[Strange Events of the Republic of China Era] (Part 2)

Last time, we talked about how Wang Biao opened a theater in the countryside, where his three wives would strip naked and perform
obscene acts for the audience, making a fortune. He thought that if he could do this in the countryside, he could surely make a fortune if he returned to town
, opened a theater, hired women to perform these kinds of erotic plays, and become incredibly wealthy. Knowing
that this was urgent, Wang Biao suspended his rural performances and returned to town with his three wives to set up this unusual
theater. To avoid repeating his mistakes, Wang Biao spent a considerable sum to obtain
a permit to open a theater from the most influential figure in the surrounding area—Commander Zhang of the revolutionary army.
Commander Zhang, a former official, was quick to seize opportunities and transformed himself into a revolutionary leading an
uprising, reportedly highly regarded by Governor Bai of the province. Commander Zhang was currently stationed in Guding Town, overseeing
all affairs of the surrounding townships and villages, making him a virtually all-powerful figure. After much deliberation, Wang Biao arranged for Commander Zhang to be away
, hoping he would "coincidentally" meet Wang Guifang. Wang Guifang, already voluptuous and alluring,
had deliberately dressed in a fashionable and alluring manner. Upon meeting her, he was immediately captivated and refused to look away. Half-heartedly,
he entered the commander's residence and became his temporary wife for a few days. Commander Zhang, a man of bisexual nature,
loved both wet vulvas and tight anuses. He opened both of Wang Guifang's orifices countless
times, and, satisfied, gave her husband a chance to meet her. Wang Biao used all his persuasive skills,
describing the unseen theater in glowing terms, and even invested heavily, giving Commander Zhang a 40% stake. Finally, he
convinced Commander Zhang and obtained a special permit.
Wang Guifang felt bad about the shares she had received. When she got home, she complained, "He's fucked me dozens of times these past few days, my ass is
practically turned inside out! I barely managed to get my intestines back in when I was defecating just now. It's so frustrating! And yet, I
still have to give him so many shares. He really doesn't value money!"
Wang Biao said, "You woman, you're so short-sighted! Others wouldn't even have the opportunity to give such shares. Besides,
you think these shares are free? If business is good later, who knows if someone will be greedy and try to take them from you?
The situation is so chaotic right now, there's no place to reason with them. You might end up losing both your money and your reputation . This
is called buying a peace charm. Think about it, Commander Zhang has invested in our theater. Who would dare not come to support
us? You're not worried about not making money."
After hearing his reasoning, the three wives understood. Wang Guifang said, "..." " That's right. As long as we latch onto
Commander Zhang's powerful backing, we'll have no trouble making money." The four discussed the matter in detail and then began preparations
. With Commander Zhang's order, things proceeded smoothly.
The original brothel had already been occupied by the soldiers and converted into barracks. Wang Biao didn't bother to ask for it back and instead bought
a quiet spot in the east of town to build a large theater. Originally, they were going to hire bricklayers, but Wang Guifang had been
a guest at the commander's mansion for a few days. With a single order from Commander Zhang, the soldiers of the hundred or so supply battalions became unpaid laborers,
saving them the labor costs. The four were overjoyed.
The stage was enclosed, with a roof and a central structure supported by thick wooden pillars. The walls were covered with oilcloth, making it
impervious to wind and rain. The plan was to build higher walls later, once money was made. The floor, modeled after city theaters
, was tiered, with a lower front and higher back, accommodating hundreds of people without obstruction. At the very front of the stage were two rows of first-class seats,
separated by thin wooden planks, ensuring privacy for all. Each seat could accommodate two or three people, convenient for bringing female companions. In addition
, a second floor was built, suspended directly above the first-class seats, less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) off the ground
. This second floor provided several private, first-class rooms, each accommodating
four or five people, reserved for VIPs.
Seeing that the stage was nearly complete, Wang Biao and Wang Guifang traveled to County A in a neighboring province to purchase
female performers.
The revolution was just beginning, and many outdated customs and practices had not yet been thoroughly eradicated. County A was no exception;
opium dens, casinos, and brothels were still operating as usual, though the atmosphere was unsettled, leading to considerable decline. Wang Biao had
a close aunt, known as Mrs. Chen, who ran a small brothel in County A called Yiqinglou
. She had once been a top courtesan, and after redeeming herself, she opened this brothel, employing
dozens of prostitutes. While their looks weren't top-tier, they were certainly far superior to Wang Biao's Lihongyuan.
Mrs. Chen and Wang Biao hadn't seen each other for many years, and she was overjoyed to see her nephew and aunt.
She quickly invited them to a private room for hospitality. Wang Biao shared his recent experiences with her, and
at one point, he shed a few tears, becoming exceptionally close to her. Although his aunt was just a madam, she was a knowledgeable
woman. She had attended a private school for a few years, could read, and often bought newspapers to read. She was very interested in the
revolutionary activities across the country and knew that outside of County A, drugs, gambling, and prostitution were generally prohibited. She thought to herself that she had already amassed a
considerable fortune, enough to live comfortably for the rest of her life, and there was no need to risk her life for money. She had long considered retiring from this life of crime
. Hearing him talk about the situation in Anyang, and knowing that the revolution was imminent, she became even more determined.
Mrs. Chen said, "My dear son, your aunt has saved up quite a bit of money over the years.
I won't have to worry about food, clothing, or daily necessities for the rest of my life. It's just that I've always been reluctant to part with this Yiqing Pavilion I established. Judging from the current situation
, if this place continues to operate, it might be dragged to the execution ground by the revolutionaries one day. But if it closes down,
how will these girls live? These days, I'm truly worried sick. Since you've hooked up with that Commander Zhang,
how about this: you can take any of the girls here, except those who want to leave the profession. If I ever have a hard time in the future
, I'll come to Anyang to find you to live with in my old age. Please don't forget me."
Wang Biao had originally only wanted his aunt to act as a middleman to buy some women elsewhere, but now that he could save a lot of money,
he was extremely willing. He immediately pulled Wang Guifang down to kneel down, kowtowed several times, and squeezed out
a few tears, saying, "..." "Auntie, what are you saying? You are my own mother. If I don't take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days, may I be
struck by lightning!"
Mrs. Chen was a decisive woman. Having made up her mind, she summoned all the girls.
The situation has been turbulent these days, and business in the courtyard has been slow to begin with. It's morning now, and they haven't opened for business yet. These prostitutes
are all yawning and gossiping in the flower hall. Some of the more astute ones have already sensed something is wrong, and all their
sleepiness has vanished. They just stare at Mrs. Chen, waiting to see what she has to say.
Mrs. Chen clapped her hands, and the hall immediately fell silent. She said, "Everyone knows the current situation.
Revolutions are happening all over the country. The Qing Dynasty is clearly on its last legs.
We don't understand what revolution is, but we can see it for ourselves. Wherever there's a revolution, to be honest, they're cracking down on
drugs, gambling, and prostitution, supposedly to clean up the social atmosphere. My nephew just came from Anyang. They've not only
closed all the brothels there, but they've also picked out and shot many of the girls. It's truly tragic! Our county is
doing alright for now, but if this brothel continues operating, I'm afraid it will bring trouble upon us and ruin everyone's lives!
"
The prostitutes panicked and asked, "Mama, what should we do?"
Some of the more timid ones even went limp, crying, "Please, Mama, show us a way to survive!"
Mrs. Chen said, "..." "Don't panic, everyone. I've thought it over and have prepared a way for you. My
nephew runs a large theater in Anyang and is short-staffed. Whether you're a girl or a servant, you can
go with him if you're willing. He'll guarantee you a comfortable life. If you want another way out, I've also prepared some
money for you to go and become a respectable woman."
Hearing Mrs. Chen
say this, the girls felt a little more at ease. Mrs. Chen reassured them for a while, and apart from three or four who said they wanted to leave the theater,
the remaining twenty or so girls all said they were willing to go with Wang Biao, but they were afraid they wouldn't be able to sing well and would be scolded by him later
.
Wang Biao stepped forward and laughed, "Singing in my theater is the most pleasant thing imaginable. Looks aren't important, and
you don't have to serve anyone in bed. You just need to know a few lines; whether you sing well or not is another matter."
One of the prostitutes asked, "Isn't that too good to be true? If everyone just sings haphazardly, who would want to come?
Wouldn't we go broke?"
Wang Biao laughed, "My theater has a unique feature that other places don't have: the women on stage
wear less and less clothing as they sing. Do you think anyone would come?"
The prostitutes then understood what kind of place his theater was and laughed, "We may not know anything else,
but we're extremely skilled at undressing."
One of the more astute ones asked, "We've heard that the revolutionaries hate brothels and other places of pleasure. If this theater
performs erotic plays, they might cause trouble. What should we do?"
Wang Biao laughed, "The revolutionaries only talk about banning prostitution, but my theater is more than respectable." He lowered his voice again
and said, "There's something I need to tell everyone, but please don't spread it around. The big boss of this theater is
Commander Zhang from Anyang. He has thousands of men under his command. If we're talking about revolutionaries, he's the biggest revolutionary. Forget revolutionaries,
even ordinary scoundrels wouldn't dare to mess with Commander Zhang."
The crowd immediately felt reassured and said, "With Commander Zhang as the boss, we'll be fine." Even those who
wanted to reform changed their minds and said they were willing to go to Anyang with him to perform.
Wang Biao was overjoyed and used his silver tongue to boast about the theater, saying, "Thank you all for your support.
I, Wang Biao, will certainly not let you down. As long as you are here today, I will guarantee you a life of luxury and wealth
. If you work here for five years, you can stay or leave at your own discretion. I welcome you to stay and earn lots of money, and if you want to
live a carefree life after saving enough money, I will not stop you."
He then registered the girls. According to the rules of the trade, all new girls had to strip naked when they were registered, and a
special person would examine their private parts to check for body odor, hemorrhoids, or gynecological diseases. Even a few moles on their vulva
had to be recorded. Out of politeness, Wang Biao told his aunt that he would only need to record names for now, and the detailed register would simply
be copied from her roster. However, Mrs. Chen advised, "That's extremely inappropriate. Since you're in this
line of work, you can't break the rules. Today is the auspicious day for the completion of your theater troupe. Everything starts anew. Not only should you
examine them, but you should examine them thoroughly." She then whispered in his ear, "Later, you should personally examine them. Everyone should be inside you during the examination.
With this courtesy, the girls will feel at ease."
Before Wang Biao could speak, Mrs. Chen stepped forward and announced loudly, "The sooner the better. Let's examine them and register them right here in this hall
. Girls, those who need to wash, go wash; those who need to undress, undress. Let Boss Wang examine you thoroughly, inside and out
. After the examination, you'll be Boss Wang's women."
A mischievous girl laughed, "How will they examine you inside? I'm afraid they'll use Boss Wang's...things, won't they?"
Mrs. Chen laughed and scolded, "..." "All you do is chew maggots, what else can you use? I'll take a fire poker and give you a good thrashing
, you want some?" He then said to Wang Guifang, "Don't blame your aunt, those in this line of work can't avoid these things
."
Wang Guifang laughed, "Aunt is doing this for our own good. Guifang can at least tell right from wrong. Those who do great things
can't just focus on their families."
The prostitutes laughed and went back to their rooms to wash themselves. Some even used warm water to wash their anuses.
They were all experienced and knew the tricks of the trade during the physical examination. It would be embarrassing if they produced something unsightly.
These prostitutes lived a life of fickle lovers, relying on their bodies to earn money. A pair of jade arms had been
the pillow of a thousand men, and a few red lips had been tasted by ten thousand men. They were all veterans of the pleasure quarters, and they didn't have the slightest shamelessness.
Soon, they were all naked and crowded in the flower hall, waiting for Wang Biao to examine and register them.
The prostitutes lined up in front of Wang Biao, each taking turns to approach him, striking alluring poses and
revealing every part of their bodies. Wang Biao glanced at them, then went forward and kneaded their breasts to test their softness and firmness,
then parted their vulvas and buttocks to examine their genitals for any abnormalities, occasionally fiddling with and playing with them. Afterwards, the prostitute ...Sitting on a chair nearby, legs raised high and spread apart, exposing her genitals 　　, she had Vaseline applied to her vulva or anus before he inserted his penis. Everyone knew this wasn't ordinary intercourse; it was just a matter of insertion and thrusting.

Seven or eight times, just to check the tightness and temperature inside, each person used their skills. After checking more than twenty people, he
was squeezed out several times to ejaculate.
Wang Guifang sat to the side, writing a register. She had studied in a private school and could read. She had also helped organize the roster in her family's brothel before,
so she was very familiar with it. She recorded their appearance, height, weight, and skin color in
the register, in a general format like this.
Zhu Shumei, born in the year of Ren Chen, twenty-eight years old, oval face, thick black hair, thin eyebrows, phoenix eyes,
a small mole on the corner of her left eye, slightly raised nose, slightly large mouth, full lips, white and even teeth, fair complexion, plump figure,
fine armpit hair, about an inch and a half long, six feet one inch tall, round lower abdomen, plump buttocks, and a birthmark the size of a copper coin on her right buttock
. The description of a prostitute named Zhu Shumei is as follows: She had recently had an abortion, hence her large breasts with milk, but her vagina was somewhat loose, making intercourse difficult. Each breast weighed approximately 1.5 pounds
and produced a large amount of milk. Her mons pubis was thick and high, slightly dark in color, with light-colored, sparse, and slightly
curled pubic hair. Her labia were thick and short, usually not closed, with the opening partially open and fleshy. She had a slight uterine prolapse
. During intercourse, her vagina was relatively soft, with a slightly tighter opening at the vulva, allowing the glans penis to touch the uterus. The vagina felt warm and cool. She had hemorrhoids at her anus, which allowed for intercourse; the vagina
was tight and smooth.
A note added: "Skilled in singing, can perform on stage."
This was a general description of a prostitute named Zhu Shumei. She had recently had an abortion, hence her large breasts with
milk, but her vulva was somewhat loose, hindering intercourse. There were several prostitutes like her. After examining
each prostitute, Wang Biao would ask if she was willing to perform on stage or accompany people to watch plays. Those willing to perform on stage endured
a slightly more arduous task. They not only had to practice the scripts but also devise numerous erotic techniques. The advantage was that they didn't need to
have intercourse; their vaginas didn't require a real penis. Those who watched the performance from the audience didn't suffer this hardship, but they did need to have intercourse.
This was further divided into two types: those with beautiful appearances and skilled in seductive arts accompanied VIPs in upstairs private rooms, similar to their usual clientele; the rest
had a more difficult task, having to lie prone in front of the first-class seats, only their buttocks protruding, using their vaginas to hold a penis.
After the twenty-eight prostitutes underwent physical examinations, ten were willing to perform on stage. Most were older prostitutes around thirty years old
, had had seven or eight abortions, had large breasts and buttocks, and loose vaginas. Many suffered from gynecological problems such as uterine prolapse, but they
were all extremely skilled in opera and only needed some conditioning before they could perform on stage.
Of the remaining eighteen, seven or eight were exquisitely beautiful, with tight vaginas and skilled in intercourse, so they were arranged
to accompany distinguished guests in private rooms. The remaining ten could only work downstairs as penitents.
After completing the register, Wang Biao had a clear idea of the situation. He thanked his aunt repeatedly and immediately paid for
a lavish banquet at the Yiqing Pavilion. He invited all the servants and guards who were willing to go with him to the table, toasted each girl
, and treated everyone to a hearty meal. During the banquet, Mrs. Chen distributed the severance pay,
and everyone shed a few tears, recalling the joys and sorrows of the past.
After the banquet, Wang Biao gave everyone the detailed address and gave each person a generous amount of travel expenses. Given the chaotic situation
, he feared that dozens of women traveling together would attract too much trouble, so he arranged for them to be in groups of three to five, each group
accompanied by a guard in case of unforeseen circumstances on the road. After tearfully bidding farewell to his aunt, he took Wang Guifang and set off first.
The couple saved a considerable sum of money and then, along the way, bought over ten well-proportioned, large-
breasted girls from several brothels. While other brothels only wanted untouched virgins, preferably with slightly perky breasts and tightly closed legs,
he specifically chose girls who were exceptionally well-developed and had been deflowered early. Each girl had large, plump breasts that looked as if
they had been breastfed, and a vulva as open as a teacup. These girls were only fourteen
or fifteen years old, yet they already possessed such well-developed genitals; who knew how wide and loose they would become in the future
? They would surely be used once and then have no further desires. This saved Wang Biao a considerable amount of money; buying fifteen girls cost him
less than a thousand silver dollars.
After more than two months of preparation, Wang Biao and his wife settled the girls in, carefully
instructing them, hiring musicians, and then choosing an auspicious day to open their business.
On opening day, Wang Biao chose an auspicious time in the morning to set off a few strings of firecrackers. Taking advantage of Commander Zhang
's influence, he invited a group of distinguished guests to grace the event. These were all respectable people of status, most of whom lived in the county and were rarely
seen in town; it was truly thanks to Commander Zhang's influence. Anyone in town with any standing dared not disrespect Commander Zhang
, and they all rushed to buy tickets, selling out hundreds in no time. Those without tickets gathered outside
to watch the spectacle, crowding the theater. Apart from a few who had traveled outside the town and had some worldly experience, who had ever seen such
a tall building?
The five gilded characters "Qiqu Grand Theater" hung high above the theater, about three stories off the ground.
Everyone who looked up nodded in admiration, praising the theater's magnificent scale. To the left and
right of the entrance were two huge watercolor paintings depicting beautiful women in theatrical costumes, their expressions alluring and their figures
seductive. Those who could read knew the inscriptions read, "Combining Western nudes with the essence of Chinese art, showcasing
the magic of the female body," and "Famous actors from the provincial capital set aside their shame, dedicating themselves to art, revealing the true secrets of women." One painting
also depicted a nude woman sitting on a bench with her legs spread, though the most important parts were obscured by the inscriptions.
The onlookers sighed with disappointment, their anticipation growing even stronger.
The distinguished guests naturally entered first, following Commander Zhang into the VIP rooms on the second floor. Wang Biao and Wang
Guifang accompanied Commander Zhang into the central private room, number one. Commander Zhang laughed and said, "You did the right thing this time.
Let me tell you, Brother Wang, this is revolutionary time now, everything needs a new look, even opening a brothel requires a
new approach! Isn't this great? Prostitutes selling their bodies is a natural thing, but Governor Bai
has given a strict order against opening brothels, so we'll find a different way to sell them. This is called civilized performance, it doesn't matter!
But I say, watching a play is one thing, but civilized people like us with status can also arrange some
entertainment to relax!"
Wang Biao nodded repeatedly in agreement, gave his wife a wink, and then Wang Guifang stepped forward, took Commander Zhang
's arm, and said with a charming smile, "What Commander Zhang said is naturally the most reasonable, but I don't understand anything about revolution."
"This is important! I only know that today's play is truly wonderful. I wonder if I, your humble servant, will have the honor of accompanying you to
see the play, Commander?"
Commander Zhang stared at the woman's swollen breasts, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile, and said repeatedly, "Madam Wang
, what are you saying? This commander is most approachable. Would you please explain the play to me, Madam?"
Leaving aside Wang Guifang's dealings with Commander Zhang in the VIP room, Wang Biao went back upstairs and settled several distinguished
guests from the county. He sent three women into each private room: a beautiful woman and two
maids of decent appearance. He bought these maids not for them to have sex with men, but for another purpose.
These maids had all been trained by Wang Biao, and their genitals were like a large bowl compared to a teacup compared to girls of the same age
. He had a carpenter make dozens of wooden pegs of varying thicknesses, all imitating... The shape of the male phallus was polished
to an extremely smooth and glossy finish. The thinnest was about the same thickness as an average man's penis, while the thickest was as thick as a man's arm. He categorized
the wooden pegs into several grades based on their thickness, requiring the girls to insert them into their genitals every day,
forbidding them from removing them except during menstruation, even while sleeping. Those who could only insert the thinnest pegs
received the worst food and clothing; those who could insert the thickest were better off; and those who could insert the thickest pegs could enjoy themselves with the prostitutes.
In modern terms... These prostitutes were permanent employees with official positions, while these girls were temporary
workers without official status, only enjoying some of the benefits of permanent employees. Lured by fine clothes and sumptuous meals, these girls were all recklessly sexually exploitative. Within a
month or so, their vaginas were stretched loose and saggy, almost like the vaginas of a woman who had given birth several times. According to
Wang Guifang, how loose did it have to be to be considered acceptable? At least a whole hand could be inserted. Those prostitutes
seemed too cruel to look at; they were people who made their living off their vaginas. If the vaginal opening were so loose that a hand could fit
inside, there would be no business. These girls, however, didn't think so much. Although they suffered some hardship, they were
well-fed and clothed in fine fabrics every day, so none of them complained.
Wang Biao, using his silver tongue, told the distinguished guests, "Today the weather is cold, and to prevent your
hands from getting cold while watching the play, our theater has specially provided two hand-warming maids in addition to the girls accompanying you. These hand-warming maids
are all exceptionally talented individuals, among hundreds and thousands..." He feared he wouldn't find one, but the beauty lay in their youth;
their lower orifices, though large, were capable of opening wide, wide enough to allow a man to place his hand inside, to experience
the warmth and softness of a woman's intimate parts—a truly refined affair. These maids had already
shaved and washed their genitals clean, leaving not a single hair, and had applied Vaseline to both the inside and outside of their vulva
. They stood obediently to the side, their legs tightly pressed together. He lifted the maids' skirts for the distinguished guest to admire, and there he saw… Beneath her skirt
, she was completely naked, her waist smooth and bare, revealing a white, hairless cleft, like that of a seven or eight-year-old girl—truly adorable
. The guests were all delighted, praising his thoughtfulness.
After he left, the distinguished guests took their seats, and the door closed. The two maids then removed their skirts, one on the left and one
on the right, kneeling in front of the guests with their backs to them. They raised their plump, white buttocks high, their hands reaching behind
their backs to spread their glossy, hairless vulva wide open, instantly revealing a bright red, toothless mouth, for all to see… Everyone who came marveled
at it, but once they actually put their hands inside, the sensation was truly unique. The noblemen on the second floor had their hands each inside
the hot, moist vulvas of the maids, each beside a beautiful, alluring woman. The pleasure was indescribable
. Although the show hadn't even started yet, they all felt that Wang Biao was a man who knew how to get things done and
was someone worth befriending.
Theater tickets were priced from one to ten yuan depending on the seating, and the private rooms on the second floor were
charged separately. Even so, the theater was packed with people, to the point where tickets were extremely difficult to obtain. Aside from the first-class seats, the first
few rows were specially arranged with double seats. Although the theater didn't provide prostitutes, audience members could bring one
female companion.
At the appointed time, the doors closed tightly, and the theater suddenly dimmed, allowing only a faint view
of the surroundings. The stage at the front, however, was brightly lit. Wang Biao stood on the stage, repeatedly bowing in greeting. Once
the commotion below subsided, he announced loudly: "Today is the auspicious opening day of the Qiqu Grand Theater. Here, I sincerely thank all the gentlemen and dignitaries for coming to support us, and especially thank Commander Zhang for his 　　strong support
of our theater !"
"As he spoke, he led the applause. Commander Zhang, who was in the VIP box, was groping Wang Guifang. Hearing
this, he straightened his clothes, stood up, and waved to the audience. Although they couldn't see him, the applause suddenly
rose, everyone clapping as if their hands were about to swell.
Wang Biao continued, "Everyone knows that this is a revolutionary period, so everything must have a new
look. Under Commander Zhang's leadership, life in our town is getting better and better, so I thought I should contribute to this
revolutionary cause. Now is an era that values high art. I heard that in the West,
a woman's body without clothes is called the human body, and it's a remarkable art. The most beautiful goddess in the West is called
Venus, and she is naked. So I had an idea to
combine this high art of the West with our Chinese opera and introduce it to our Guding Town, so that everyone
can enjoy it and appreciate this art of the human body. Good!" "Without further ado, let the show begin!" With that, he stepped off the stage.
These words were pre-written by Wang Guifang, and it seemed to have a good reception. Commander Zhang in the private room nodded
repeatedly. If it weren't for his wife nestled in his arms, her body heaving, Wang Biao would have been even
happier.
Wang Guifang and Commander Zhang were old hands at this; she had even done his anus countless times. They were already very familiar with each other. As soon as
the door to the private room closed, Commander Zhang saw two braziers inside, providing ample warmth. He then shamelessly
pulled his pants down to his thighs, revealing his erect penis. He patted his hairy legs and laughed, "How about this
flesh chair of mine? Please, madam, take a seat. " Wang Guifang
spat at him lightly, lifted her cheongsam to her waist, revealing her bare white buttocks. She had been
prepared all along, not even wearing underwear. She lifted her leg and straddled Commander Zhang's waist, one hand reaching behind her buttocks.
Holding his dark, hard penis, she positioned the stiff glans against her vaginal opening, then sat down. The
sticky, vertical slit parted, and his entire penis was slipped into her hot vagina.
Commander Zhang cried out in pleasure, "It's been several days since I've seen you, Madam. Your
treasure is still as wonderful as ever! Just sitting here like this has immediately alleviated my lovesickness!"
Wang Guifang playfully retorted, "Are you longing for me or for this cunt? I think you're only thinking about it.
Why don't you cut it off and give it to me? You can wear it every day and you won't suffer from lovesickness."
Commander Zhang laughed, "I miss both! I miss both! You're good, but your cunt is even better!" The two then continued their intercourse,
teasing each other.
Wang Guifang straddled him and thrust a few dozen times, feeling somewhat tired. She said, "I've come up with another
brilliant idea these past few days. Commander Zhang, would you like to try it?"
Commander Zhang nodded and said, "What you've thought of, Madam, is certainly good."
Wang Guifang clapped her hands, and a maidservant standing nearby came over, squatted down in front of them, took out
a small iron box, and rubbed some ointment-like substance on her hands.
Commander Zhang asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Wang Guifang said, "Commander Zhang is really impatient. Let's just stay still for a while, and you'll see how
wonderful it is."
The maidservant rubbed Vaseline on her hands, pinched her right fingers together, placed them against Wang Guifang's anus, and began to
slowly rotate and squeeze it in. The two of them had already practiced several times, and soon, they had inserted the thickest part of her palm. Wang
Guifang frowned slightly, clenched her teeth, and only after her entire palm was inserted into her anus did she let out a heavy sigh
.
The woman's vagina and rectum are separated by only a thin layer of skin. When the girl inserted her hand, it scraped against
Wang Guifang's penis inside her vagina through this skin. Commander Zhang groaned several times in pleasure, praising, "A good method,
a truly good method, but it must be hard on you, Madam."
Wang Guifang said, "As long as Commander is happy, what does this little bit of hardship matter? Commander, just enjoy yourself.
The real pleasure is yet to come."
The girl stopped after about half of her forearm was inside Wang Guifang's anus. She groped for a moment and whispered,
"Found it!" She spread her five fingers and grasped Wang Guifang's pear-shaped uterus through the rectal skin, then slowly
pulled it out.
Commander Zhang felt that Madam Wang's vagina had never been so tight. Although the girl's arm was thin, it was still
larger than a man's penis. Inserted into the anus, which was separated from the vulva by only a thin layer of skin, it squeezed the vagina in front of her extremely
tightly, as if it were being tightly gripped by a hand. The girl grasped Wang's uterus, placing her plump cervix against
Commander Zhang's glans, and began to slowly rotate and rub it. The cervix was smooth yet firm, and the friction against his urethral opening sent a
tingling, numbing sensation through him, making him feel as if he were ascending to heaven.
Wang Guifang had suffered from uterine prolapse since her teens, often letting her uterus prolapse to the vaginal opening and playing with it. Therefore,
although she had never given birth, her cervix was different from that of ordinary women who had never given birth, having
an opening about two fingers wide. Wang Biao often inserted his glans into it to play with. However, she and Commander Zhang had been using
this trick all this time, saving it for today to give him a real shock.
Wang Guifang laughed, "How about my method, little sister?"
Commander Zhang grinned from ear to ear, repeatedly saying, "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful! It feels like the madam's inside is
biting, it's making me lose my mind."
Wang Guifang smiled faintly, "There's something even more wonderful." She gestured for the maid to begin. The maid grasped her
uterus, slightly aligned it, and then pulled outwards with force. Wang Guifang's brow furrowed slightly but then relaxed, truly
a composed and capable woman. Commander Zhang, however, cried out, feeling his glans break through a tight
fleshy barrier and enter an extremely tight and hot cavity, actually being swallowed by her cervix.
Commander Zhang felt his brother's head suddenly slide through an extremely tight opening, causing
a slight pain, before entering a slippery, tight cavity. His glans was
gripped tightly by the hot flesh, a sensation completely different from the usual feeling inside a woman's vagina. The fleshy groove beneath the glans
was tightly constricted by the outer edge of the opening, preventing blood flow, causing his penis to thicken further. It was a truly unprecedented experience, and he inwardly
praised Madam Wang as a remarkable woman.
The maid gently stroked his uterus, as if firing a handgun through a layer of flesh. Wang
Guifang laughed, "This method is good because neither of us needs to exert any effort to be happy, so Commander Zhang can
watch the play in peace!"
Commander Zhang nodded repeatedly, saying, "Madam is right, Madam is right indeed."
The first play was about Wu Song's furious killing of Pan Jinlian. This was a local erotic play, telling the story of how Pan Jinlian, under
the instigation of Wang Po, seduced Ximen Qing, and was eventually killed by Wu Song. The play was very obscene and explicit, and was usually
sung by prostitutes in private settings. Respectable actors would never sing it. Most of the audience had heard it before
, but today someone was performing it in a grand theater, which was really novel. Everyone was eagerly
waiting for the show to begin.
As soon as the woman playing Pan Jinlian stepped onto the stage, the audience cheered in unison. Her face was small
and delicate, lightly powdered, with expressive eyes beneath willow-leaf eyebrows. Her slightly parted lips revealed pearly white teeth, and her high-piled
hair was adorned with gold hairpins. She was truly a beauty with a face like a peach blossom. But that wasn't all; her attire was extremely daring
. She wore a thin silk blouse with a wide, rounded opening at the shoulders, ending only at the top of her thighs,
revealing her snow-white arms and shapely, firm thighs. The blouse was fastened only at the waist, and the rest of the garment was slightly
open, vaguely revealing her snow-white body beneath. It seemed that she wore nothing else but this garment.
The woman playing Pan Jinlian was named Qian Hui, just thirty years old, and one of the prostitutes willing to perform on stage,
as recorded in the roster.Qian Hui, born in the year of Renyin, is thirty years old. She has an oval face, thick black hair, long and slender arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes 　　, a prominent nose, a small mouth, full lips, white and even teeth, a fair complexion, a slightly plump figure, and fine armpit hair about an inch and a half long. She is tall.

She was six feet three inches tall, with a slender waist, flat abdomen, and high hips, and no birthmarks on her body. Her breasts were extremely large and round
, slightly drooping, with large, reddish-black nipples about the size of a little finger tip, and areolas about the size of an oval. Her breasts weighed about two pounds each and produced a large amount of milk. Her mons pubis was thick and
slightly dark in color, with dense pubic hair extending to her anus. Her labia majora were thick and long, usually not closed, with a wide-open vulva and fleshy
protrusions. She had vulvar prolapse, with her uterus protruding nearly halfway out of the vulva. Her vulva was cool and loose, making intercourse difficult. Her anus was suitable for intercourse, being tight, narrow, and
smooth. Note: She was extremely skilled at singing and willing to perform on stage.
This Qian Hui was beautiful, sang exceptionally well, had a pair of soft, plump breasts, and originally possessed a
tight vulva. She was quite famous among the top courtesans of the Yiqing Pavilion because of her singing,
but her naturally fiery temper was her downfall. Years ago, she had offended a scoundrel. One day, when she went out, he had someone put
a sack over her head and drag her away. He didn't beat or kill her, but had seven or eight big-breasted men take turns raping her all night long, not letting
her rest for a moment. Her vagina was swollen and red from the rape, and they used all sorts of things to play with her. At first, it was just
cucumbers and eggplants, but later they even stuffed shoes and hats into it, stretching her vagina open to the
size of a woman giving birth. Then they made her give birth to these miscellaneous things one by one. They played with her like this for several days before letting her go.
Although she was physically unharmed, her manhood was damaged. It could never return to its original tightness, becoming
loose and wide, and she also developed uterine prolapse, which greatly affected her business. Fortunately, she had a delicate
face and could sing. When Wang Biao's theater was recruiting, she was exactly what he wanted. After a short audition,
she stood out and was made the lead actress.
She sang on stage for a while, the gist of which was self-pity, complaining about Wu Dalang's short stature and ugly appearance,
and pitying herself, a beautiful young woman, who was like a widow, suffering sleepless nights
, wasting the youthful body given to her by her parents.
This self-pitying scene of Pan Jinlian was to be sung about thirteen parts of a woman's body from head to toe: hair, face, neck,
arms, hands, breasts, waist, hips, legs, feet, and genitals. Qian Hui was excellent in both singing and acting; each time she sang about a particular part of the body,
she would gently touch that area, swaying her hips and twisting her waist, displaying a truly seductive and alluring manner. After she finished singing about hair, face,
neck, arms, and hands, she was about to sing about breasts. The audience, who had heard this play before, became restless, their eyes wide with anticipation to see
how she would move.
As expected, she sang, "My fragrant, soft, fluffy breasts are like a pair of freshly steamed white buns,
tender as chicken head meat, smooth as crisp pastry." She then lifted her blouse to the sides,
revealing her previously barely visible snow-white breasts, displaying her two extremely well-developed and plump breasts to the audience.
A burst of cheers erupted from the audience, almost lifting the roof off the stage. A moment later, they fell silent, everyone holding their breath,
eyes wide as they watched her touch her breasts.
Her skin was already extremely fair, and now, with her two mounds of white flesh exposed, they almost dazzled the audience
. Her breasts were slightly thinner at the base, large and round, white and swollen, hanging from her chest, swaying back
and forth, exuding a strong sexual aura. One look at them inevitably evoked the words "mature and voluptuous," arousing
a strong desire to have intercourse with her—truly a pair of exquisite whore's breasts. The flaw in her breasts was that her nipples, having been suckled
so much, were enlarged and dark red, resembling two large dates—a common ailment among prostitutes, incurable. Before going on stage, she
deliberately applied rouge to her nipples and areolas, making them appear bright red and glistening, like the
red tip of a freshly steamed bun.
She supported the lower part of one breast with one hand and gently squeezed the upper part of the breast with the other. Soon, a few drops of white fluid
oozed from the nipple, conspicuously hanging on the bright red tip. A sharp-eyed person sitting near the front exclaimed
, "This woman has milk! Milk is coming out of her nipples!" The entire audience immediately stirred again, filled with a
heated atmosphere.
In truth, three or four out of ten prostitutes could produce milk; it wasn't unusual. Qian Hui
had just had an abortion a few months ago. In her line of work, she had to have sex with men every day, inevitably resulting in
semen being ejaculated inside her. Even after washing and taking birth control pills, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't leak.
Therefore, abortions were as common as drinking water and eating; she had one or two abortions every year. Which brothel's latrine didn't
bury countless unborn fetuses? It had been like this for thousands of years.
As for women producing milk, there were differences in timing. Some women started producing milk after one or two months of pregnancy
, while others didn't produce milk until after childbirth. Qian Hui was one of the early milk producers, so her breasts
were constantly dripping with milk all year round. Some customers, not minding the mess, would drink some, but most of her milk was expressed and
consumed by herself. There were seven or eight others like her. Wang Biao had someone prepare a lactation-promoting medicine for the girls and maids
to drink daily. He also added crucian carp soup to their meals. After two months, besides Qian Hui and the other nine who were already producing milk,
three more girls and four more maids had their milk stimulated. These were all women who had recently had abortions; after taking the lactation-promoting
medicine and drinking the crucian carp soup daily, their breasts began to produce milk again. The amount of milk produced by these sixteen women
varied. Those like Qian Hui and Zhu Shulan, who already had milk, produced more, requiring them to express milk several times a day. Those who were stimulated later
produced less.
Before going on stage, she had deliberately let her breasts swell for half a day. Now, her breasts were full of milk; with just
a gentle press around her nipples, the thick milk oozed out. She added a little more pressure, and the white milk
gushed out, no longer just drops, but a torrent shooting from the seven or eight milk holes on her nipples,
shooting several meters away. A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.
She took small steps, each step releasing a spurt of milk. She walked around the stage like this, soaking the ground
with milk, before continuing to sing. Her body was voluptuous, and with her breasts half-exposed, almost half her
body was naked, barely covering her waist and abdomen. With a slight sway of her hips and legs, glimpses of her cleavage were revealed, making her incredibly alluring and constantly
drawing cheers.
After singing about her waist, hips, legs, and feet, she sat down on a chair with a backrest on the stage, pretending to rest. The chair had two
armrests, just enough to rest her feet on. She sang, "My pointed, round, wondrous vulva, tight, warm, fragrant, and soft as cotton. Its edges
resemble two lotus petals, its heart a rooster's comb, indescribable a thousand kinds of allure, its form insufficient to express myriad charms,"
She then lifted her legs, placing each on one armrest, much like a woman giving birth,
exposing her smooth lower body and revealing her hairless vulva.
The moment her legs parted, the audience erupted in commotion, clapping and cheering, shouting that it was well worth the money to see
this performance. Even the VIPs in the private rooms on the second floor were flushed and breathless, their eyes wide and their mustaches trembling
from their heavy breathing. Some, carrying binoculars, had already pulled their hands from the girl's vulva, holding up
their binoculars, determined to see her delicate parts clearly, refusing to put them down for even
a moment's rest, despite their aching arms and legs. Did these people think they had never seen a woman's vulva before? Not at all. Playing with women in the private quarters of a mansion at night is one
thing; to witness a woman's vulva in broad daylight with hundreds of people is quite another. This kind of
performance, where the vulva is spread open while singing, is probably unheard of, not just in Guding Town, but throughout all of China.
As she sang lewd songs, she spread her vulva open, revealing
the tender flesh inside for all to see. Her vulva was very loose, the flesh inside usually bulging outwards
. With a slight parting of her labia, a palm-sized patch of red flesh unfolded, revealing a flat opening in the center
, resembling a wide-open, hairless mouth. With a slight effort,
layers of bright red folds of flesh emerged from the flattened vaginal opening, trembling like a blooming red flower
. A moment later, with a gentle pull, those red folds retracted back into her vulva.
This technique, called the "Vaginal Double Act," was a method Qian Hui created herself. Whenever she sang a part requiring vocal exertion, she would
open her vaginal opening and retract it when the sound subsided, as if singing with her lower abdomen's vertical mouth. It seemed simple,
but it required precise coordination between the lower abdomen's vaginal opening and the chest's inhalation and exhalation. She practiced for a month before mastering it.
At this moment, her vertical mouth opened and closed in sync with the melody, drawing endless praise from the hundreds of people in the audience. The cheers reverberated from
the ceiling and carried far beyond the theater, making those without tickets itch with desire.
Qian Hui originally had a lot of pubic hair, fine, black, and thick, extending all the way to her anus, making it look
somewhat messy. Before this performance, Wang Guifang repeatedly instructed every girl and maid to
shave their pubic hair clean, making them look like their naturally white pubic hair.
A few days before opening, Wang Guifang had each of the women take off their pants for inspection. Few had shaved cleanly; most
had patches of stubble. It turned out that shaving pubic hair was a delicate matter for women. Unlike men's genitals, a woman's
genitals are a soft, fleshy slit covered by skin. The mons pubis was relatively easy to
shave, but the skin around the vulva and anus was soft and wrinkled, making it extremely difficult to shave cleanly. Wang Guifang simply hired an old woman who specialized in
shaving pubic hair for Hui women. The Hui people had a custom of not leaving any hair on their genitals, and after marriage, they would shave frequently. This old woman specialized
in shaving pubic hair; to put it more elegantly, she shaved pubic hair. She had a set of specialized tools: a long, flat
blade for shaving the mons pubis, a short, curved blade for shaving the inside of the pubic groove, tweezers, and many other
miscellaneous items. Besides this, there was a set of wooden plugs of varying thicknesses. The thinnest was about the
thickness of three fingers held together, used by women who had never given birth. The thickest was about the width of a teacup,
used by women who had given birth four or five times. Before shaving, one plug was inserted into the vulva depending on its width, and the skin around the opening would be stretched taut, making shaving
much easier. It's clear that no profession is easy; one must understand the tricks of the trade.
After Qian Hui suffered at the hands of that scoundrel, her once tight and beautiful vulva was now stretched into a tattered,
open vulva. Slightly lifting the two purplish-black labia revealed a mass of plump, tender vulva flesh, with
a flat, watery opening in the middle, just like the birth canal of a woman who has just given birth. When the old woman was
cleaning her vagina, she used the thickest wooden peg to insert it, and it went in effortlessly. Looking around the vulva
, the soft, tender flesh was still drooping, impossible to scrape. The old woman calmly pulled the wooden peg
out, took a leather strip about the width of her palm from the wooden box, wrapped it around the peg several times until it was about
the thickness of a bowl, tied the excess leather strip to the notch at the end of the peg, and then
inserted it into the vagina. It fit perfectly, stretching the vulva as if in childbirth, the surrounding flesh taut, even the wrinkled
anus was almost flattened.
How could someone with such a frightening vulva possibly be allowed to appear on stage for public viewing? But Wang Biao had his reasons.
Actors on stage are far removed from the audience; from a distance, even their faces are blurred.
That's why they wear heavy makeup, outlining their features with bright colors to make them
more distinct and easily visible. The same principle applies to a woman's vulva. If it were
a tight, pinkish slit, it would be excellent for close-up viewing or for intercourse. But if placed
on a three-foot-high stage, seven or eight feet away, how could anyone see it clearly? However, if it were a
large, open vulva with thick lips, dark skin, and a wide opening, it would be completely different; even from a distance, it would be a clearly visible, bright red
opening. Qian Hui's vulva was a masterpiece among open vaginas; it couldn't be closed even without manual manipulation. With a little
force, the layers of soft flesh inside could be pushed out, truly resembling a blooming flower,
making it ideal for viewing from afar.
The audience below watched with fervent adrenaline, their genitals throbbing hard. The pharmacy owner, Manager He,
was one of them. Considering himself a prominent figure in town, he couldn't refuse the commander's request. Though a
stingy man, he gritted his teeth and bought a first-class ticket in the front row. Before the performance, he was still agonizing over his money, somewhat
regretting spending so much. But the woman on stage was performing a truly erotic opera, naked, milking and
pleasuring her genitals—it was enough to make one's soul fly away. By the end of the erotic performance, his initial regret had vanished
. He was now staring intently at the actress's private parts, his penis unconsciously hardening—something he
hadn't felt in a long time.
He had suffered from erectile dysfunction for years. He was a medicine seller, but nothing seemed to work, so he
tried all sorts of strange remedies, but nothing was effective. Half a year ago, he heard about a strange prescription, and spent money to…
They bought the corpses of those executed prostitutes and cut off the breasts and genitals of newly dead women to soak in wine and eat. Strangely enough
, it had some effect; after several months, his penis could barely get hard again, and he could have sex with his wife for the time it takes to drink half a cup
of tea. However, he hadn't had such a rock-hard erection in many years.
Manager He was overjoyed and his lust was burning. He wanted nothing more than to rush onto the stage and thrust his penis into a woman's
red eyes. Suddenly, he remembered that before the show started, the servant who led him to his seat had asked him if he wanted to spend some money
to hire a woman to "balance" his yin and yang. He was extremely stingy and prone to regret, and he was already reluctant to spend the ten yuan he had spent on a first-class seat.
He thought that in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if a woman came, could he really strip naked and have sex with her? It would be shameful for others
to see. He was not kind to him and shook his head repeatedly to refuse without asking any further questions. The servant
didn't say much, only that if he wanted some, he could have it anytime; he just needed to tug on the rope on his right.
He looked down and felt around; sure enough, there was a section of rope hidden in the corner between the right partition and the chair seat. He tried tugging on it a few times.
A moment later, a young woman in a long robe trotted up to him, bending low, and asked in a low voice,
"Did you order this, Manager He?"
Manager He nodded hurriedly, "That's me! Just now, that young man said that pulling the rope would bring someone to adjust the yin and yang. How
does that work?"
Upon hearing this, the woman couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, "Manager He is so wicked! Adjusting the yin and yang between men and women just means
putting your most yang-energy-rich treasure into the woman's most yin-energy-rich place."
Manager He asked, "Don't try to fool me. How can you do it in front of everyone?"
The woman smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare to fool you, sir. Our theater has its own way of making you happy without
anyone watching." She was originally a prostitute, and after a few words, she was calling him "sir" again, which was a habit she had developed over the years
.
Shopkeeper He nodded and said, "In that case, let's give it a try."
The woman said, "Sir, please wait a moment, I need to prepare something."
She bent down and pulled something from under his seat, like a rocking horse,
but without a head. It was propped on a frame and swayed back and forth with the slightest movement. She bent
down and adjusted the rocking horse slightly, then sat on it, stretching her legs straight out, her feet resting on the front bar .
Then she slowly bent over. She must have practiced contortionism since childhood; her waist was incredibly flexible. When she bent over, her head could
bury itself between her calves, her hands encircling her knees. From the side, it looked as if she were broken in half
. In this position, her center of gravity shifted slightly forward, and her large buttocks rose high
, directly against his crotch, the plump area between her thighs pressing against his swollen penis
.
Manager He slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing the strangeness of this peculiar theater.
Even something as simple as ordering a girl to perform a ritual had so many twists and turns, yet he couldn't understand why.
The woman said softly, "These are revolutionary times. This theater strictly adheres to the provincial government's orders and would never dare to provide girls
. This ritual of harmonizing yin and yang for you, sir, is a special service of this theater, reserved only for noblemen like Mr. He
. We do not entertain any other lowly people."
Manager He was greatly satisfied upon hearing this and nodded repeatedly, smiling, "Mr. Wang
is indeed a sensible person."
The woman also smiled, "Sir, you see, the partitions on both sides of the seats block the view. Who can see anything? Just cover a little with my
robe, and it won't matter if people walk by." The hem of her robe was extremely long, just enough
to cover her lower body and waist, ensuring that no one could see anything beneath her clothes.
Manager He, confident in his resolve, quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled out his throbbing, aching penis, and reached
under the woman's clothes. There, he found an extremely plump, soft, and large buttocks. Following the cleft of her buttocks downwards, he touched her shaved
vulva, with a few stubbles remaining, slightly prickly to the touch. The vulva was oily, coated with some unknown substance.
He smeared some on his fingers, raised his hand, and sniffed it. He realized the woman had applied Vaseline to her vulva, presumably
for easy intercourse.
This woman must have trained for a long time; she chose the perfect position. He lifted his penis with one hand, without needing to
adjust his sitting posture, and the head of his penis was directly in front of the woman's sticky vulva. He pressed down on her buttocks with the other hand,
and with just a little force, her plump buttocks sank down. With a soft "plop," his fully erect
penis slid into the woman's wet and sticky genitals, like plunging into a block of solidified lard.
The hot, slippery flesh of her vulva gripped him tightly, giving him a truly pleasurable sensation. Manager He let out a
long sigh, and involuntarily wrapped his arms around the woman's buttocks and pressed down hard. Her vulva sank down, swallowing his entire
rock-hard penis into the woman's hot, fleshy cavity.
The rear of the saddle the woman was riding rested precisely on the upper edge of her plump mons pubis. A
soft cushion stuffed with cotton was placed on the saddle surface; this was intentional, serving three purposes. First, it protected the woman's lower abdomen from discomfort and frostbite.
Second, it allowed her to bend her buttocks higher, opening her vulva wider. Third, it
pushed her uterus outwards slightly, so even a penis the length of a penis could reach the cervix and enjoy
the pleasure of the glans rubbing against the cervix.
Shopkeeper He's penis was of ordinary size, about four inches long. He
had never fully penetrated it during intercourse with a woman. Before the woman's buttocks were even fully pressed down, the head of his penis pressed against a slippery, round object,
about the size of a duck egg, with a flat opening. By pressing the woman's buttocks down forcefully, the opening would
fit perfectly onto the head of his penis, sometimes allowing half of it to enter. When the woman's lower abdomen contracted, the opening would suck
, causing a tingling sensation at the urethral opening, as if a mouth were sucking inside the vagina—a sensation akin to drinking
a bowl of ice water on a sweltering summer day, truly exhilarating and refreshing.
Shopkeeper He was quite knowledgeable; he had carefully examined the genitals of the four prostitutes' corpses,
personally cutting them off and cleaning them. He knew that inside the woman's vagina was a flat tube several inches long, and further inside ...i=65> It was that gourd-shaped uterus. At that moment, the head of the penis was undoubtedly poking into the woman's cervix. These prostitutes

Although she may not have given birth before, she frequently had abortions, and her cervix, from which the fetus would occasionally slip out, was certainly
wider than that of a respectable woman. When he played with the genitals of those prostitutes, he would push their uteruses out of their vaginas to play with them,
inserting his fingers through the uteruses of each of the four prostitutes one by one. With just a little force, he could insert two knuckles
into each of them.
When a thick penis was forcefully inserted into the woman's vagina, his hard glans pierced halfway through her cervix. Although
it wasn't extremely painful, it was still uncomfortablely swollen. Her perineum and anus were pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, and his hard penis hair was causing her anus
to itch intensely. She couldn't help but moan softly, though her voice was kept very low. She buried her head beneath,
enduring the discomfort, and whispered, "Sir, you can hold my buttocks and sway as you please, fast or slow." It turned out
that the saddle she was lying on was specifically designed for intercourse. The woman lay on it, her buttocks raised, her vulva
aligned with the man's waist. After the penis was placed on it, simply holding the woman's buttocks and gently swaying her body allowed her
to rock up and down, like a candle being poured upside down—extremely easy and effortless, allowing for complete control over speed and depth, without
obstructing the view. It was truly a remarkably convenient and ingenious device.
The shopkeeper, with his entire penis inside the woman's hot vagina, used both hands to manipulate her plump buttocks.
With just a little force, he could lift or lower her buttocks, or sway them from side to side, as if he had a
vagina attached to her buttocks and placed it on his penis. He was completely in control, without exerting any effort whatsoever. He could go deep or shallow as he pleased,
fast or slow, enjoying himself immensely.
After a while, his heightened lust subsided slightly, and his stingy nature resurfaced. Afraid of
losing money by ejaculating too early, he asked the woman, "How much for this time?"
The woman, hanging upside down and her head throbbing, couldn't hear him clearly. He repeated himself before answering, "It's not
charged per time, just two yuan. You can do whatever you want with me before the show ends." She lowered her voice slightly and said, "
Sir, why don't you ejaculate first, then slowly enjoy yourself? Your eggs are softer, so they can be inserted more easily."
Hearing this, he felt relieved. He thought it would be more
worthwhile to ejaculate first and then slowly thrust in and out. He grabbed the woman's buttocks and shook her violently, her vulva rapidly moving against his penis, making squelching
sounds. After only a few dozen thrusts, he suddenly let out a suppressed growl, like someone straining to defecate.
He pressed the woman's buttocks down hard, as if he wanted to stuff his whole body into her vagina. His glans
was pressed against the cervix, almost sinking in halfway. A tingling sensation ran from his urethra to his anus, and he spurted out seven or eight streams of semen
, not a drop was wasted, all of it poured into the woman's uterus. The uterus is the most delicate part of a woman's body.
When this woman received his hot semen, her abdomen felt warm instantly, and she groaned comfortably a few times. Afraid that the semen inside
might slip out and stain Mr. He's clothes, she quickly used a handkerchief to gently wipe the area where their genitals met
.
Mr. He, having ejaculated, calmed himself down, picked up a cup of hot tea, and took a sip. This tea was
offered free at the theater; otherwise, he would never have ordered it. He exhaled a breath he had held for a long time, feeling
refreshed and invigorated. Surprisingly, for the first time ever, he didn't regret spending that one yuan to have sex with her.
He laughed, "This method of 'fucking' is quite novel and interesting. Your boss, Mr. Wang, is no ordinary man; he's destined for great
things."
The woman laughed, "Sir, you flatter me. But please, sir, don't tell anyone about 'fucking.' These are
revolutionary times; it's best to be cautious. This theater is not a brothel; we don't have girls who solicit customers. This is a
method of health preservation. Sir, think about it: the balance of yin and yang is a natural thing. After watching this erotic play, your yang energy will surely
be overflowing. Over time, excessive heat will harm your health. Our vaginas are the most yin-rich places.
When you put your testicles inside, you can balance the yang and yin energy. Besides, look how cold it is outside.
While watching the play, you can warm your testicles in this warm place; wouldn't that be pleasant?
"
Manager He laughed. " Boss Wang, you've chosen a good pretext, 　　 " the woman laughed. "Let me ask you, I'm already bursting with yang fire, and you're already 　　so hot inside, isn't that just adding fuel to the fire
?" She continued, "Sir, you're truly 　　an expert with women. To be honest, Boss Wang has already had someone prepare aphrodisiac and kidney-tonifying medicine, and it's currently 　　 being tested. This medicine is specifically for women's genitals . 　　There are medicines for 　　nourishing the kidneys in spring, cooling and clearing heat in summer, tonifying and relieving dryness in autumn, and warming and replenishing 　　deficiencies in winter. In winter, 　　you can use a hot medicated ... The thought of making money filled him with joy, and his recently softened 　　penis gradually hardened again. He watched the erotic play intently, stroking the woman's plump buttocks, 　　his penis inside her hot vagina. When he felt pleased, he would hold her buttocks and have her stroke him a few times, marveling at the sight, 　　thinking that even paradise on earth couldn't compare. 　　 Meanwhile, Qian Hui, having finally finished singing the play, felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen from the contractions and relaxations of her vagina. 　　She quickly reached behind her chair and pulled out a black wooden peg as thick as a goose egg. The audience stared in astonishment; 　　the object was dark and shiny, with a round head the size of an orange—a very thick dildo. They all gasped in 　　amazement. 　　 Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't such a thick penis afraid of tearing her vagina apart?" 　　 Another laughed, "Look at her vagina, it's more than enough to raise a baby, what's a fake penis to her?" 　　 The fake penis had already been coated with Vaseline for lubrication. Qian Hui rubbed the fist-sized glans against her vulva 　　for a moment, then pushed it in. With a soft "plop," the glans slid in immediately. Her thick 　　labia stretched out in a circle around the fake penis, like a big mouth, 　　a comical sight against the gaping mouths of the crowd below. 　　 This fake penis was custom-made by Wang Biao. He had made it clear when training the prostitutes that exposing their breasts and vaginas on stage was not allowed.

What's so special about that? To be considered truly unique, it has to be something no one else can imitate. Using
a dildo thicker than a child's fist to penetrate a woman's vagina is a special skill, requiring a woman with an extremely loose vaginal opening. Most of the prostitutes who tried it
shook their heads and cried out that they couldn't handle it, but Qian Hui was just right. Naturally, she was the star of the first act.
She used the dildo on stage for a while, striking various poses, when the melody changed, and
another female actor appeared—Wang Po. The audience
erupted in enthusiastic cheers again. The woman had a round, silver-platter-like face, a voluptuous figure, and two enormous, swollen breasts that
swayed with every step she took. Her millstone-like buttocks swayed from side to side.
The woman playing Wang Po was Zhu Shumei, whom we mentioned earlier. Although she didn't have many lines, she was given
many actions. After singing only a few lines, she took off her costume and began performing a love scene with Qian Hui.
Zhu Shumei's attire was even more lewd than Qian Hui's. Her undergarment was specially made, with
two round openings at the chest, just enough to expose her breasts. She had pendulous breasts, and before going on stage, she had specially
tied two strips of black cloth around the base of her breasts to make them appear even rounder. Her genitals ,
like Qian Hui's, were shaved clean. Although they were also very loose, they couldn't be opened by themselves like Qian Hui's;
one had to use their hands to pry them open to reveal the tender flesh inside. Wang Guifang came up with a clever idea: before going on stage, Zhu Shumei
should insert a thin bamboo loop, about the size of a teacup rim, into her vulva. This would perfectly
open the opening, so if she was careful while walking, she would have a very eye-catching, open vulva.
Not long after Zhu Shumei went on stage, Ximen Qing also came up. This Ximen Qing was also played by a woman, but
she had her breasts bound with a white cloth, and a fake penis was strapped to her waist. This fake penis
was shaped like the letter "L" in Western languages; the shorter part was inserted into her vulva to prevent it from shifting during intercourse, while
the longer part hung below her mons pubis, with two fake testicles attached to the base, making her look exactly like a man
. The woman playing Ximen Qing wasn't very good at opera. After only a few lines, she and the other woman started engaging in sexual acts
, performing scenes like "Old Man Pushing a Cart," "Watching the Fire from Across the River," "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus," and "Pouring
a Candle Upside Down," making it look like actual intercourse. However, this didn't last long,
as Wu Song suddenly leaped onto the stage. Like Ximen Qing, Wu Song was also played by a woman, but a strong prostitute was chosen
. Why strong? Because Wu Song's later scenes involved a lot of physical exertion. She didn't say much upon entering the stage. First, she pretended
to kill the woman playing Ximen Qing with a single stroke, then grabbed Pan Jinlian's hair, pushed her onto a chair
, and ripped off her clothes, revealing her naked body. The audience cheered.
Wu Song sang, "You harlot, I will not spare you today!"
Pan Jinlian, sitting on a chair, pleaded, "Uncle, spare me! This little harlot will never dare to do it again!"
Wu Song said, "Enough with the nonsense, today I will take your life." He then spread her legs, half-knelt before her,
and thrust his fist into her red vulva. Qian Hui had previously used an extremely thick dildo to penetrate her vulva for this very
moment; her vulva had already been loosened and coated with Vaseline inside and out. The actress playing Wu Song was a female performer, whose hands
were not very large to begin with. With a slight effort, she clenched her fist and inserted her entire hand, reaching all the way to her forearm. The audience
erupted in cheers, shouting, "This woman is amazing! She can even shove her fist in!"
Wu Song sang, "This thing of yours is the most harmful; today I'll see how I pound it upside down!" He then grasped
Qian Hui's uterus and slowly pulled it out. Qian Hui had long suffered from uterine prolapse, meaning her uterus could protrude outside her vagina.
At this moment, she relaxed her abdomen, letting him pull her uterus out, while constantly moaning, "Uncle
, spare me! This little slut can't take it!"
The crowd saw Wu Song pull something out of Pan Jinlian's vagina, release his grip, and then flick it. A fleshy,
eggplant-like object slapped against Pan Jinlian's perineum, then dangled from her vulva, swaying back and forth. Those in the know
explained to those around them, "This is called a uterine lining, the thing a woman uses to nurture her uterus. Wu Song has even
pulled out Pan Jinlian's uterine lining; he's really ruthless!" The crowd nodded in approval, saying that such a spectacular magic trick
made their trip worthwhile.
After pulling out her uterus, Wu Song, fearing that prolonged handling would harm her, grasped it and pushed it back into her vagina.
He pretended to repeatedly pound her vulva with his fist, then placed a round plate under her vulva—a uterine protector—to
shield her cervix. He roared, "This will take your life!" He then inserted the two-and-a-half-foot-long willow-
leaf knife into her vulva, slowly pushing it in until it reached the hilt.
Qian Hui feigned a scream, "You cruel uncle! You've pierced my delicate flower with a knife, leaving
me no peace even in death!" She stood up, the knife hilt still between her legs, and staggered to the edge of the platform, spreading her legs
so everyone could see clearly. The crowd below gasped in astonishment. Manager He even rose to
get a better look; his hard penis was inserted into the woman's vagina. His movement nearly threw her off her saddle
.
This willow-leaf dagger was made of wood, with rounded edges so it wouldn't hurt the body. It was simply coated with
silver paint, giving it a frighteningly cold, gleaming appearance. This fake dagger looked long, but it was actually divided into two sections with
a spring inside. With a little force, it could retract, but the crowd was too far to see clearly. Wu
Song plunged the dagger all the way into Qian Hui's vagina, though it only went in about a foot. The thinnest part of the blade was about three fingers wide, and
the thickest part was wider than a palm, fitting snugly inside her vagina without falling out.
Qian Hui walked around the stage once, then sat back down in the chair. Wu Song then took two clamps, which weren't
used to clamp her hands or feet, but rather to clamp her large breasts. Wu Song clamped the clamps around the base of her breasts,
binding them tightly with rope on both sides, and then tied the ends to a thick rope. With a shout and a strong pull, he hoisted her up
.
This move was the real deal, with no room for error. Qian Hui, weighing over a hundred pounds, was
suspended in mid-air by her breasts. She almost cried out in pain, and her two plump breasts quickly turned red.
Her nipples swelled up, and thick milk gushed from them like a fountain in a Western city.
The audience, who had thought the play was almost over, were immediately captivated by this next move,
their eyes wide with anticipation.
Wu Song let Qian Hui hang in the air, spraying milk, then picked up Wang Po, who was lying on the ground, tied the
straps binding the base of her breasts to a rope, and hoisted her up as well, until her feet were more than three feet off the ground, before securing the rope
. A knowledgeable person in the audience exclaimed, "She's going to ride the wooden donkey!"
Riding the wooden donkey involved suspending a woman, placing her vulva on a whitish wooden stake, and then letting her fall,
the stake piercing her body—an extremely cruel form of torture, usually used to punish adulterous women. Hearing
this, the audience held their breath, watching how she would ride the wooden donkey.
Sure enough, Wu Song picked up a wooden pillar about the thickness of a wrist from the table. He first inserted the rounded end into
Wang Po's vagina. Zhu Shumei's vagina was second only to Qian Hui's in terms of looseness, so it wasn't too difficult, but
the pillar still stretched her vaginal opening tightly. The pillar went in for more than a foot before it couldn't go any further. Wu
Song then inserted the lower end of the pillar into a round hole in the table. As he secured the lower end, the wooden stake was pulled out of her body
by about a foot, causing the red flesh inside her vagina to be pulled out about an inch, appearing as a bright red ring of flesh stretched against the pillar
. Thus, Zhu Shumei was supported on the platform by the thick wooden stake. She was slightly heavier than Qian Hui,
weighing over 110 pounds, and her entire body was suspended in the air by her breasts, her feet more than three feet off the ground. With her breasts constricted like this,
milk flowed freely without her having to express it; her nipples continuously gushed thick milk, almost as much as Qian Hui's, drawing
enthusiastic cheers from the audience. However, the base of her breasts was extremely tight, making the suspension truly unbearable, and she could only
cry out in pain.
This female martial artist turned to Qian Hui and slowly pulled the willow-leaf knife inserted into her vagina. She pulled it out very slowly
to prevent the spring from releasing the first half of the knife before it was exposed. After removing the knife, she took a
wooden stake similar to the one she had used on Zhu Shumei, and similarly inserted one end into Qian Hui's vagina and the other end into a hole in the ground. Qian
Hui, playing Pan Jinlian, had already been stabbed in the genitals by Wu Song and was likely half-dead. Although she was
in excruciating pain from the pulling sensation in her chest, she couldn't scream as loudly as Zhu Shumei; she could only groan softly, clearly
in great agony.
Both Qian Hui and Zhu Shumei were suspended in mid-air by their breasts, and the base of their breasts couldn't withstand the prolonged tearing. After
Wu Song sang a few lines, seeing that it was about time, he loosened the thick
ropes suspending them. The two women screamed in unison, their bodies plummeting heavily to the ground, landing more than three feet below the stage. The thick wooden stake appeared to
have pierced straight into their abdomens from their genitals, eliciting screams from the audience. Those in the front row could clearly see the stake
piercing through their genitals, more than three feet deep, with the end likely reaching their throats.
The scene, seemingly realistic, was actually staged. The wooden stake, like a scalpel, was retractable
, divided into three sections, each containing a spring. The first section, about a foot and a half, was inserted into the two women's bodies about half a
foot deep. Below it was the second section, also about a foot and a half, and below that was the third section, the remaining stake
. When the two women fell, the first section was fully inserted first, the head of the stake pressing against the uterine support at the bottom of the vagina.
Further pressure pushed the second section into the first, and then the tip of the third section pushed into the second. Fortunately,
their vaginas were deep; each time one section was inserted, the seam between the two sections disappeared inside their bodies.
Therefore, even sitting in the front row, no one could see anything amiss. However, they couldn't be inserted slowly, otherwise the seam between the three sections would
be quite noticeable. That's why they had to fall suddenly, so no one had time to look at the seam on the stake.
With the two women riding this wooden donkey, the play was over. Wang Biao stomped onto the stage, repeatedly thanking everyone
for their support. Others helped lift Pan Jinlian and Wang Po off the wooden stakes so they could return backstage.
The cheers from the entire audience were deafening. Whether it was the VIPs on the second floor or the manager in first class, everyone was completely
absorbed, oblivious to how many times he had ejaculated inside the women. Those in second-class seats, without company,
were mostly soaked in their own groin, their erections throbbing as they waited to find a wife to relieve their pent-up desires. Commander Zhang, adopting a
friendly demeanor, went backstage with Wang Biao and exchanged a few words, offering him much encouragement.
Each performance of this kind lasted about two hours, with a 15-minute intermission. There was one performance in the morning, one in the afternoon
, and one in the evening. In one day, they had earned over a thousand yuan. Wang Biao and his wife were overjoyed and immediately
decided to give everyone a small red envelope as a token of their happiness. Everyone was truly delighted. After a day of performances, Qian Hui
and Zhu Shumei were nearly dead, but they had earned over ten yuan. Although they earned a lot, the others
knew the money wasn't easy to come by and weren't envious. The sheer hardship of suspending themselves with their breasts was something
no one wanted to endure, let alone riding the wooden donkey. Even though everyone knew it was fake, some timid girls were still
terrified just watching the two practice.
Once the play about Wu Song killing the adulterous woman started, some people came to see it almost every day, and some even
traveled from other counties specifically to watch. Everyone praised it highly, saying the tickets were well worth the price. The first-class seats in the front row were even
being resold for twenty yuan, double the original price, which pleased Commander Zhang so much that he summoned Wang Biao and praised him several times.
The play had been rehearsed for over ten days straight, even when Qian Hui and Zhu Shumei were menstruating, the performances didn't stop. In fact, the scenes of a knife inserted
into the vagina and riding a wooden donkey were made even more realistic, though the stage was stained with blood and difficult to clean. Wang Guifang bought
some high-quality medicine, had someone prepare a warming and blood-nourishing soup, and added an extra two yuan per performance fee
. Although the amount wasn't much, Qian Hui and Zhu Shumei were very grateful. In
just over twenty days since the Qiqu Grand Theater opened, Wang Biao had netted over ten thousand yuan, even after sharing profits with Commander Zhang
. This made him and his wife extremely happy, never able to stop smiling. However, Commander Zhang had become obsessed with Wang Guifang's unique
skills, frequently summoning her and her maid to his residence. If it weren't for his physical limitations, he truly
couldn't live without her. Wang Guifang, however, knew the bitterness in her heart. Using this unique skill too often had taken a
toll on her anus. She frequently needed someone to insert an arm inside, and over time, this threatened to cause rectal prolapse. She often found herself unable to hold back her bowel movements.
He then pulled out the head of her large intestine, sometimes protruding about a foot. Besides, the uterus wasn't originally intended for intercourse.
Commander Zhang had become addicted after his first time, and now he wanted to insert his penis head into her uterus every time.
This was extremely uncomfortable for her, but she and her husband were now entirely dependent on Commander Zhang's protection, so they could only endure it
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