【The Tale of the Lustful Pig King and Pity for Flowers】(1~3)

The Forefront of the Tide :
Wang Lianhua's master was a eunuch. Of course, don't assume Wang Lianhua was also a eunuch; a eunuch's
apprentice isn't necessarily a eunuch—that's easy to understand. What's hard to understand is that Wang Lianhua's master was a lecherous
scoundrel.
Speaking of Wang Lianhua's master, he was infamous. Although Wang Lianhua still doesn't know
what crimes his master committed, this doesn't diminish his master's formidable reputation in the world of lechery. Of course, the common folk wouldn't
understand, because his master was a high-ranking eunuch in the imperial palace. What was a eunuch's job? Serving the emperor, of course. With three palaces, six
courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, it's true the emperor was incredibly fortunate, but seeing so many women, their resentful
eyes would make you realize your thick, turbid semen was actually quite thin. Just like the beauties of the Great Hua Dynasty, among so many
lecherous men, even a hundred men couldn't get one.
Therefore, the main task of the imperial physicians was to strengthen the body's foundation and consolidate vital energy, the task of the Taoist priests was to refine red pills (aphrodisiacs), and
the task of the eunuchs was to collect various lewd instruments and tools. Wang Lianhua's master was one of the leaders of the Tiger Chamber and Leopard Chamber, which were ranked first in the palace
. After the death of the Tiger Chamber's leader, the master, for reasons unknown,
retired hastily. It couldn't have been out of grief for his old rival's death.
Wang Lianhua knew he possessed many valuable items. His room didn't display pearls or agates,
but instead contained several golden dragon-head lock chests; even a fool could tell they contained valuable things. Unfortunately, he wouldn't
let Wang Lianhua see them, as if they were treasures more important than his own life. It's truly incomprehensible
what this old man was after. It's understandable for a woman fallen into prostitution to want to build a chastity memorial arch, but it's hard to understand why an old eunuch would want to establish a sect
and become the patriarch of lewdness—at least Wang Lianhua didn't understand.
However, this didn't diminish Wang Lianhua's gratitude towards his master. Since acquiring his master, Wang Lianhua ate and
drank well, growing plump and gaining several dozen pounds. Wang Lianhua's family was from the countryside. Perhaps
because his older brother had been abducted by their master at a young age, leaving him as the only son, his mother doted on him excessively. He
was lazy and gluttonous. He had attended a private school as a child, but while he could read, he couldn't write proper classical Chinese. However, as
he grew older, his mother wanted to arrange a marriage for him. Although Wang Lianhua was a notorious lazybones,
his family's wealth should have been enough to find him a wife.
But for some reason, his mother arranged a marriage for him with an ugly woman, claiming
she had a lucky face. Wang Lianhua didn't believe it at all; otherwise, why would his weight gain
suddenly stop and begin to decline after meeting her? Just when Wang Lianhua was feeling down and even contemplating running away from home
, his master came knocking.
It turns out that her brother had died from exhaustion under their master's "care," and no one knew if he had died in
the bed of some noble lady. Anyway, the master couldn't bring himself to collect the body. Her mother cried and scolded him, and he took
Wang Lianhua away with her. Now, no one knows what happened to her. The living cling to life, the dead are gone forever. Wang Lianhua
secretly sent a letter home; she didn't know if her mother received it.
Chapter One: Trial
After several years of good food and drink, her master finally called Wang Lianhua to his side.
"Lianhua, how many days have you been with me?" Her master squinted, looking listless.
"About two years," Wang Lianhua said, his heart pounding. For some reason, he kept
thinking about the pig his family had raised for two years. Could it be...? Wang Lianhua's left eyelid kept twitching; was it
an ominous sign?
"Two years," the master sighed, struggling to his feet. His hunched back was
no longer as tall as Wang Lianhua. His left hand gripped the armrest, his trembling old hand reaching into his robe.
Was he going to get a knife? Wang Lianhua's heart pounded. He sensed something was amiss with the old man,
something unusual was about to happen.
Wang Lianhua stared intently at the withered hand, which slowly produced an object
. Instantly, Wang Lianhua's eyes widened. It was—a plain white handkerchief.
"Go," the master said, placing the handkerchief in Wang Lianhua's hand and coughing twice.
Go? Wang Lianhua stared blankly at the white gauze in his hand. To where? The outhouse?
"Master! I can use a wooden plank for the outhouse. This is too precious," Wang Lianhua
said, bewildered.
"You should use a stone." Seeing Wang Lianhua's dazed expression, his master snorted. "Aren't you going?
Are there any virgins left standing here?"
Wang Lianhua suddenly realized that he was about to undergo a trial so soon. But—could Wang Lianhua
handle it? Leaving aside his bloated figure and obvious lack of skill in light-footed movements, the methods of training him were likely
unsustainable. Most importantly, Wang Lianhua was still a virgin. He spent his days training with wooden women,
eating chicken legs while using feathers to tease their private parts. But
Wang Lianhua had no respect for the craftsman's skills; that area was nothing but a narrow hole. Facing a
piece of wood, Wang Lianhua felt nothing.
He trained with different sex toys every day, and aside from some bulging muscles in his arms, there was no noticeable
improvement. While Wang Lianhua was still immersed in this carefree, idle life, his master pushed him
out.
Wang Lianhua arrived at the foot of the mountain with his luggage and first went to a restaurant for several days of lavish feasts. After all, being a lecherous thief was no
safe profession. There was no guarantee of safety, let alone any chance of workplace injury. If he were caught
, having his legs broken would be the least of his worries. This was just for attempted rape; if he were caught in bed with another woman after the act, Wang Lianhua would have no choice but to obediently
become his master's legitimate disciple—a little eunuch.
"Waiter," Wang Lianhua called out, smacking his lips as he ate his braised pig's trotters.
"Sir, would you like more dishes?" The waiter, having become numb to Wang Lianhua's lavish eating and drinking
, since it cost a lot of money anyway, ignored him. Hearing Wang Lianhua call out, he assumed he wanted
more dishes.
"Hmm," Wang Lianhua casually tossed a silver ingot over, "I need to ask you something."
The waiter nimbly grabbed it, seemingly with better eyesight than Wang Lianhua himself. "Sir, please feel free to ask.
There's nothing I don't know about this area."
Wang Lianhua gently beckoned, and the waiter leaned closer. "Are there any wealthy families around here, hmm,
the kind with pretty young ladies?"
The waiter gave Wang Lianhua a strange look. Wang Lianhua quickly chuckled, thinking, "Just asking casually,
what kind of look is that?" Wang Lianhua was very innocent.
The boy gave him a knowing look, and chuckled, "Speaking of pretty young ladies, there really is one around here
. Hehe, seeing how handsome and dashing you are, young master, you'll surely win her over easily."
Wang Lianhua was startled, cold sweat pouring down his face. "You—you know what Wang Lianhua wants to do?"
Haha, the boy laughed, "Young master, what are you saying? To be honest, all the talented
and good-looking girls around here go to Master Li's house. Don't you know anything about it? Actually, Master Li is incredibly wealthy.
If it weren't for—hehe, Wang Lianhua would have gone too, maybe that young lady would have taken a liking to Wang Lianhua."
Wang Lianhua immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Take a liking to you? Looking at your lecherous face, Wang Lianhua was filled with contempt for him
.
Chapter Two: First Encounter with Madam Hua
The night was dark and windy. Wang Lianhua stared at the wall, about two people high, in front of him. Behind it lay the house of the wealthy Li family, and
his young mistress's boudoir was in the backyard. If Wang Lianhua could just climb over, hehe!
Wang Lianhua looked at the moon; its light was like water, a pale, gentle glow. It was still early, so Wang Lianhua conserved his strength,
waiting to hear the moans of the first woman to fall into his clutches.
Time slowly passed. By the time Wang Lianhua had finished gnawing on the chicken leg, the courtyard was still brightly lit. Wang
Lianhua continued to squat in the corner, enduring the biting wind. The piercing wind completely ignored his thin clothing.
He looked helplessly at the now-empty chicken leg, then reluctantly put it in his mouth and continued biting, reciting
Mencius's words: "When Heaven is about to bestow great ambitions upon a dead man, it will first..."
It seemed the poem gave Wang Lianhua strength, and he finally endured this painful period. It was past
midnight, all was quiet, the night was dark and indistinct, even the night watchman was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Lianhua climbed, taking a deep breath. A warm current flowed from his dantian. He
let out a muffled cry, his legs kicking wildly, making a thud as he stepped on the wall. The dirt crumbled down with each step, indicating the wall wasn't very sturdy
. He hoped it wouldn't collapse by the time he reached the top.
His internal energy was waning, but he still hadn't reached the top. He clung to the bricks, secretly relieved that
there wasn't anything suspicious on the wall. He knew the lecherous thief's notes said that
even if wealthy families didn't hide intricate traps in their walls, there would always be warning devices. Wang Lianhua pressed his legs against the wall, kicking and
rubbing his body against it, finally managing to reach the top, though his clothes were torn in several places.
Once on top of the wall, Wang Lianhua breathed heavily, trying to steady his heartbeat and regain his strength. After
about half an incense stick's time, Wang Lianhua finally looked into the courtyard. This family's house was quite large. Wang Lianhua
had lived in thatched huts since childhood, and even when he lived with his master on the mountain, it was a simple three-room house. This house, connected to another house
, with a small pavilion and a small lake, was a world apart—far more like a mansion in a small town.
Wang Lianhua sighed inwardly, then looked at his footing and suddenly realized a serious problem:
he had acrophobia. Wang Lianhua swayed precariously on the wall, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling an urge to vomit
. He lost his grip.
"Ahhhhhh..."
In the stillness of the night, Wang Lianhua screamed loudly. It seemed he was doomed this time. Thump!
Wang Lianhua's plump body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up dust.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the fear in his heart. Wang Lianhua groaned, waiting for the servants to swarm him. Wang
Lianhua clutched his head, expecting a beating.
After a long while, there was no sound. Wang Lianhua cautiously looked up; no one was there. Overjoyed, he
scrambled to his feet. With faltering steps, he walked towards a room that resembled a boudoir.
He
gently pushed open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Behind the pink curtains, a plump, fair-skinned human figure was partially hidden
under a silk quilt, only her smooth, white arms visible. Wang Lianhua had never seen such a beautiful woman before; his heart pounded wildly
. The thought of this beautiful woman soon being ravaged by him made him swallow hard.
With a lewd moan, Wang Lianhua pounced on her.
The poor woman on the bed probably had no idea of the tragic fate that awaited her. Wang Lianhua, pulling at his
tattered clothes, tossed the handkerchief aside and stripped off his clothes, revealing his naked, obese
body—a truly unsightly sight. Suddenly, in that moment, Wang Lianhua understood why his master had taken him as
a disciple. It was indeed a "desecration," he grumbled. Wang Lianhua's pig-like hands reached up and lifted the brocade quilt
, revealing the woman's graceful body. Her skin was like solidified cream, dazzlingly white, and beneath her red bodice, a pair of
full, jade-like breasts trembled.
Wang Lianhua grabbed them and began to knead them. Perhaps Wang Lianhua was too impatient, his movements inevitably too rough, for
the woman actually moaned. Those full, swollen breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand,
overflowed from Wang Lianhua's outstretched fingers. Wang Lianhua pinched them between two fingers, squeezing even harder. He hoped
the woman would wake up, and seeing her face filled with terror and shame would fill him with an indescribable satisfaction.
Wang Lianhua pressed his several-hundred-pound body down on her. The slender, delicate body beneath him felt like being held in
his arms, incredibly elastic. The woman writhed, breathing heavily as if she couldn't catch her breath. Finally, she opened
her phoenix eyes.
"How is it you?" she asked, slightly surprised. "Little lady, today I, this young master, will deflower you." Without
even looking, Wang Lianhua knew he would look lewd. Once, he had smiled at a little girl playing by the roadside
, and she had been terrified and cried on the spot.
Instead of the expected fear, the woman giggled. "Virgin?
You weren't even born when I was a virgin."
Wang Lianhua had even prepared his lines: "Go ahead and scream, scream your lungs out but no one will come to save you. It's stuck
in your throat!" Looking at the woman's face again, although still fair, she showed
the marks of time. Crow's feet appeared around her large eyes, yet she exuded a languid, lustful aura.
"Ah!" Wang Lianhua cried out. He didn't want his virginity to fall into the hands of a woman
. Just as he grabbed his clothes to run, she pinned him down. She was stronger than him
, and one hand reached between his legs. Wang Lianhua kicked wildly, "Help!
It's so small!" She seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "Sigh, it'll have to do for now."
(To be continued
)

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