[Romantic Romance in Another World] (Chapters 13-14)

Chapter Thirteen: Another Battle with Xueyan 　　We
jogged straight out of the East Courtyard and into the Provincial Villa. Yuanchun, her face flushed, gave
me a resentful glare before disappearing into her room, refusing to come out. Just as I stood bewildered in front of Yuanchun's door
, Xueyan approached and asked, "I saw you and Miss rush in. What happened?
Where is Miss?"
I gestured towards the room, "Don't ask. Have you ground the ink? Let me transcribe the poems I just wrote
."
In the 21st century, I had won numerous gold medals in calligraphy competitions, and I considered my brushwork decent. I
picked up the brush, and with a few strokes, several poems gracefully appeared on the Xuan paper. After transcribing the poems, I
glanced at Xueyan standing beside me. She was looking at me with great admiration. Our eyes met, and she shyly
lowered her head. Even a fool would understand that her heart was completely captivated by mine.
Outside, the sun shone warmly, and inside, springtime was in full bloom. Holding
her gently in my arms, I embraced Xueyan's slender waist with one hand and cradled her head with the other, lowering my head to kiss her red lips.
As I kissed her, I also unbuttoned her dress, and my left hand, without any resistance, conquered her breasts.
They were as delicate and warm as cream, her breasts full and full, and I grasped her right breast,
gently kneading the hardening bud with my fingertip.
In the quiet of the summer afternoon, the soft breathing inside was clearly audible. Xueyan's body
softened further under my caresses, so I swept the items on the desk aside and laid her flat on it. My lips
moved down from her lips, across her chin, neck, and shoulders, finally settling between her breasts.
Smelling the milky fragrance between her breasts, my little brother swelled even more. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis.
Xueyan initially only touched it with her hand, but attracted by my hardness, she slowly grasped
my little brother with her soft hand, clumsily stroking it, clearly inexperienced. At the same time, I alternately sucked on
the tips of her breasts, while my hands continuously rubbed Xueyan's breasts. Under my sucking, the nipples became harder and harder, more and more
erect.
I moved my lips down past her breasts to her high, plump paradise. As soon as I took Xueyan
's clitoris into my mouth, she trembled, her body shaking uncontrollably, and a sticky liquid flowed from between her pink labia
.
Her body became softer and softer, and her fair skin became more and more rosy and swollen.
I parted her legs, stood between them, and held my hard, throbbing penis against the
entrance of her warm, smooth paradise. I rubbed my enormous glans against the entrance of her vagina a few times, and after it was coated with her vaginal fluid, I pushed it in all the way
. "Ah!" Xueyan frowned and let out a soft cry. Perhaps it was because it was the second time, and
my penis was too big and long; Xueyan, who had only recently lost her virginity, clearly couldn't handle my size.
I kissed her lips tenderly and slowly began to thrust in and out. Gradually, the fluid in her vagina increased
, making "gurgling" sounds from time to time. At this moment, I felt mischievous and pulled my penis out, leaving only the glans
inside, and thrusting it in and out shallowly.
Sure enough, Xueyan seemed unable to bear it. Her legs wrapped around my waist, contracting and relaxing with each thrust,
and her hands tightly hugged my buttocks. Her meaning couldn't be clearer. I thrust in hard, inserting it all the way in, the glans
hitting her clitoris heavily.
"Ah, so good!" she exclaimed involuntarily. I used the "nine shallow, one deep" and "left-hand rotation, right-hand grinding"
method, and Xueyan thrust her hips forward to match my thrusts. Her limbs clung to me like an octopus
, her wanton appearance making it hard for anyone to believe she was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, a novice experiencing sex for the first time.
Xueyan's breathing grew heavier, and her limbs clung to me tighter. I used the most primal
thrusting method, and the room echoed with "gurgling...gurgling...gurgling" sounds, much like
the sounds of bellies colliding and a cat licking paste.
Amidst Xueyan's spasms and the warm currents on my penis, I roared and ejaculated a torrent of
semen, collapsing onto her.
After we cleaned up, a shout came from the courtyard.
"Xueyan, Xueyan, what are you doing?"
"Miss, is there something you need? I'm here." Xueyan responded, pushing open the study door and walking into the courtyard
.
"Go tell Shi Qianren to get ready. We sisters have arranged to hold a poetry
club meeting tonight at the Provincial Villa. Tell him and his wife to come too, and tell him to prepare well. I
boasted to him in front of the sisters earlier, so don't embarrass me!"
Chapter Fourteen: A Beauty's Poetry Contest
The moonlight was like water, and the stars were playfully blinking in the night sky. The courtyard was decorated as if it were
daytime.
A long table was surrounded by the sisters of the Grand View Garden, who sat in order of seniority. Yuan Chun naturally sat in
the middle, followed by Ying Chun, Tan Chun, Xi Chun, Yu, Li Xiangyun, and Sun Shangxiang. At Yuan Chun's instruction
, Daiyu and I were also arranged behind her, while Xueyan and the senior maids stood on either side to serve.
A long table was filled with seasonal fruits, and the aroma of fine wine filled the entire courtyard. After a brief exchange of pleasantries
, Yuan Chun said, "This time it's my turn to lead the poetry club. I'll be a judge this time, not composing any poems. However,
I've discovered two talented individuals today, the newly arrived couple, Shi Qianren and Han Daiyu. They will compose poems on my behalf
for everyone to judge. What do you all think?" She then pointed to the two of us.
The other sisters looked at us suspiciously and said, "Since you discovered these talented individuals, they must be exceptionally gifted! Today
you're in charge, so everything is up to you." It was clear that although they said this, they were actually quite resentful
.
"Fine, I'll show you my talent later. If I don't completely subdue you all and get you all into my
bed, then I, Shi Qianren, will have lived in vain!"
"Alright, now everyone look at the topic and rhyme on this paper."
"Ode to White Begonia (limited to the poem 'Menpenhunhenhun'). "
After seeing the topic, everyone quietly began to ponder, and soon the sound of pens scratching on paper could be heard.
A "shh" sound.
First, let's look at Tan Chun's draft, which reads: "
The setting sun shines on the cold grass behind the heavy gate, moss-covered basins overflow after the rain.
Jade is the spirit, but its purity is hard to match; snow is the flesh and bones, easily captivating the soul.
A delicate heart, powerless and weak; a graceful figure, the moon leaving its mark at midnight.
Do not say that the white-clad fairy can ascend to heaven; her affection accompanies me as I sing of dusk."
Next, let's look at mine: "Cherishing her beautiful form, I close the door during the day, carrying a water jar to water the mossy basin.
Rouge washes away the autumn steps' shadow; ice and snow summon the soul of the dew-covered steps.
Only when the color fades does one know the flower's true brilliance; how can jade be without flaws when sorrow is abundant?
To repay the White Emperor with purity, she stands silently , her graceful figure as dusk falls.
" Yuan Chun laughed, "Sisters, Qian Ren is indeed a talented one!"
Then she looked at Ying Chun's, which reads: "Autumn's pale beauty reflects behind the heavy gate, seven sections of snow fill the basin. Yang Guifei
emerges from her bath, her shadow like ice; Xi Shi holds her heart, her soul like jade.
The morning breeze does not dispel a thousand points of sorrow; the overnight rain adds another trace of tears.
Leaning alone against the painted railing as if with intention, the clear sound of the pestle and the mournful flute send off the dusk."
Everyone read Daiyu's poem: "
Half-rolled bamboo curtain, half-closed door; ice ground into soil, jade into a basin.
Stealing three parts whiteness from pear blossoms, borrowing a wisp of soul from plum blossoms."
Everyone exclaimed in admiration. Then they read: "The fairy in the moon palace sews white robes; the autumn maiden wipes away tears.
Shy and silent, to whom can she confide? Wearily leaning against the west wind, night has fallen."
Then they read Xichun's: "The immortal descended to the capital yesterday, planting a pot of jade from Lantian.
It's because the frost goddess prefers the cold, not because the beautiful maiden's soul has departed.
Autumn shadows present snow from where? Rain stains add to the traces of the previous night.
Yet the poet is pleased that he never tires of reciting; how could he let loneliness pass through dawn and dusk?"
Finally, they read Li Xiangyun's: "The steps of fragrant herbs lead to the ivy-covered gate; suitable for the corner of the wall, suitable for a pot.
Flowers, because they love purity, find it hard to find a mate; people, because they grieve for autumn, easily lose their souls.
The jade candle drips dry tears in the wind; the crystal curtain breaks the traces of the moon.
She wants to tell her deep feelings to Chang'e, but alas, the empty corridor is shrouded in darkness."
Once the poems were finished, the difference in quality was obvious. Envious gazes filled the room, focusing on Daiyu and me. "This is nothing
," I thought, "just a small test." Yuan Chun said with utmost approval, "This time
, the first place in the poetry competition deserves to go to Qianren." She then smiled.
At this moment, Jia Yu stood up and said, "Since you are so talented, I have a favor to ask. Could you, Qianren, the winner of this poetry competition, compose
another poem on the theme of 'Ode to the Lotus,' within a seven-step time limit? What do you say?"
"Hmph, that's not difficult for me," I said, feigning deep thought. Then I picked up paper and pen.
After all, the Jia family mansion in May was a sight unlike any other season.
The lotus leaves stretched endlessly to the sky, a boundless green, while the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, were a vibrant red.
"Excellent! Truly excellent! Wonderful, truly wonderful! What a beautiful 'lotus blossoms in the sunlight, exceptionally red'!"
"Excellent! Brother Shi and his wife's talent is beyond our reach, we sisters are truly humbled."
After seeing my poem "Ode to the Lotus," not one of the sisters failed to praise it, not one failed to admire and
envy me. I wonder how many young girls will dream of me tonight, for "judging people by their talent"
is the theme of this world.
After dinner, I went to my little house. The courtyard was quiet; the weary Xueyan had already drifted into
a sweet dream. I closed the door and sat down beside Daiyu.
The moonlight spilled onto the ground like quicksilver.
"Qianren, I never imagined you were so talented. It seems all the young ladies of the Jia family admire you greatly; even I
was outshone by you in this poetry gathering."
"You know, in that world, I absorbed five thousand years of Chinese culture; my knowledge is certainly
more profound than anyone else in this world."
"That's good. Now I have my chance for revenge. We are now husband and wife; I hope my husband will not
betray me." As she finished speaking, Daiyu's eyes reddened, and tears welled up.
"I, Shi Qianren, swear today that I will never betray Daiyu in this life, and I will definitely avenge Daiyu. If
I break this vow, may I be struck by lightning..." Before I could finish, a slender hand covered my mouth.
I quickly got up, but lost my balance and fell onto the bed behind me, landing on Daiyu.
Everything happened so naturally. Daiyu pressed against my chest, her head resting on my right arm, her right finger
drawing circles on my chest.
"My lord," said the woman, "you said your special ability requires the virginity of forty-nine virgins to recover. I wonder, if you married
forty-nine wives, could you still manage? Our Han family has a family secret technique called 'Yin Yang Bu
Xi' (Unceasing Yin and Yang), a Taoist dual cultivation method. After mastering this method, when a man and woman unite, their yin and yang complement each other, creating an
endless cycle of life. The man can then maintain his virginity for a long time without ejaculating. I think it's most suitable for you to cultivate."
"If there really is such a skill, then that would be wonderful."
"I'll tell you the incantation; you must practice diligently!" 　　 That
night, under my cultivation, Daiyu reached peak after peak. And my "Yin Yang Bu
Xi" technique also made some progress; during the time leading up to dawn, I tirelessly cultivated Daiyu's body without any intention of ejaculating.
(To be continued)

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