That's right, with her
body so filthy, it'll be impossible to get started!"
The three men put on their trousers but didn't dress Ping'er. Two of them grabbed her arms and led her naked
out of the house to a well at the end of the alley. There was no bucket by the well, so Deng Gui untied the rope used for drawing water,
tied it to Ping'er's right wrist, and laughed, "Little girl, go take a bath, get yourself clean, I'll pamper you
! Haha, haha!" Amidst the laughter of the three men, they pulled on the rope together, lowering Ping'er into the well.
The well was dimly lit. Ping'er raised her right arm and was slowly lowered. Her toes felt a cool sensation as they soaked into
the well water, followed by her calves, knees, thighs, gradually reaching her groin, lower abdomen, and finally her chest, before
stopping. The water rippled gently, playfully teasing her two nipples that were close to the surface.
Ping'er sat in the water, staring blankly. In just a short while, her right hand had gone numb. She scooped
up water with her left hand, wiped her cheeks, washed the dirt off her face, and then rubbed her breasts, giving them a little scrubbing. Bathed in the cool air
, her mind cleared considerably. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow washed over her, and tears streamed down her face, dripping into
the water.
She recalled the gang rape she had just endured, a wave of intense humiliation washing over her. She thought to herself, "
So what if I'm a maid? Aren't maids human too? You're all servants, why did you treat me like this?"
She had thought she could escape the Song family mansion, but instead, she was subjected to another inhumane and brutal
ordeal in a dilapidated alley. The thought that from now on, she would not only have to satisfy the lust of Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers, but might also
be raped by Deng Gui and the others filled Ping'er with a profound sense of desolation and despair. She couldn't help but burst into tears.
A voice from above shouted, "Damn it, what are you crying for?" Ping'er covered her face with one hand and cried out, "You
three are worse than animals... I'll hate you for the rest of my life! You... you'll all die a horrible death!"
Deng Gui sneered, "You hate me, huh? After we fuck you a few more times, you'll be too busy loving our big dicks to even think about it!
Hey, see if she's had enough of washing, time to pull her up and fuck her." The last few words were spoken to his companions. Several lewd
laughs were heard, and the rope was slowly pulled up.
Ping'er knew that once she was pulled up, she would be raped by the three men again. In terror, she suddenly shook her body wildly,
struggling desperately, and cried out, "I won't go up! I won't go up!"
The three men felt the rope shaking violently and immediately tightened their grip, pulling even faster. Deng Gui cursed, "You little slut
, what are you yelling about! If you don't behave, I'll fuck your little cunt raw!" Ping'er cried, "No, no! I
'll never let you bully me again!"
The rope swayed, and suddenly, the loop binding Ping'er's wrists loosened, and her little hand slipped out
. Ping'er suddenly felt her body lighten, and then fell downwards. With a scream, the back of her head slammed against the bricks of the well, and she felt
dizzy. With a splash, her body was plunged back into the cold, and the light from the well quickly disappeared from her sight...
The little maid (Part 5, The End)
After being unconscious for an unknown amount of time, when Ping'er opened her eyes again, the light was dim, and she was in a
dilapidated house. It was dusk, and she was lying on the ground, covered with a tattered straw mat, but still naked
.
She blinked wearily, thinking, "Did I not drown? Where am I?" In a glance, Ping'er
Seeing a figure beside her, she was greatly alarmed. With a soft gasp, she sat up abruptly, covering her chest with a straw mat
, and darted away like a rabbit, trying to distance herself from the person. However, this movement immediately caused a
sharp pain in the back of her head, and she groaned a few times. Seeing her suddenly awaken, the person's face lit up with joy. "Ah, you're awake?
How are you feeling?"
Ping'er, though narrowly escaping death, was still terrified. She braced herself with her legs, retreating backward. She recognized the person;
it wasn't Deng Gui or his group, but a thin boy, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in shabby
clothes, patched and mangled. Ping'er thought, "So it's just a little beggar."
Seeing that he wasn't Deng Gui's group, she felt much more at ease, but
what kind of appearance would it be if this little beggar saw her naked? Embarrassed, she clung tightly to the straw mat, using it to cover her delicate body. Suddenly
, Ping'er felt a pang of sorrow, thinking, "He's been right next to me the whole time; of course he's seen everything. What's the point of covering myself
? I have no dignity left anyway..."
The little beggar, oblivious to her thoughts, took a small cloth bag from his robes, opened it, and inside was half a steamed bun
. He offered the bun to Ping'er, saying, "Are you hungry? Eat something first."
Having been humiliated for most of the day, Ping'er was indeed hungry. She blankly reached out and took the bun, eating it in small bites
. The little beggar sat on the ground, watching her eat, swallowing hard. Seeing his strange expression, Ping'er felt quite
uncomfortable. She handed the steamed bun back to him, saying, "You're hungry too, keep it for yourself." The little beggar waved his hand, refusing to take it,
saying, "I'm not hungry, I've already eaten. This half is for you."
Seeing that he wouldn't take it, Ping'er continued eating, but noticing him constantly staring at her and swallowing his saliva, she
felt embarrassed and said, "What are you looking at?" The little beggar quickly turned his head and said, "Nothing." Then
he changed the subject, saying, "Hey, what are you doing in the well? Those three men..." "Who was it?"
Ping'er trembled and exclaimed in surprise, "You saw them?" The little beggar said, "Yes, I saw them
gathered around the well. I thought they were drawing water, and I was wondering why it would take three people to draw water. Then I saw them pull
up a rope, talk for a while, drop the rope, and run away in a panic. I went to the well and
saw someone floating in it. It scared me to death!"
Ping'er felt a chill run down her spine. She thought, "They thought I had fallen to my death or drowned, and they didn't dare to tell the master
, so they ..." "Did they abandon my body at the bottom of the well?" Thinking of the monstrous faces of Deng Gui and the others when they raped her, Ping'er felt an indescribable
loathing. Their indifference afterwards, their refusal to even try to save her, made her tremble with anger. Clutching the steamed bun in her hand,
she whispered, "They're not human!"
Seeing her sorrowful expression, the little beggar felt a pang of unease, but continued, "You...
what happened to you? I went through so much trouble to go down and bring you up, wanting to know what happened, but
you haven't woken up, and you're not dressed..." "Your clothes aren't presentable, so I'll find an empty house and use this mat
to cover you up..." Ping'er suddenly asked, "Why did you help me?" The little beggar paused, then said, "I've already
rescued you, why wouldn't I help you?" Ping'er secretly shed tears and whispered, "Then why did you save me? I
don't look dead. Let me die in that well, it would be over, and... and I wouldn't be bullied anymore... Waaah
... Waaah..." Thinking of this, her inner wounds were stirred up, and she couldn't help but cover her face and weep bitterly, sobbing uncontrollably.
The little beggar panicked and cried out, "Hey, hey, don't cry! Who... who bullied you? How did they bully you
?" He asked a few times, but seeing that Ping'er was still only crying, he became a little bored and sat cross-legged to the side watching
her cry.
After crying for a while, Ping'er felt a little relieved, wiped away her tears, and looked at the little beggar. The little beggar asked, "
Are you done crying?" Ping'er, her eyes red, replied, "I can't stop crying." The little beggar patted his knees lightly a few times and said,
"Cry later if you can't finish. Hey, how did they bully you? Tell me, and I'll find a way to get revenge for you.
I'm not as tall or strong as them, but I can still mess with them. Do you believe me? If you do, I'll help you.
That's what you call... um... yes... doing good deeds to the end, helping someone to the very end, right?"
Ping'er looked at the little beggar and saw the earnestness in his eyes. A warm feeling suddenly rose in her heart, and her whole body
felt warm. Her eyes welled up, and tears quietly fell again. The little beggar called out, "What, what, are you going to cry again?"
Ping'er gently wiped away her tears and said in a trembling voice, "You...you can come here?" The little beggar jumped up, walked
to Ping'er's side, and squatted down, saying, "I'm coming, what's wrong...ah, ah?"
Suddenly, Ping'er threw herself into the little beggar's arms and burst into tears. The little beggar was startled
and involuntarily hugged her, his hands touching her smooth and soft back and shoulders. He was truly flattered and
his heart was pounding. When he looked down, he saw her full and beautiful breasts, which squeezed out a beautiful
cleavage on his chest. He was even more dizzy and stammered, "You...you...don't do this, I...I...
I...I..." Ping'er looked up at him and choked out, "Weren't you going to help me?" The little beggar said, "I
...of course I will. " "I'll help you, but you have to tell me first!"
Ping'er recalled the misfortunes she had suffered over the past few days, with no one to confide in. Yet this little beggar had a kind heart and
was determined to help her. Overwhelmed with emotion, she felt that he was the only reliable person in the world. She nestled in his arms and
told him all the grievances she had suffered for the past half month. From seeing Sister Chun being humiliated to losing her virginity for the first time, to how she
was harassed by Song Shangqian and the Zhang brothers, and how she was raped by Deng Gui and the other two, she recounted everything with tears
streaming down her face.
The little beggar, already furious from listening halfway through, cursed as he listened. When Ping'er finished, he roared, "A
bunch of bastards!" He slammed his fist on the floor, saying, "I thought they were playing a trick on you, but it turns out it's something like this
! These despicable fellows must be taught a lesson!" Ping'er asked, "How will you teach them a lesson?" The little beggar pondered for a
moment, then said, "They must be severely punished. The best way is to report them to the authorities and throw them all in jail!"
Ping'er shook her head, "That won't work!" The little beggar asked, "Why?" Ping'er said, "Master often
associates with officials and has a good relationship with the county magistrate. I... I'm just a maid... how can I win against him in court?"
The little beggar, however, seemed confident, saying, "No problem! You don't necessarily have to go to the yamen to file a complaint.
A high-ranking official came to town today; I'll go see him first thing tomorrow morning. He's a famously honest official; he'll definitely help you
!" Ping'er thought to herself, "Officials protect each other; how many truly honest officials are there? You're just a little beggar; how could a high-ranking official possibly
see you?"
But he meant well, wanting to help her, so she couldn't bring herself to say anything discouraging. Ping'er's face
was filled with sorrow, and she gave a slight bitter smile, saying softly, "Never mind, it's alright. I'm happy you're willing to help me; that's
enough. If you get involved, there might be more trouble."
The little beggar wouldn't give up and was about to continue his persuasion when he saw Ping'er blink slightly, sneeze, and
shiver slightly. The little beggar asked, "Ah, are you cold?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a pointless question.
Ping'er was completely naked, without a single garment. The straw mat covering her front was no longer enough to keep her warm, and her back was bare,
making her even more susceptible to catching a cold. The little beggar scratched his head, looked at Ping'er, and felt quite embarrassed.
Ping'er's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, whispering, "Don't look." The little beggar hummed in agreement, scratched
the back of his head again, and suddenly said, "You can wear my clothes for now. They're tattered, but better than nothing. I'll steal
you a new one tomorrow." Saying this, he took off the patched shirt and handed it to Ping'er, but she didn't reach out
to take it; she just looked at him.
The little beggar asked, "What's wrong?" He looked down at the shirt and suddenly said, "Ah, yes, this shirt is too
smelly. I'll wash it for you." Saying this, he quickly walked out of the house and ran to the well.
Just then, someone placed a wooden bucket by the well. He drew water and washed the clothes clean, thinking,
"This girl is a maid, yet she's so beautiful. I initially thought she was some young lady... Humph,
what is that Song Shangqian? Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he's rich and powerful? She doesn't want me to report her to the authorities because she's afraid of him.
I can't stand letting someone like that live like this. I must find a way to deal with him..."
After washing the clothes, he sniffed himself and felt that he didn't smell good either. So he splashed a bucket of water on himself
, washed himself quickly, and hurried back into the house. He smiled at Ping'er and said, "Alright, all clean!" Ping'er smiled and said
, "The clothes are wet; they'll be colder if you wear them." The little beggar was taken aback, realizing he had made a fool of himself. He was immediately embarrassed
and said, "This...this...well, let's hang it to dry first." He hung the clothes on
an old chair next to him, inwardly cursing himself for being so foolish.
He returned to Ping'er's side, gazing at her skin exposed outside the straw mat—her arms were fair and delicate, her legs curved and supple
, all perfectly proportioned. Coupled with her pretty and lovely face, he felt his breath quicken, and for some reason,
his crotch swell.
Just as he was lost in his reverie, Ping'er suddenly blushed, gently releasing the straw mat. The mat
slipped down, revealing her round, firm breasts. The little beggar's heart skipped a beat, his eyes wide with disbelief
, his mind in turmoil. He stammered, "You...you are..." Ping'er lowered her head shyly, leaning against him, her heart also
pounding. She whispered, "Will you...dislike me?"
The little beggar, holding her tightly, his blood boiling with desire at the sight of her warm, soft body,
hurriedly said, "How could I? But...I...wait, no, I'm just a beggar..." "No home
, no business, not a penny to my name, how... how..." Ping'er whispered, "I don't care.
Take me away, okay? I don't want to go back to the Song family... I... I'll be... I'll be your maid,
please take me away from Qiantang, away from Hangzhou..."
The little beggar embraced her delicate body, their skin touching, listening to her soft pleading. His soul had already soared to
the highest heavens, a wave of infatuation washing over him, and he couldn't help but kiss her lips. The two kissed, their bodies instantly intertwined
, embracing and caressing each other. Ping'er's breasts rubbed against his chest,
and the man's genitals, through his thin trousers, probed Ping'er's body.
Their lips parted briefly. Ping'er gasped for breath and whispered, "I...I...I
'll give you everything...Don't leave me, okay? I'm afraid...I never want to go back..." The little beggar nodded vigorously and said, "I
won't leave you, I mean it!" Ping'er's eyes shone with joy. She lowered her head shyly and said softly,
"Don't lie to me. What...what's your name?" The little beggar said, "Me? My name is Xiao Dingzi."
Ping'er smiled and said, "Xiao Dingzi? What a fun name." Xiao Dingzi's mouth twisted and he said, "When others
call me that, it becomes my name. Doesn't it sound nice?" Ping'er said softly, "It sounds very nice." Xiao Dingzi
said, "What's your name? You've said everything, but you haven't said your name." Ping'er said, "My name is Ping'er."
Xiao Dingzi smiled and said, "Can I call you that?" Ping'er blushed and said, "Of course you can."
Xiao Dingzi was overjoyed . Looking over, he embraced Ping'er and kissed her, repeatedly calling, "Ping'er, Ping'er, Ping'er, Ping'er
..." Ping'er's face flushed, and she laughed, "You don't have to keep calling me that." Xiao Dingzi whispered, "I didn't
expect you to be like this... You're such a beautiful girl, and I'm just a beggar... Can I really do this?" Ping'er
nodded gently and said softly, "I can. I'm willing, I just hope... you... you can...
treat me well, don't be like the master and the others..."
As she said this, Ping'er's eyes glistened, as if she was about to cry again. Xiao Dingzi gently stroked
her ear and said, "I know." Ping'er gently closed her eyes, and the two were once again immersed in a passionate kiss
.
A burning love quickly spread between their bodies. After a series of enchanting kisses, Xiao Dingzi and Ping'er's desire was also uncontrollable, and they needed 　　to be satisfied
in the most intimate way.
Ping'er skillfully pulled down Xiao Dingzi's pants. Seeing his erect penis, her face flushed,
and she softly asked, "Do you want to come in?" Xiao Dingzi replied, "May I?" Ping'er
nodded shyly, sat on the ground, and slowly spread her legs, revealing her private parts.
Xiao Dingzi gazed at the flowing spring, its pink flesh glistening with vibrant color, and felt a
surge of excitement, his penis swelling. He pressed himself against Ping'er, aiming his penis at her honeyed opening. However, he was too tense
; for a moment, the head of his penis would only touch the edge of her thigh, unable to penetrate fully. But the full, soft thighs...
The tactile sensation of his muscles had already given Xiao Dingzi a great pleasure, almost causing him to ejaculate easily.
Ping'er, experiencing the clumsy technique of a virgin for the first time, was extremely shy. Under Xiao Dingzi's caresses, she breathed
softly, her love juices flowing freely. She had been violated by men many times, but had never experienced mutually agreeable
intercourse. Her nervousness was like that of a virgin experiencing love for the first time—both excited and expectant. When Xiao Dingzi finally
grasped the technique and inserted his passionate penis into her, Ping'er's body trembled, and she let out a blissful moan
.
Only then did Ping'er truly experience the pleasure between a man and a woman, how intoxicating it could be. Physical pleasure was completely
controlled by her own feelings of liking and disliking. Actions that had disgusted her during her rape now
felt like soft moans of pleasure as Xiao Dingzi performed them. He vigorously kneaded Ping'er's breasts, waist, buttocks, and thighs
. Her soft, supple skin, with its alluring elasticity, fueled his desire to rise endlessly.
Ping'er, in turn, enjoyed the intense and direct caresses, while the active penis within her tender opening caused her
love juices to overflow, eliciting comfortable sighs. The increasingly erotic scene completely captivated Ping'er;
her trembling eyelashes, warm breath, sticky sweat, and clenched toes all indicated her extreme arousal
.
Amidst the mingling of sweat, the two moved their bodies, their union growing ever closer.
The sounds of thrusting grew louder and faster, and Ping'er's moans rose in sync. The inexperienced Xiao Dingzi
quickly ejaculated inside Ping'er.
Then came the second, the third… Ping'er, as if trying to hold onto this blissful feeling, continuously offered her
body, allowing Xiao Dingzi to explore and cultivate her, their lovemaking relentless. Finally, after several intense climaxes
, Ping'er was completely conquered by Xiao Dingzi's penis. She gasped and collapsed into his arms, falling asleep exhausted.
Ping'er woke up in the darkness. She lay on a tattered straw mat, naked from the waist down, wearing Xiao Dingzi's
worn-out clothes, which were now dry; he must have dressed her while she slept. She felt
sticky from the night sweats and sat up.
The soft moonlight streamed through the hole in the roof. Ping'er looked around by the moonlight; there was no one else in the dilapidated house. She
called softly, "Xiao Dingzi, Xiao Dingzi!"
There was only silence; no response. Ping'er sat up sadly and whispered, "Xiao Dingzi…"
She sat up, savoring the intense, passionate lovemaking with Xiao Dingzi before she fell asleep—it was so beautiful, like
a dream, yet also like reality. Ping'er looked at her clothes and whispered, "It's true." Looking back
into the room, she saw no one else, not even Xiao Dingzi.
A wave of loneliness and emptiness washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. She cried out,
"Xiao Dingzi... Xiao Dingzi! You...you mustn't go, don't leave...me..."
She touched her lower body; the lingering taste of their intimacy was still there, but he was gone. Ping'er wept bitterly. She had just found
solace, experienced a brief moment of passion, and now he was gone again. How could she not be heartbroken?
She waited dejectedly. An hour passed, and dawn broke, but Xiao Dingzi still hadn't returned.
Disappointed, Ping'er sat on the mat, lost and unsure what to do. Suddenly, footsteps approached slowly outside the door
. Ping'er rushed to the door, calling out joyfully, "Xiao Dingzi!"
Opening the door, she saw the face of a middle-aged scholar, followed by three burly men.
The man smiled and said, "Good...good, Ping'er, so you're here!"
This face terrified her, as if struck by lightning. Ping'er's heart trembled, and she took a few steps back in a panic, stammering
, "Master...Master..."
Before she could try to escape, three farmhands rushed forward, grabbed Ping'er, and revealed sinister grins
.
Ping'er was still taken back to the Song residence. Deng Gui and the others had thought Ping'er would die in the well, and when they reported to Song Shangqian,
he ordered them to dispose of the body, only to discover that Ping'er was no longer in the well. Song Shangqian, along with the three men, searched
for Ping'er's whereabouts throughout the night, and finally found her again at dawn, bringing her back to the residence.
Song Shangqian tied Ping'er to a pillar in the study, with Deng Gui and the other two standing beside him, already rubbing their hands together,
ready to indulge in their desires. Ping'er was stripped naked, her breasts supported by ropes from below, making them appear even more shapely
. However, her expression was sorrowful and she looked extremely haggard. With Xiao Dingzi gone, Ping'er had fallen back into the abyss of lust. Disappointment and grief
made her wish for death.
Song Shangqian pulled down his trousers and sneered, "Ping'er, you're so disobedient! You actually dared to try to escape! You've really done a
disservice to me after raising you for so many years! Today I'm going to punish you severely." He said to Deng Gui, "After I rest, you
can all enjoy Ping'er once, then call all the other farmhands over, and they can take turns." Deng Gui
respectfully replied, "Yes, sir." A smug look appeared on his lips as he glanced at Ping'er's voluptuous body,
clearly lusting.
Song Shangqian stepped forward, caressing Ping'er's breasts, and laughed, "Ping'er, do you know now? You can't escape
." He then pressed down on her, shoving his penis into her tender vagina. Ping'er turned her head away, closed
her eyes, knowing that struggling was futile and that she could only accept her fate. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought, "My fate
is still like this... Oh well, there's nothing I can do..." She thought of Xiao Dingzi, and her heart ached. She sobbed and
sighed softly, thinking, "Let it all be a dream!"
Just as Song Shangqian's penis was about to penetrate her, the study door suddenly opened, and Chun Jie walked in, saying
, "Master, we have a guest!" Her expression was calm as she stared at Song Shangqian, seemingly unmoved by the lewd scene in the room
. Song Shangqian frowned and said, "What guest? Ask him to wait in the hall!" Just as he was about to continue his work, he heard Chun
Jie say calmly, "This distinguished guest cannot wait. Lord Yu, please!"
Upon hearing the words "Lord Yu," Song Shangqian was startled and turned around abruptly. He saw a long-bearded
man standing at the door, with a stern appearance and an imposing presence. The man slowly walked into the study, glanced at Song Shangqian, snorted, and said,
"Take him away!"
Song Shangqian already knew who the man was, and he immediately trembled with fear, stammering, "Lord Yu...
Lord Yu...I am..." Before he could finish speaking, several constables entered the room and seized the naked Song...
Shang Qian and three farmhands dragged her out. Ping'er, stunned, forgot her shame at being naked in front of others and stared blankly at
the man. Just then, a young man ran in from outside, calling out, "Ping'er, Ping'er, are you alright?"
Upon seeing the young man, Ping'er cried out in surprise, "Little...Little Dingzi!"
Little Dingzi rushed forward, untied the ropes binding Ping'er, and Chun Jie, who had already brought clothes, immediately draped them over her.
Ping'er laughed and cried with joy, hugging Xiao Dingzi tightly and exclaiming, "Xiao Dingzi! I thought you ran away and
would never come back!" Xiao Dingzi looked at Chun Jie and the high-ranking official, feeling quite embarrassed, and said, "How could I run away?
Didn't I say I wouldn't abandon you? I kept my word!" Ping'er nestled in his arms and asked, "Then... then
where did you go?" Xiao Dingzi replied, "I went to find Lord Yu, Lord Yu Qian!" Ping'er was stunned, turning to look at
the high-ranking official, and said, "You... you are Yu Qian... Lord Yu?"
This was during the Zhengtong era of the Ming Dynasty. Yu Qian, the Left Vice Minister of War, was renowned throughout the land for his integrity. He had served as an inspector in Jiangxi, and later as governor
of Henan and Shanxi, where he investigated cases, implemented reforms, and redressed countless injustices. The people hailed him as the reincarnation of Bao Zheng of the Song Dynasty. Yu Qian was originally from Qiantang.
Recently, due to the serious illness of an elder in his clan, he returned to his hometown to visit him and, incidentally, to investigate the people's conditions. Although Ping'er had heard Yulan say that a high-ranking
official was coming from the capital, she never imagined it would be Yu Qian. She stared blankly at Xiao Dingzi and said, "Why
didn't you tell me first?"
Xiao Dingzi replied, "You wouldn't let me go, so I had to sneak off. I went to the yamen to ask where Lord Yu lived, but they
wouldn't tell me. So I went door to door asking, and finally I found him!" Ping'er wiped away her tears, her face full of
smiles, and whispered, "Silly girl!"
At this moment, Yu Qian stepped forward and said, "You are Ping'er?" Seeing him ask her, Ping'er hurriedly
separated from Xiao Dingzi, knelt on the ground, and whispered, "This humble woman is Ping'er. Greetings, Lord Yu!" Yu Qian said, "Get up.
You've been frightened; you should rest first." He coughed and said, "I've heard everything about your situation
from Xiao Dingzi. In court, you'll need to testify before Song Shangqian can be convicted."
Ping'er was deeply moved, recalling her experiences over the past few days. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and sobbed, "Yes
... thank you, Lord Yu!"
The courtroom was filled with people. Yu Qian, acting as the magistrate, presided over the trial. He first convicted Song Shangqian of adultery and corrupting the local community.
He also discovered that Deng Gui and others had a history of misconduct, including the rape and murder of women. If Xiao Dingzi hadn't saved Ping'er,
another life would have been taken on their charges. Based on the testimonies of Ping'er, Chun Jie, Xiao Dingzi, and others, Song Shangqian, Deng Gui, and others
were imprisoned to await their fate.
The Zhang brothers, who had parted ways with Song Shangqian at the Shuiyan Tower and were already on their way back to Suzhou, were also
arrested by Yu Qian's men, stripped of their official titles, and convicted. Of the six, Song Shangqian, ashamed of his disgrace and unable to face his fellow villagers
, committed suicide in prison. Deng Gui and another farmhand were executed. The Zhang brothers, having been found guilty of misdeeds in Suzhou, were also
executed. Only one of Song's farmhands escaped death, but was imprisoned for life, never to leave again.
Yu Qian had finished his verdict, granting Ping'er and Chun Jie their freedom, freeing them from staying in the Song household. Chun Jie decided to return to her
hometown of Yangzhou, but Ping'er didn't know where to go. Yu Qian asked, "Ping'er, don't you have any relatives?" Ping'er
shook her head and whispered, "They're all lost." Yu Qian pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "How about this, I'll take you to
the capital and arrange for you to be a maid in the mansion."
Ping'er was stunned, saying, "A... maid?" Her expression clearly showed hesitation. Yu Qian said,
"You have no skills now, how can a young girl like you make a living? I don't need you to sign a contract. Once you've saved some money and
found a family to entrust your life to, you can leave anytime." He smiled slightly and said, "I judged your case
, and no matter what, I will never do the same thing again. You can rest assured." Ping'er hurriedly said, "
How could Ping'er dare to doubt you, sir? But...but..." She glanced at Xiao Dingzi, her reluctance naturally showing
.
Suddenly, Xiao Dingzi called out, "Sir Yu, Ping'er and I are inseparable. Please...please take me in too.
I'll do anything, as long as I can be with Ping'er!" Ping'er blushed and lowered her head quietly, thinking,
"Why say that? Isn't that embarrassing?"
Yu Qian looked at the two of them, smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright, both of you come with me."
Time passed quickly. On this day, in the Yu residence in the capital, a young man and woman hid in the woodshed, engaging in intimate
acts.
"Ah, ah... um..." Ping'er, her skirt lifted, lay weakly on a pile of firewood,
moaning comfortably. Xiao Dingzi thrust into her from behind, his penis moving in and out skillfully, while his hand slipped
inside her clothes, kneading her full breasts.
Ping'er gasped, "Xiao... Xiao Dingzi... harder... ah!" Her final, high-
pitched cry seemed to soar into the sky. Xiao Dingzi whispered, "How... how is it?" Ping'er
gasped, "So... so good... so comfortable... ah, ah ah ah..." The intense movements of intercourse
immediately blurred her words, turning them into muffled moans.
Xiao Dingzi and Ping'er had been staying at the Yu residence as servants and maids for several months. At the Yu residence, with
Yu Qian maintaining discipline, Ping'er would no longer suffer the unreasonable molestation she had experienced at the Song residence. She was grateful for Yu Qian's kindness
and worked diligently at the Yu residence, finding it no hardship. She even grew to like her role as a maid, able
to repay Yu Qian in small ways, even though it was just a simple job.
However, Ping'er's body was still frequently violated by men, leaving her drenched in sweat and panting heavily.
The difference was that only Xiao Dingzi could enjoy her body now. Whenever night fell and there was nothing to do, the two would
secretly meet, their skin touching, indulging in passionate lovemaking. For Ping'er, being with Xiao Dingzi was endless
sweetness, and the traumas of the past gradually faded.
With a "plop," Xiao Dingzi ejaculated inside Ping'er. Xiao Dingzi breathed a sigh of relief, turned Ping'er over
, and prepared to penetrate her from the front. Ping'er gently pushed him away, softly panting, "No...no...
come again tonight." Xiao Dingzi rubbed her breasts and laughed, "But I can't wait."
Ping'er blushed, slapped his hand, and scolded, "Even if you can't wait, you have to! Tonight...I
...I'll wait for you here, then you can do whatever you want. But not now!" Xiao Dingzi laughed, "Alright, alright..."
"Whatever you want." He finished putting on his pants and said, "Can I have a kiss?" Ping'er shook her head shyly and laughed,
"No way." Xiao Dingzi hugged her tightly and laughed, "I'll do it myself." He then
kissed her soft, cherry-like lips.
Ping'er blushed and ran away, laughing, "Going to work now. Seeing how playful you are, you'll never be able to marry me
."
Though she spoke jokingly, her heart was filled with a warm happiness. She knew that since Xiao Dingzi came to the Yu family, he
had diligently completed every task, all to save money as soon as possible so that he could say goodbye to Yu Qian and live with her.
Together, they moved towards this dream, their steps slow but steady.
The two tidied their clothes and chatted as they went to the side hall. Another maid approached, smiling,
"Oh, Ping'er, seeing your lover again?" Ping'er smiled shyly and said softly, "Not at all." The
maid smiled, "Whether you are or not, come and help. There's a tray of tea in the kitchen; take it to the main hall. We
have guests today, and there's a lot to do." Ping'er nodded in agreement, smiled and said goodbye to Xiao Dingzi
, ran to the kitchen to get the tea tray, and headed to the main hall.
In the hall, Yu Qian was discussing matters with four visitors. Ping'er served tea to each of them.
When she came to a young scholar, her heart skipped a beat upon seeing his face; she was so surprised she almost cried out.
The scholar, seeing Ping'er's reaction, paused for a moment. Ping'er's heart pounded wildly. She thought, "It's
...it's him, it's Young Master Wen, the one I met at West Lake that day...yes, his name is Wen Yuan...Why is he here?
Is he looking for me? No...impossible, how could that be? Of course he's looking for Lord Yu...But...but
...how could it be such a coincidence? I thought I wouldn't see him again, but...but I've run into him again! He's still so dashing,
and I...I'm still just a maid..." Looking at the man who had stirred her heart for the first time, she suddenly blushed, unsure
what to do.
Wen Yuan, seeing Ping'er standing there motionless, her face flushed, felt a little strange and asked, "Miss, what's
wrong?" Ping'er remained silent, lost in thought. A young girl suddenly grabbed Wen Yuan's shoulder and laughed, "Hey, you
bad guy, what bad things have you done to this girl again?" Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, "I'm innocent, Xiao Yin,
don't always try to pin my name on me." Looking at Ping'er, he suddenly said, "But... miss, I think I've seen you before."
Upon hearing this, Ping'er panicked even more, her mind in turmoil, thinking of Wen Yuan and then of Xiao Dingzi, her face growing
hotter and hotter. Suddenly, she glanced at the girl beside Wen Yuan and saw her smiling mischievously at him, her beauty breathtaking
. A sense of relief washed over her: "What's there to worry about? Nothing happened between me and Young Master Wen. He has a
girl he likes, and I have Xiao Dingzi. All the sad and troublesome things from the past should have been left behind long ago. Otherwise,
how can I live happily? Lord Yu helped me, Xiao Dingzi saved me, and I have new dreams now.
Why dwell on the past?"
Thinking of Xiao Dingzi, Ping'er smiled gently and whispered to Wen Yuan, "No,
Young Master, I rarely go out." She lowered her head slightly, her smile as bright as spring blossoms, and said lightly,
"I'm just a... little maid!"
[The End
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