[Plotting Lust]

" Alas
." Her lips parted slightly, and she sighed softly. Her fair, rosy face was etched with deep resentment. It
was nearly midnight, yet she couldn't sleep in her empty chamber. These past few days, whenever she saw the empty mandarin duck pillow in her embroidered bedchamber, she couldn't
help but clutch her chest and ask herself if anyone could truly embody the virtue of a wife free from jealousy and envy. She
had only been in her husband's household for a year, yet his passion had already waned considerably. When he loosened the sash on her shoulders,
removed the light gauze, and stripped away the red silk, and no longer showed the same fire in his eyes as before, she
knew that the new bride had not yet smiled, and the old one should weep.
She took on the entire task of selecting concubines for her husband. The frail and beautiful young woman, with a
pitiful appearance, timidly addressed him as "sister." No elaborate betrothal ceremony, no elaborate wedding banquet, just
a timid "sister," and a few simple clothes were all it took for her to move into the Tingtao Villa with a forced smile, stealing
all of her husband's passion.
"Miss, it's getting late," a maid who had come with her dowry said considerately, draping a robe over her as she stood before the bed,
but daring not to tell her to go back to her room to rest. She touched the maid's face, smiling bitterly, and said, "Xiao Lan, perhaps
you were right that day."
Xiao Lan's face quickly turned red, and she replied in a voice barely audible, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. I... I was just
guessing. After that, the young master never touched me again."
She carefully examined this maid, who was four years younger than her. Beneath the simple silk dress was a
shapely figure, not particularly slender but rather full and beautiful. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her delicate features resembled the girl next door often seen on the streets.
Do men like women like this? She couldn't help but think of that night.
That night, her husband was extremely drunk, vomiting and making a scene from dusk till night. From his mumbled words,
she vaguely heard his friends teasing him about something again. She wiped the filth from his body with an embroidered handkerchief, carefully helped
him to bed, and covered him with the blanket. However, she found her husband's body spread out, taking up the entire bed. She could only sit
on the edge of the bed, leaning against him as she drifted off to sleep.
Before she could even drift off, she was startled awake by a hot hand on her chest
. She opened her bright eyes, and saw that the thin hand slipping inside her undergarment belonged to her husband. She wasn't fully awake yet, just staring blankly as
her husband's hand quickly untied her outer garment and undergarment. Then, another hand slipped inside her undergarment, tracing her smooth,
alabaster abdomen, parting her delicate, shy vulva, and carefully kneading it.
"Husband..." she groaned, the kneading of her breasts and the caresses between her legs sending a wave of weakness through her body
, a strange, fleeting sensation, like the one she had experienced during intimate moments, beginning to surge continuously. No,
she couldn't lose face. She was a lady of high birth, how could she be as shameless as a woman from a brothel…
She forced herself to calm down, took a slight step back, away from the fiery passion that made her heart race, and said with a composed expression
, "Husband, please allow me to undress you and help you rest. You're tired today, don't hurt yourself."
Her husband stared intently at her as if he had confirmed something, his eyes filled with a disappointment she couldn't understand. She thought her husband
would say something, but in the end, he simply calmed his expression, turned over to make room for her, and appeared to be
asleep. She stood by the bed, not understanding why her husband was angry. She had never neglected the wifely duties her mother had taught her,
yet all she received in return was her husband's increasingly distant heart.
Her husband had once placed a Guanyin statue in front of her dressing mirror, giving her a meaningful look.
But she couldn't understand why. She stared blankly at the statue; Guanyin, the Bodhisattva, had a cold, dignified appearance, sacred and
inviolable. This was clearly a deity in everyone's hearts, so why did her husband always look at it with such disgust
? If he disliked it, why place it in front of her dressing table? Lost in thought, she went to bed,
curled up beside her husband, and wearily drifted off to sleep.
It was probably midnight when a muffled, sharp scream woke her from her slumber. She sat up in surprise, intending
to call her husband, only to find herself alone in the bedchamber.
It seemed someone was speaking in the flower hall; the sounds outside subsided, leaving only faint groans, a mixture of
pain and pleasure, that drifted into her ears. She wasn't an naive young girl in the throes of first love; she knew
what that sound meant. Hadn't she herself briefly made that sound when she couldn't bear it any longer after the veil was lifted under the dragon and
phoenix candles? Her face flushed, she slipped on her embroidered shoes, tiptoed around the screen, and
peeked out from behind a pillar.
On the small bed beside the flower hall, where her maid Xiaolan should have rested, now stood a
tall, imposing figure. Even without the moonlight streaming in through the latticed window, she knew that familiar profile was
her husband, who should have been sleeping beside her. His clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, his
torn and tattered undergarments strewn about. On the small bed, Xiaolan knelt, her elbows propped against her chest, her round, white buttocks
raised high, trembling and swaying with each thrust from behind. Her naked body
was completely exposed to the moonlight, like a newborn infant. Her cloud-like black hair fell to one side, and her cheek
, flushed red, clearly showed tears streaming down her face. Xiaolan bit her index finger tightly
in her mouth, but a mournful groan could still be heard clearly from her throat.
She couldn't feel sorry for Xiaolan; a maidservant was never supposed to resist such a fate. But her husband
had never truly looked at Xiaolan, leading her to believe Xiaolan could avoid that fate. So she even
arranged a marriage for Xiaolan. But she never expected that at this moment, her husband would be like a beast, lying on
top of Xiaolan, his mouth tightly biting her shoulder. One hand reached under her waist, forcefully grasping
her breasts, which appeared even fuller from her prone position. His other hand gripped
her buttocks as if trying to dig into her flesh. In the moonlight, his erect member, stained with blood, tirelessly
thrust deep into Xiaolan's most vulnerable spot, then violently pulled out. Each thrust sent Xiaolan
's body trembling as if burned, each withdrawal causing her neck to arch back, biting
her fingers. Her cherry lips seemed to close tighter and tighter with each thrust of her husband.
A moment later, her husband stopped moving, his lower body pressed tightly against Xiaolan's buttocks, his entire body pressing
down on her back, breathing heavily. Xiaolan's thighs seemed to have lost their strength and parted softly.
She released her lip from biting her finger and pleaded in a trembling, sobbing voice, "Young...Young Master, please go back to
your room...Miss...Miss has always been a light sleeper, if she's found out..."
"So what if she's found out?" the man behind her coldly interrupted Xiaolan, then,
as if venting his dissatisfaction, he turned Xiaolan's body over, her limp legs hanging down to her sides,
a patch of filth vaguely visible between them.
She watched in astonishment as her husband, who was usually not very sexually active, pounced heavily on top of her, his hands grabbing
her pair of porcelain-like breasts and alternately putting them into his mouth, licking and biting them as if they were some kind of delicacy. Xiaolan
, tears streaming down her face, bit her finger, suppressing the groans escaping from deep within her throat. Her lamb-like body
writhed helplessly beneath the man.
She watched as her husband's penis gradually hardened again, then mercilessly plunged into
her body once more, thrusting desperately. A nameless fear overwhelmed her, preventing her from watching any longer. She quietly retreated
behind a pillar, returning to her bedroom. As she curled her petite body into the large quilt, she realized that her
underpants were soaked through, feeling chilly and uncomfortable. She removed her underpants under the covers, and
as her slender fingers slid along the outside of her tightly closed labia, the warm dampness she felt suddenly gave rise to
an idea that made her blush with shame.
"No..." she murmured to herself, restraining her fingers from digging even deeper, trying
to recall the earnest teachings of propriety and grace in her mind, before finally falling into a deep sleep amidst her chaotic and uncontrollable thoughts
.
The next day, when she awoke, her side was still empty. Her husband had his own affairs to attend to, and naturally wouldn't be
indulging in his boudoir all day, she thought, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. She straightened her clothes and called Xiaolan into the room.
After several calls, Xiaolan lazily responded, then, as if remembering something, rushed
in, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, clearly having just been awakened. Her legs were slightly
apart beneath her skirt, and one hand was painfully clutching her lower abdomen as she ran. She paused, suddenly remembering
what she had seen the previous night, and her cheeks flushed red.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you," she said with a forced smile, reaching out to tidy Xiaolan's disheveled hair.
Xiao Lan froze for a moment, then slowly knelt before her. "Miss... I'm sorry, I... I
know I was wrong..."
"I have no right to blame you. It's not your fault. I just don't understand what I should do..." She
seemed to be speaking to Xiao Lan, yet also to herself.
"Miss... I dare to guess, the young master... doesn't want you...
to value such... such a grand demeanor."
She trembled. As a wife and the matriarch of the household, she had been taught since childhood how to maintain
the proper grace and virtue of a matriarch, but these words made her feel an urge to agree.
Her lips trembled as she pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps, it's time for my husband to take a concubine."
"Miss? You're not joking, are you?" Xiao Lan looked at her in surprise, but she nodded heavily.
"Xiao Lan, are you willing? If you are, then we will be sisters." She knew how much these words
befitted a matriarch, but every word cut into her heart like a knife.
“Miss…” Xiao Lan shook her head, “This servant has never thought of that. This servant
is content as long as I stay by your side and serve you.”
She sighed, not demanding anything. Since her husband was dissatisfied with her, she would find him someone he liked
.
That night, when she brought up the matter of taking a concubine, her husband looked at her in surprise, then frowned at her earnest face
, looking very disappointed, and left with the words, “If you want to choose this path, then so be it.” Then
he turned and left.
What followed proceeded naturally. Her husband had no parents to care for, no children to hold him back, and
after marrying her, his family was wealthy and powerful. She easily obtained a lot of
information about willing women from her husband. But to her surprise, after all her careful selection, her husband merely glanced at it indifferently, casually
picked one out, and tossed it to her, saying, "This is her. After welcoming her, just send her to Tingtao Villa."
After that, on an auspicious day, the delicate woman who had called her "sister" from that moment on became
another woman in the family, a woman she hoped would please her husband. She changed the woman's name; a rustic, rural
name didn't suit the place. The woman timidly looked up at her, sighed, and softly
said, "Sister, I understand. From now on, I will be called Chuchu."
Chuchu and her husband didn't love each other; their relationship was merely based on a hefty dowry. But she believed
Chuchu could please her husband. People say a concubine is better than a wife; for her, the only remaining task as a wife was to continue the family line
.
On Chu Chu's first night, to her surprise, her husband came to her bedroom first.
Looking at her with a thoughtful expression, he slowly said, "Ya Xian, do you really not know what I want?"
Her heart skipped a beat. His burning gaze made her chest swell, and a fearful
heat began to rise in her lower abdomen. The image of Xiao Lan's tender, submissive pleasure that night suddenly flashed into her mind.
She forced herself to calm down, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Husband, today is your wedding day. Don't miss
the auspicious time."
The heat in her husband's eyes gradually cooled. He smiled faintly, "Alright, I'm going. You should rest early
and not spoil the occasion."
She paused, not fully understanding her husband's meaning, because the bitterness in her heart was almost unbearable, and
words that shouldn't have been uttered were about to spill from her lips.
After that, on days when her husband was away, she would stand up until midnight, unable to fall asleep for a long time; Chuchu, being more sensible, would...
She served her husband to bed as before, but amidst his routine actions, she
no longer felt the same sense of entitlement. A growing disappointment and a lingering expectation filled her with a nameless fear. This
continued until tonight.
She gazed out the window, no longer speaking to the maid behind her; Xiao Lan tactfully withdrew. On the other side of the courtyard
was the Tingtao Villa. What her husband and Chu Chu were doing there was not hard to guess. In the early days of their marriage,
her husband had never strayed from her beautiful body. Now, the one he cherished and loved was someone else
.
Perhaps she had truly been wrong? Was being virtuous and dignified not what her husband desired?
Even with the three obediences and four virtues, sleepless nights were inevitable. Was this the fate of all wives? She suppressed her sorrow and
prepared to rest when suddenly, a night breeze seemed to blow through the distant courtyard, and the small gate of Tingtao Villa slowly
opened, as if a figure had flashed inside. In that fleeting glance, the person looked remarkably like her husband.
She stopped, staring intently, but could see no one; the gate was indeed open. She thought for a moment, feeling wide
awake, then pulled her clothes tighter and stepped lightly into the courtyard. Usually, servants would bolt the gate, but
today was strange. Had she imagined it? Why would her husband still be in the courtyard at this hour?
She entered, looking around. This was a separate courtyard from the main residence, previously just a guest room
. Now that the master had moved in, presumably the gate wouldn't need to be bolted anymore.
Looking into the distance, the simple master bedroom was still lit by candlelight. Could it really have been her husband just now? She
stared blankly at the candlelit window, a sudden blush rising to her face.
What were her husband and Chu Chu doing right now…?
As if possessed, she inching closer to the only source of light in the courtyard. Just as
she drew nearer, a series of gasps and moans that made her blush clearly reached her ears.
“Husband… Husband, be gentle… I… um… I can’t take it… um…” She frowned
. A woman like her would never utter such sweet, seductive sounds.
There was no reply from her husband inside. She moved closer, and could clearly hear
the sounds of skin rubbing against skin. The rapid, rhythmic slapping told her outside the window the passionate intrusion the woman inside was experiencing.
Had she really seen wrong?
The room was warm in spring, and the window wasn't completely closed; a small but
large gap was visible through the slightly upturned window frame
. She wanted to go back to her room, but her embroidered shoes refused to move an inch. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands seemed to have a will of their own as they rested on the windowsill. Her beautiful eyes slowly peered through the crack in the window.
The simply furnished room contained no ornate items; besides a table and three chairs, there was only a bronze
dressing table and a large sandalwood bed. Chu Chu's clothes were neatly folded on the dressing table, but only her outer garment and long
skirt were present. Several pieces of men's clothing were haphazardly hung on the corner of the bronze mirror stand, and her undergarments were even spread on the floor.
The most conspicuous item on the floor beside the bed was a woman's most intimate emerald green bodice. This thin piece of cloth, which should have covered her soft and fragrant body,
now lay alone on the floor, accompanied by a light pink undergarment with a long tear in it. The
sight was shocking to her, looking out the window. Her usually gentle husband had actually gone to such lengths...
"Husband... ah, please slow down... my soul... is about to dissipate..."
"Dissipate... isn't it better if it dissipates?" The man's voice was mixed with heavy breathing and pleasurable pleasure. "Dissipation
is true comfort."
The familiar voice finally made her gaze, which she seemed to be deliberately avoiding, fall on the bed.
The brocade quilt was already in disarray, piled high in a mess, and at this moment, those jade-like feet were crossed and
placed... On the crumpled brocade quilt, her skin appeared even whiter against the bright red pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
Her slender, jade-like toes curled tightly towards the soles of her feet, creating beautiful ripples. Her long, shapely legs were
tightly wrapped around the man's firm buttocks, trembling incessantly in display of her pleasure. Her strong, elastic thighs gripped the man's powerful
waist tightly, and near the high peaks of his buttocks, her satin-like skin twitched with a peculiar rhythm; even a naive
person could tell from the force of each twitch. Her seemingly weak, slender waist
rose and fell with her rapid breathing, each thrust causing her flat stomach to bulge high, as if the pleasure was almost
unbearable. A bright red, soft pillow now rested beneath her alluring, delicate buttocks, while her head, which should have been resting on it
, lay scattered in her flowing hair, swaying violently with the man's movements. Her beautiful face was contorted with
an expression that was hard to decipher—a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her phoenix eyes were narrowed to slits, glistening with tears, her delicate brows furrowed in
a way that drove the man wild. Her small mouth occasionally licked her dry, cherry-like lips with her tongue, and when it withdrew, a
series of blush-inducing moans escaped her lips.
That wasn't her husband, no… she cried weakly in her heart, but
who else could that profile be? The face bent over, rubbing against one of her breasts, though slightly blurred in the dim candlelight,
who else could be in Chu Chu's room at this moment?
Was this how her husband wanted Chu Chu? Was this kind of behavior—unconcealing her pleasure, utterly disregarding
her husband's body, almost to the point of being shameless—what her husband needed?
"Husband...this servant...this servant is about to ascend to heaven...let...let this servant...go..."
The voice, seemingly squeezed from the depths of her soul, soared with a thrilling joy, yet at the last moment was tinged with
deep disappointment. The man, at that instant, withdrew his erect member, a knowing smile playing on his
lips, and sat back on the crumpled quilt. He lifted one delicate jade foot, brought it to his lips, and gently licked each toe,
playing with it with irresistible tenderness.
Outside the window, she instinctively felt a strange warmth emanating from the embroidered shoe. In her daze, she even felt as if her husband
was holding her own foot. Once, her husband had also loved and cherished her bound feet in this way...
"Husband..." Her other free foot began to rub restlessly against the bedding, and her jade legs...
They began to intertwine and rub against each other, trying to convey their emptiness. "Don't tease me anymore, I... I can't take it anymore
..."
Her heart trembled. How could he... how could he say such things like that? Didn't he feel ashamed
?
The man released her jade-like feet, smiling as he pulled Chu Chu up, drawing her into his arms. He first
gave her a deep kiss, until his lips were filled with sweet saliva, then he released her with a smile, saying, "You
can't take it anymore, but I can still do it. What should I do?"
She remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, her husband loved to say playful things in bed, but she didn't know when
it started, she rarely saw him smile anymore. She stared blankly at her husband's smile, so different from usual, and
something seemed to gradually blossom in her heart. But she was also very curious, what did her husband mean by those words?
Her beautiful eyes widened, and she gave the man a coquettish glance, then slowly lowered her head, brushing her hair
to one side. She first spat a little saliva into her palm, then reached out her delicate white hand and grasped the man's erect
penis—a penis she wouldn't dare look directly at from outside the window—and began to stroke it up and down. The man showed a very comfortable
expression, leaning back against the foot of the bed, reclining and using one hand to
caress and enjoy Chu Chu's breasts, which, though not usually very erect, appeared high and round after removing her clothes.
A moment later, something even more surprising happened; she bit several fingers tightly in her mouth to prevent
herself from crying out.
The man gently patted the back of Chu Chu's head with his other hand. Chu Chu then tousled her hair,
furrowing her brows in a coquettish yet reproachful manner. She then extended her delicate tongue and lowered her head to meticulously
lick the penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Her tongue entwined around the purplish-red glans, taking in every last drop of filth
. Then, she lowered her tongue, pressing it against the thick tip, allowing some clear saliva to moisten the cleanly licked
shaft. Next, her cherry lips parted slightly, and like a baby suckling, she took in the thickest part, slowly
drawing it in. Her cheeks swelled and contracted, until finally, she had taken most of the penis into her mouth.
She watched this scene in astonishment, vaguely remembering that her husband had once asked her to do something similar.
How had she reacted then? Displeasure? Refusal? Disgust? She couldn't recall, but she knew it wasn't like that, definitely not like what Chu Chu was doing now
.
The man seemed satisfied. "Hmm, very good, you learn quickly." As he spoke, he quickened his
movements, pinching and kneading the crimson bud atop her snow-white breasts with two fingers.
Chu Chu, her mouth filled with the man's penis, let out a few muffled moans as it moved up and down her chest. The blush on her fair skin deepened
, one small hand supporting the man's erect penis, while the other couldn't resist reaching for her already completely
wet and soft vulva between her legs.
The intense heat radiating from her body made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. A burning sensation in her lower abdomen seemed to be calling out to something.
Her cool hand instinctively slipped inside her bra, the slight relief on her chest offering some respite from
the discomfort below. But when the bra had somehow slipped down, and her firm nipples began to rub against the cool fabric, a deeper desire within her transformed into a warm, moist current, 　　 slowly seeping
from her vulva . 　　 "No," she murmured weakly to herself, her hand sliding down her abdomen and into her skirt, uncontrollably 　　 exploring the slowly opening secret palace. Her entire palm tightly covered 　　 the flower cave that was constantly releasing slippery fluid, naively hoping to stop this terrifying change. But the heat of her palm, constantly impacting the most delicate 　　 labia, made her legs weak, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. She gripped the windowsill with one hand, oblivious to her own 　　 actions, oblivious to the fact that her fingers were teasing and manipulating her sensitive 　　 clitoris as if guided by her own will. She only wanted to savor this soft, tingling sensation that she had previously found terrifying. Even though her legs were 　　 almost giving way to collapse, she couldn't bear to look away from her beautiful eyes pressed against the window crack. 　　 Chu Chu's fingers had already parted her labia, her slender middle finger repeatedly thrusting 　　 and probing into the tight, fleshy opening, each thrust drawing out glistening fluid that flowed down her legs. Her other hand 　　 tightly encircled the man's penis, sucking it forcefully as if it were a delicacy she had never seen before. Her 　　 lips were glistening with a mixture of saliva and something else, she couldn't tell. Her phoenix eyes, with a pleading expression 　　 , looked upwards at the man, who was half-asleep and immersed in pleasure. 　　 The man smiled, lifting Chu Chu's delicate chin. A glistening thread of silk dangled from her cherry lips, making her appear alluringly seductive. 　　 "Get up, lie down properly." 　　 Chu Chu obediently struggled to her feet, her body glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, her slightly flushed skin looking 　　 incredibly tender and captivating. She panted softly as she slipped on her bright red embroidered shoes, her face a mixture of desire and 　　 shyness as she stood up. Swaying gently by her slender waist, she quickly walked to the round table in the center of the room, hastily placing her upper 　　 body on it, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, swaying gently. 　　 Chu Chu turned to look at the man behind her, letting out a low moan that could tempt any man to commit a crime—a moan that seemed 　　 to urge, an invitation, a mixture of extreme pleasure and unbearable loneliness. The man behind her watched with satisfaction 　　 as Chu Chu assumed a completely conquered pose, his erection throbbing proudly. He strode over and stood behind her 　　 . Chu Chu naturally parted her legs, allowing the man to enter between them. 　　 Outside the window, she could barely hear her own rapid breathing; her senses were reduced to her eyes and hands, and 　　 the waves of desire in her lower body were still dutifully fulfilling their function. Her eyes flickered; her husband had already lifted her... 　　 Chu Chu's legs were tucked between her waist, her red embroidered shoes had been thrown off, and her bare feet began to sway 　　 up and down with each thrust. 　　 Already on the verge of collapse, Chu Chu's upper body slumped limply on the table, her full breasts pressed 　　 against it, flattened and squeezing out as small mounds of white flesh. Her beautiful cheeks flushed red and pressed against the table, 　　 as if she no longer had the strength to even turn around, only able to weakly plead with each thrust: "Husband... have mercy."

"Let me have my way... I really can't take it anymore... No... there... there... mmm..."
Her soft moans abruptly stopped, and Chu Chu's entire body tensed violently. Her pearly teeth bit her cherry lips, as if something was about to burst forth from her body .
Her beautiful face wore an expression that seemed both intense pain and intense pleasure. Her slender phoenix eyes narrowed into
slits, her long, delicate neck arched back as far as she could, and her shapely legs straightened backward. Her supple body seemed to suddenly
transform into a taut bow. After a moment, her naked body suddenly relaxed completely. If it weren't for the man
's hands firmly supporting her slender waist, she would have slid off the table.
"Mmm... Husband... so... so beautiful..." Chu Chu's words became weak and feeble, a long
moan escaping her lips. Her heart was filled with satisfaction, her half-open phoenix eyes becoming listless and dazed, a trace of fragrant saliva sliding down her half-open lips,
forming a glistening line. Her slender, jade-like legs hung limply at the man's sides, motionless,
only the small patch of pink skin near her buttocks twitching slightly.
The man smiled happily, his hands gently caressing her buttocks, moist and smooth with fragrant sweat, his powerful waist
swaying slowly, the dragon that had been dormant for a moment beginning to thrust and rub again in the completely conquered paradise.
"Husband...husband, I can't take it anymore...if it weren't for...wanting me to die of pleasure..." Chu Chu
said, her breath coming in soft gasps, her waist twisting slightly, seemingly struggling against unbearable pain, yet more like an
uncontrollable craving.
"You're right, today I will make you die of pleasure." "The man spoke, his lower body beginning
to thrust more intensely, likely at the crucial moment of his ejaculation.
"Ah...uh...husband...don't...slower...this servant...this servant..." Chu Chu's small mouth opened wide,
but she could no longer utter a complete sentence, her body limp and powerless on the table, letting the man behind her storm
over her most tender secret place.
"Hmm...Chu Chu, my good Chu Chu..." The man pressed against Chu Chu's back, their two naked bodies almost
completely pressed together, their lower bodies joined tightly without a single gap. From
Chu Chu's rhythmic short moans, it was clear that the man had already ejaculated all his life essence into
the beautiful woman beneath him.
"...husband...this servant...this servant..." Chu Chu gasped, as if she had forgotten
what She murmured to herself, as if no words could adequately describe her feelings.
The man lay on Chu Chu's back, the two nestled together until everything gradually calmed down, then they separated their pressed
bodies.
Outside the window, she was too weak to stand; her body ached so much that she slumped to the floor beneath the window. The sounds from inside, however,
reached her ears without exception—both the powerful breathing and the delicate moans—all making her consciousness grow increasingly
hazy. Until Chu Chu's voice came from inside the room, "Husband, let me rest. I still have to pay my respects to my sister tomorrow
; if I'm late, I won't be able to explain." The word "
sister" struck her like a thunderbolt, instantly clearing her mind. She felt her cheeks burning
, yet her hands continued to caress and knead the softness of her breasts and the tenderness between her legs, adding fuel to the fire. She frantically
withdrew her hands, suppressed her breath for a moment, quickly straightened her clothes, and like a child caught doing something wrong,
touched her burning cheeks and walked back. Her underpants were still soaked, the coolness sending
a chill down her spine. She dared not think further, hurrying towards her own private space.
Even as she neared her room, the burning sensation between her legs remained unbearable. Her mind in turmoil, she
didn't even notice that her room had become much darker than when she left.
She almost stumbled into her room, heading straight for her bed without a second thought, as if
afraid… The weakness in her legs would expose her embarrassing state.
Entering the room, she found the dim, yellowish light strangely ambiguous, and a faint,
intoxicating fragrance filled the air. She paused to sniff, but this pause caused the long-suppressed, almost overflowing
pleasure to rush through her body, sending shivers down her spine. She felt weak all over, and leaning against the round table, she
slumped softly onto the stool.
Suddenly, a deep, pleasant, and strangely alluring male voice came from behind the screen, "It sounds like
Madam isn't feeling well."
She trembled as if struck by lightning, her entire body instantly covered in cold sweat. Who was it?
"...Wh...who...who is it?! What do they want!" "She asked in surprise. Her quiet and averse-to-noise
nature meant that even the nearest servants' quarters were hundreds of feet away. As a frail woman, even if she shouted, it would
be to no avail.
"Madam is intelligent and perceptive; how could she not know what I intend to do? But since I intend to do something, I naturally won't let you know my name. You can call me whatever you like. With your wisdom, Madam will naturally 　　 know what to call me
when the time comes ."
"With a gentle, refined tone, a tall, muscular man slowly emerged from behind the screen.
His face was handsome and dashing, yet it carried a wicked smile—a
smile capable of making a young girl's heart race and her legs go weak. More importantly, he was completely naked, his muscular physique glistening
with sweat. Below his lean, powerful abdomen, a limp, snake-like penis hung
between his legs from among his unkempt black hair, glistening with faint reddish blood streaks and still damp with viscous fluid, indicating
he had just been through a 'battle'.
" "Help...help...help me!" She screamed and tried to run towards the door, but her legs were too weak to
lift. The man smiled and flicked his finger, a gust of wind brushing past her delicate cheek, and the slightly ajar door slammed shut as if
pushed shut by a forceful hand. She stared wide-eyed at the smiling man, tears streaming
down her face without her noticing.
The man continued his unhurried pace, slowly sitting down opposite her, continuing,
"I didn't want Madam to see me in this unsightly state, but Madam is so beautiful and elegant. I've been preparing for a long time before deciding to act,
so naturally I need to vent my pent-up anger first. If I lose control and hurt Madam, that would be a sin."
"I feel a little sorry for that maid, but she's just a common woman; I'm sure Madam won't take it to heart. Is that so?" That voice
carried a strange allure, as if it could arouse one's most primal desires and entice one to unconsciously agree with
everything he said.
"You... what have you done to Xiaolan?" "She mustered her courage and asked in a trembling voice, the man's eyes brazenly
sweeping over her body, as if a pair of hands were truly roaming over her. His mere gaze
rekindled the desire that had just been suppressed by fear. She slowly made up her mind, and as she asked,
she reached up as if to stroke her neck.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing the candlelight to flicker slightly, and her raised hand was immediately grasped by a strong, large hand,
the rough knuckles stinging her delicate wrist. A wicked voice sighed in her ear,
"Madam is indeed cunning. Knowing my character, I certainly don't want to do anything with a dead person, but
how could I bear to let such a beautiful woman perish?" His hot breath brushed against the back of her earlobe, making her dizzy
and disoriented. Her hands were utterly powerless, and the ethereal fragrance seemed to permeate her entire body,
intensifying her tingling itch.
The man pulled the sharp jade hairpin from her hair and tossed it far by the door. He lowered his head again, as if to nibble at
her delicate neck, and murmured, "This kind of jewelry, which could lead to disaster at any moment, is better off without."
Her cloud-like black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sight of it being seen by anyone other than her husband sent shivers of shame through her entire body .
Suddenly, she felt something wet and hot pressing against her sensitive skin on her back. Without
turning around, she knew the man's penis was now swollen and erect, ready to shatter her virginity,
penetrate her softness, and pierce her soul. She couldn't help but weakly beg for mercy, even knowing the man would never let
her go: "Please, let me go! I... I can give you a lot of money. I swear on my honor. I
can give you anything but myself, just please let me go, don't touch me..." Her words trailed off into a girlish
sob, desperate tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her jade-like legs, bringing a piercing chill.
"Why is my lady so terrified?" The man suddenly scooped her up in his arms, her embroidered shoes flying far away. His hot,
throbbing penis lightly touched her buttocks, each touch making her gasp even through the thin silk.
As he walked towards the bed behind the screen, he continued, "I've only come to teach you, Madam, what
a woman's pleasure is, how you can bring pleasure to a man, and what kind of woman a man truly desires. For someone of your
beauty, Madam, to not know how to use it, to not know how to satisfy her husband, is truly a tragedy."
She kept pounding on the man's chest, but her limp hands seemed more like a plea for mercy. She cried out
, "No... let me go... I don't want to..." She paused for a moment only after hearing the man's last words ,
but immediately began to twist and struggle again.
Behind the screen, what she saw completely stunned her. The floor was littered with scattered scraps of cloth, roughly
discernible as various women's garments. A pair of small, delicate feet trembled among the scraps, and
two purplish-red bruises were clearly visible on her rounded ankles. Her long, slender legs extended upwards, and her once smooth, youthful, elastic
thighs were covered with bluish-purple hickeys and teeth marks. Around the entrance to her private quarters,
the pubic hair that should have been scattered was completely gone, only the swollen, raised skin covered with fine, dried blood beads. Two delicate
labia, unable to properly guard the entrance, hung limply to one side, and the tight little opening inside was now wide
open... A tiny opening, barely the size of a fingertip, revealed taut, pink flesh engorged with blood, constantly oozing clear, lustful fluid
. No semen was visible at the vulva, but thick, white, viscous fluid seeped from beneath her seated buttocks.
Two gruesome handprints, as if pinched, marked her flat abdomen. Above, her once delicate, white breasts were in a far cry from their former state;
the pink areolas beneath her rosy buds were now a dark, crimson red from a single tooth mark, and her smooth, fragrant flesh was covered in various
bruises, a testament to the brutal abuse she had suffered.
Xiao Lan sat naked, slumped on the cold floor beside the bed, her expression as if transported to a distant
time, yet her slightly parted lips and hazy almond eyes held an unbearable pleasure. Watching her
mistress being carried in by a naked man, she showed no reaction, as if she were already dead…
“Xiao… Xiao Lan!” "...No, someone save me...save me..." Only when the man's hands placed her
on the bed did she suddenly wake up, screaming and shrinking into the corner of the bed. Her large eyes stared at the man in fear,
her hands clutching the sheets to her chest, trembling and crying like a frightened deer.
She watched as the man gave a strange smile, then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She kicked out in terror
, but the man easily caught her foot in his large hands, gently stroking it and occasionally
tickling her delicate, sensitive soles and between her toes, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her.
The man's lips lightly kissed her slender toes, and he said slowly in his seductive voice, "Madam, why are you
so afraid? With your precious body, if I were to harm you in the slightest, wouldn't I be courting death? I'm just here to teach you
how many women's pleasures you've missed." "
The man spoke, but his actions didn't stop. She felt a dizziness, and the man's broad chest was already
over her small body. His strong hands swiftly flung aside the sheet she was holding, grabbing her
skirt by the waist. She didn't know what method he used, but before she could react, she felt a chill on her legs. Her outer skirt and panties
seemed to be torn in two as if made of paper, exposing her shapely, long legs to the man's burning gaze
.
"Stop...stop..." She desperately kicked her legs, her hands tightly protecting her most private parts,
struggling in vain.
But the man seemed to know what she was going to do next. With a sway, her legs kicked against
the sides of the man's waist, turning into a lewd position with her legs wrapped around his waist. The heat from the man's waist spread through her leg muscles
to her entire lower body, causing the heat that had subsided throughout her body to spread again."
She felt the fragrance growing stronger, and her hands, which had been protecting her lower body, stirred with a strange urge, as
if they couldn't resist reaching into the soft, tender flesh they should be protecting, to relieve the
emptiness brought on by a sudden surge of heat.
"Does Madam truly wish for me to stop?" the man's seductive voice whispered in her ear,
their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. His large hands slowly moved upwards from her ankles, magically igniting
a fire wherever they touched, driving her to distraction. His hands moved slowly but relentlessly, and she felt a thrilling
pleasure creep from her ankles up to her groin. Her hands, which had been tightly covering her private parts, couldn't resist the
relieving, itchy sensation. They opened to her sides like a welcoming guest, gripping the sheets tightly. Her pleas for
mercy grew fainter, and the fire burning within her felt like only this man could extinguish it. If she refused, she felt
she would be burned alive.
“Facing your own desires isn’t difficult,” the man whispered in her ear. She couldn’t answer,
only moaning softly. The unfamiliar, terrifying surge of desire could no longer be contained, gushing
forth from the only passage between her legs. She could even feel the man’s hand, which had just caressed her inner thigh, now sticky
and slippery. A wave of intense shame washed over her, but her near-madness prevented her from uttering any
rational words. She could only listen to the man continue, moaning, “My lady, look at the overflowing nectar,
it’s proof of your pleasure. Why won’t you admit it? Men like to make their women happy, and your husband
is no exception…”
“I…my husband…” She thought of her husband’s face. Was what she was deliberately avoiding what her husband truly
desired? Thinking of her husband, she instinctively reached out to push the man in front of her away, but her soft, smooth hands
lost all strength when pressed against his hot, firm chest, instead involuntarily
stroking along his strong muscles.
"Madam, do you really think that in bed, a man needs a dignified, polite, and well-mannered woman
?" the man panted, raising his hand to cup her soft breasts, slowly kneading them. "You don't know
that you are more alluring than ever before, more satisfying to men than ever before."
The sensation of her breasts being rubbed made her moan softly in pleasure, the heat ignited by his fragrance seeming to find
release, gradually gathering in her increasingly firm nipples, making them even more swollen and erect. The hard
tip gently caressed the man's palm, making her purr like a kitten being stroked.
The naked desire in the man's eyes even stirred a sense of pride within her. If she did this, would her husband look at her with
the same eyes?
But this man was just a stranger, just a lewd womanizer! Her remaining rationality warned her, and
her husband's love surged within her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
The man seemed to understand her intention. One hand remained on her breast, while the other quickly returned
to between her thighs, which she was about to clench, gently covering the sparse pubic hair.
"No... I can't... I can't be like this... so lewd..." She closed her
beautiful eyes in shame. His strong thumb pressed tightly against the firm nipple of her right breast, rubbing and drawing circles.
His other four fingers held her left breast, his outstretched hands squeezing both breasts together tightly. His nimble fingers sometimes pinched the bright
red tip, sometimes gently caressed the soft white flesh. Her weak legs couldn't stop the powerful hand from below. Her
thighs, which she tried to clench, pressed against the man's thighs. The rough hair rubbed against her delicate skin, making
her feel unbearably itchy and numb, causing her paradise to twitch involuntarily. The hand that had entered her forbidden area didn't rush to caress her, until
he found the pearl inside the jade shell. Then he applied some slippery substance to his fingertips, pressed the gradually hardening pearl, and
rotated and caressed it. The waves of pleasure surging through her hot, delicate body almost melted her into a pool of spring water. She
couldn't utter a single word of self-reproach, not even a hint of lewdness or vulgarity. Only a faint cry remained in her heart: "Husband, save me, I
can't take it anymore, this man… he's terrifying.
" "Does my wife wish to win back her husband's heart?" Just as she was lost in passion, the man suddenly uttered these startling
words. She slightly opened her dazed, starry eyes, filled with confusion. Why, at this moment when she was about to lose her virginity, was the man
repeatedly using words that would only increase her shame?
“It’s only because you’re not open-minded,” the man continued his actions, but deliberately
slowed them down to help her regain some of her senses. “Now your skin is flushed with desire, your face is
radiant with spring, and your thighs are overflowing with moisture. It’s clear you’ve experienced the pleasures of womanhood, but why won’t you open your heart and enjoy them?
This way of enduring not only harms your precious body but also frustrates men.”
As he spoke, he suddenly took her earlobe into his mouth, his masculine body pressed against her soft, flower-like
form. He licked her earlobe while speaking haltingly, “Madam…show your pleasure
…it’s not difficult. Follow your most primal desires…let men know…the pleasure they bring you…
it’s not difficult…try it…”
“I…” The intense pleasure made her consciousness somewhat blurred. Her deliberately suppressed heart slowly opened,
all because of one thought: could it be that her past reserve had caused her husband to grow increasingly distant? “I…don’t know… ”
"...I don't know what to do...I'm so hot...I feel so uncomfortable...Please...let go...help me...help
me..."
"Follow your feelings, don't think about anything." The man's voice became gentle and soothing.
His hand, which had been between her thighs, suddenly released the already wet and sticky clitoris. He extended two fingers and began
circling the rapidly expanding and contracting opening of her vagina. As more and more fragrant, soft fluid began to gush out, his two fingers joined together and suddenly
pierced into her vagina.
She was struck dumb, her whole body stiffening. Her pert buttocks tensed tightly, and the fingers inside her vagina slithered
and writhed like snakes, searching for something in her honey-filled flower garden. Finally, the fingers stopped at one spot,
and then, as if reaching their destination, began to move on that slightly thicker, tender flesh.
This action felt like a direct blow to her heart, making her tense body go limp. With each
movement of his fingers, her beautiful body writhed like a snake, and her previously low moans rose uncontrollably to a piercing crescendo:
"No...no...I...I'll...ahhh...I'll die...uhh...not there...
please...ahhh...die...I'll die..."
A sweet torrent surged through her mind, leaving it blank. She felt her hands gripping
something tightly, yet grasping nothing at all; her feet kicking, yet kicking nothing; her mouth uttering
something, yet she couldn't hear herself. The only sensation left in her body was the tender flesh being caressed and teased;
her body felt as if it were floating towards the heavens.
Just as her whole body trembled, her satin-like skin flushed red, her waist arched higher and higher, and her toes tightened more
and more, the man suddenly withdrew his fingers.
"No...no..." she cried out involuntarily, arching her back and hips forward, chasing after the man's withdrawn
fingers.
"Madam, how can a wife only care about her own pleasure?" That bewitching voice rang in her ears again
, the hand caressing her breasts still moving slowly and deliberately, leaving the climax just hovering
on the edge. She even felt the pleasure within her body about to burst through her taut skin, tearing
her apart.
"Please...I...I can't...Husband...save me..." She was on the verge of madness. She
desperately hoped that the man before her, whose physique was almost identical to her husband's, was indeed him. Then she could at least find some solace
in accepting that her shameful state hadn't been exposed to outsiders, but rather presented to her beloved husband.
As if her thoughts had been read, the man rubbed his throat, leaned close to her ear, and
gently pinched her delicate earlobe with each opening and closing of his lips, uttering a voice identical to her husband's: "Xianya,
aren't I your husband? Don't you even recognize your own husband?"
She twisted her tender white legs, the emptiness between them becoming more intense than the fragrance in the room, but
a sliver of reason still made her struggle to say, "You... aren't... my husband... wouldn't do this... he wouldn't...
wouldn't bully me... never..."
"Bully? Yaxian, is this the kind of bullying you mean?" A gentle voice softly called her by her maiden name in her ear,
and at the same time, a warm caress came from the most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. The man seemed to be mocking something, letting out a soft
hum, "Don't you want this kind of bullying?"
The sweet impact made her heart leap into the air, and she moaned as if in a dream, "...
I want... no... I can't..."
"Why not...you can treat me as your husband...I'll teach you how to make me happy, then
...from now on, you'll be a real...wife who satisfies a man...and your husband...will
love you even more..." With each passage, a warm, wet sensation spread through her chest, as if a tongue were slowly
licking it. Then, a perky bud was released by fingers, and before she could even experience the disappointment of losing that caress, it was
taken into a burning mouth that seemed to melt her.
As his tongue teased her, she could only moan in broken sentences, "I... ah... I don't know
... husband... um... husband..."
Her nipples were suddenly released, a cool sensation on her saliva-covered chest. Her husband's voice
whispered again in her ear, "Do as I say, I'll teach you, and then, I'll show you how sweet the pleasure of two people can be...
"
A pressure came from the back of her head, and her entire upper body was pressed down, crawling beside the man's strong thighs.
The thick muscles against her cheeks twitched occasionally, making her vaguely feel as if she were back in the blissful days of her honeymoon
, napping beside her husband's legs. That one and only instance of indiscretion was now recalled, thankfully her cheeks
no longer flushed.
The man gently pushed her cheeks until his cherry lips almost kissed his engorged penis. She trembled slightly, and
some blurry images from not long ago flashed through her mind.
"Suck it in, be careful not to touch your teeth." A gentle command came from above, and the hand pressing behind her head forced
her lips tightly against the purplish-red glans. A slightly fishy smell made her frown slightly.
Although she didn't understand how this would make the man feel good, she still slightly opened her mouth and shallowly took
the tip of the glans into her mouth. Then she raised her large, watery eyes and looked at the man's firm chin with a sense of helplessness.
"Take it all in, don't be afraid, nothing will happen. Come on. Do as I say." Her husband's voice
was like a spell, making her mind go blank. She tried her best to open her mouth wide, letting the thick penis slide
into her mouth inch by inch. Her cheeks contracted rhythmically according to the instructions of the voice, and her tongue obediently wrapped around the penis,
awkwardly licking it as her cherry lips moved up and down.
A comfortable groan came from above her head, "Yes...very good, you can go faster." She quickened
the up-and-down motion of her head, the sweet saliva in her mouth dripping down the edge of his penis, making her lips wet and slippery. She took it in so deeply that
it almost reached her throat, making her feel suffocated. Did her husband like this? She thought vaguely, as if
the huge thing in her mouth was her husband's. Her small chin opened as wide as she could, almost fawningly licking and sucking, while
letting out comfortable moans with a nasal tone that made the man's bones melt and his waist go weak.
The man must have been very happy. She felt his large hands intensify the kneading of one of her breasts while
sliding down to the crevice between her firm, full buttocks. His fingers squeezed into the empty paradise again, and warm, lustful
juices quickly overflowed. The tender flesh gripped the invading fingers tightly, writhing and rubbing as if it had
a life of its own. The rapid, rhythmic movements propelled her already heightened passion to new heights.
As if wanting the man to know her pleasure, she passionately spat out his penis, licked it a couple of times, then took it deep into her mouth.
Her disheveled hair and overflowing saliva no longer seemed shameful to her; rather, only in this ecstatic state could she
feel that the joy in her heart had been truly expressed.
Suddenly, a wet sensation came from her tightly closed anus. She felt a finger, saturated with her juices
, force open the closed gate and pierce into the unexpected passage. With the penis in her mouth, she let out a confused moan, her
pinkish-white buttocks swaying uncomfortably from side to side, trying to escape the man's finger. But the finger was much more agile, and instead, it
twisted and slid in all the way. The fingertip sometimes gently bent and teased inside her passage, sometimes thrusting and probing, quickly
tiring her swaying buttocks from struggling. A strange stimulation began to slowly rise within her; she even felt that one
finger wasn't enough.
The man's finger played with her for a while, then suddenly curved deep into her buttocks, a strong sensation
surging forth with the pressure of the fingertip against the tender flesh. Pleasure began to gather from her entire body to between her legs. Her soft body gradually
stiffened and tensed, her small mouth could no longer hold the penis, her cheek rested on the man's thigh, and a
soul-stirring moan escaped from her slightly parted cherry lips. The indescribable, wonderful feeling made her whole body feel light as if she were about to fly away. "Ah
ah ah ah... this... what... ah ah ah ah... no... mmm mmm..." The moan suddenly became high-pitched,
then turned into a thin, nasal sound. She knew this sound, but she had just realized that the pleasure it represented was so powerful
that she couldn't control her mouth at all. It felt like some liquid was spraying out from the tight, burning passage below.
It wasn't urine or feces, but she didn't want to think about what it was. The wet feeling on her thighs made her feel incredibly comfortable
, as if something she had been waiting for had finally happened.
Still lost in the afterglow of pleasure, she suddenly felt her thighs, which were resting on her head, lift up, her slender waist being lifted by strong hands, and
her petite body being embraced by a broad, hot chest. She groggily opened her eyes slightly, and then felt
something hot and thick engulfing her soft, moist lower body.
Something flashed through her mind like lightning, and she weakly uttered a moan: "No... I
want... I want my husband..."
"I am your husband, Ya Xian, tonight, I am your husband..." It was the same
voice as her husband, the same face. In the dim light, she was overwhelmed with guilt towards her husband
.
The man's hands slowly lowered, the purplish-red glans parting the tightly closed flesh, its thick shaft squeezing
into the narrow opening, relentlessly pushing inward until the very tip touched the most sensitive and delicate core of her body.
She let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her husband entered her in the same way as before, but
a strange, unfamiliar sensation arose due to her changed state of mind. The lingering afterglow made her inner tenderness incredibly sensitive; even the mere
insertion caused her whole body to tremble slightly. The fullness and heat made her suddenly realize
how regrettable and repressive her past suppression was.
Knowing she could no longer muster any strength, the man considerately lifted her buttocks, slowly withdrawing his penis
before abruptly releasing it, allowing her to quickly sit down. She tightly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on his
shoulder, obediently relaxing all her muscles, no longer suppressing the throbbing in her heart. With each deep
penetration, she moaned ecstatically.
"Husband...so beautiful...I...so comfortable...I...I'm...sorry..." Tears welled in her
eyes, but she couldn't tell if they were from sorrow or pleasure.
The man stopped moving, his large hand gently stroking her sweaty, snowy back, and softly said, "Remember today
's pleasure... Your husband will love you even more."
The slightly throbbing but no longer thrusting penis made her feel uncomfortable all over. She shifted her hips restlessly,
letting the penis rub against the unbearably itchy walls of her vagina, while moaning softly, "Husband... mmm...
husband... husband..."
As if she could no longer endure it, she felt a strong force supporting her waist, and she
fell backward with the force. His tall, handsome body, maintaining its connection with her, held onto her body,
gently covering hers.
She naturally bent her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist, impatiently reaching her slender heels for his back.
She refused to think about the man's identity anymore; whether it was the feeling in her body or the consciousness in her mind, she tried to
believe that this was her husband, at least for now.
While nibbling at her delicate neck, he molded her tender breasts like dough under his palms. With each movement
, she was aroused, her heart throbbing with desire. Her sensitive spot, pressed tightly against his penis, felt both tingling and itchy. She involuntarily
swayed her slender waist, the gentle friction easing her intense desire.
"Mmm...mmm...husband...don't...don't tease me anymore, I know I was wrong...
I'll know what to do next time...mmm..." she pleaded. The man gently thrust his hips, and her lower body
tightened, then filled. A gentle rhythm began, but the excited, engorged flesh didn't
feel relieved by the slow thrusting; it felt as if an invisible hand had lifted her heart into the air, making it dangle even higher.
A woman's intuition told her deepest desires: seduce, seduce the man's desire for the pleasure you crave
, exploit your pride…
She naturally stretched her perfect body, deepening and strengthening the fiery connection between them. Her
disheveled hair framed her flushed cheeks, her long, slender, white index finger rested on her full, red lower lip, her pink
tongue lightly licking the tip. Her eyes were hazy, as if slightly intoxicated, yet her gaze towards the man revealed a clear longing.
No man could resist such a look from a beautiful woman beneath him; it was
a gaze that could drive even a saint mad, a gaze that could only appear in the triumph of a woman's primal desire over traditional reason
.
The man raised his head, gazing into her eyes, then his gaze swept over her beautiful, naked body, like a ripe,
tempting fruit waiting to be plucked. With a low growl, he released his long-suppressed desires.
And so she finally experienced the pleasure of indulging her desires again. The man propped himself up,
lifted her legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, fully exposing her delicate flower to his predator. Soft buttocks...
Holding her tightly, her full buttocks were slightly lifted by strong hands, and the pillow scattered beside her was immediately tucked under her. Even
this brief moment of emptiness from the change in position caused her to let out a sweet, nasal moan, a sound that was both coquettish and urging.
Why had her desire become so intense, so intense that all the teachings of her mother over the past decade had been thrown to the winds
… that fragrance? But she had no time to think about it; her only thought was to expose herself, to expose
her true, naked self, to expose her softness, her fragrance, her sweetness, to exchange for a man's pleasure,
and the ultimate ecstasy that pleasure brought her…
“Ahhh…”
A feeling of complete fulfillment, accompanied by intense pleasure, filled her mind. His penis, unable to resist any longer, thrust in all the way, losing all gentleness. Although the hands holding her buttocks still showed tenderness, the hot, swollen
penis of desire had used all its strength, as if to pierce her tender core.
It should have been painful; the intense, rhythmic thrusting made her feel
the walls of her tender vulva constantly churning in and out. Yet, it only brought pleasure, only made her moan, only made her utter
words of intense ecstasy she herself couldn't believe she would say. Her delicate, naked body, as tender as a spring bud
, trembled and softened with each thrust, a trembling of pleasure.
In the waves of pleasure washing over her, she discovered something new: when she contracted herself as if trying to hold back urination , the man's heavy breathing became deep and comforting. As if trying to please her, she 　　 contracted her muscles with each
thrust that felt like it was hitting her heart . 　　 "Ya Xian... Ya Xian..." The man's voice rose higher, echoing her husband's voice, which made her 　　 respond involuntarily, "Husband... mmm... husband... don't leave me... ahh... husband 　　 ..." 　　 The sweet thrusts from below grew faster and more violent, each one causing her soft clitoris to cave inward, 　　 almost bursting open another mysterious gate at the end of her fleshy orifice. Her consciousness became increasingly 　　 blurred with the increasing speed of the penis. Friction, thrusting, stirring, kneading—in the soft embrace, the hot penis ravaged wantonly, 　　 gradually swelling to its limit, and the man's movements reached their fastest. 　　 "This concubine... this concubine... husband... ahhhhh..." She wanted to shout something, but the moment she opened her mouth, a 　　 soul-stirring moan shattered all her words. She felt as if her soul was about to fly away; the swollen glans made 　　 her feel as if her clitoris had been crushed. The intense sensation, far exceeding what her fingers could provide, left her vision 　　 blank. Her remaining consciousness only knew to contract incessantly, giving the man the pleasure she could. 　　 In her contractions, the man could no longer restrain himself, wanting to 　　 hold her tightly in his arms as if he wanted to embed her body into his own. He thrust his hips forward forcefully, his glans pressing firmly against the deepest, most tender core, and a torrent of hot fluid 　　 erupted violently! 　　 "Ugh...ahhh..." she moaned loudly, her jade-like hands gripping the man's back tightly, her legs 　　 wrapped tightly around his waist. The unprecedentedly intense impact deep within her tender orifice finally 　　 snapped the taut string of desire within her. In wave after wave of gushing heat, she trembled, cried, moaned, and 　　 writhed, reaching her climax... 　　 In a hazy, half-awake state, she seemed to hear her husband's soft whispers, and gentle caresses 　　 prolonged the sweet afterglow. But she was utterly exhausted, unwilling even to lift her eyelids. 　　 Under the man's caresses, she curled up like a newborn infant, nestled in the quilt, and surrendered herself 　　 to sleep. As her breathing gradually calmed, complex tears welled up from beneath her long eyelashes, forming pearl- 　　 like drops that flowed down and disappeared. 　　 Until she was completely asleep, the man made no further frivolous moves, only gazing tenderly at her curled-up, 　　 naked body, pulling the quilt over her, and smiling with pity. But that familiar smile was no longer there for her 　　 . 　　 ... 　　 Chu Chu rose languidly, still sleepy, and began to dress before the mirror. She had long expected that she would be alone beside him. Since entering 　　 the household, apart from seeing her husband once during the day on the first day, she had only seen him during their intimate moments at night 　　 . After the spring night, only the cold emptiness remained the next morning. 　　 Was this what a concubine was? A tool to relieve desire? Chu Chu didn't understand. She only felt a little afraid of her husband, 　　 completely different from the feeling she had when they met on the first day. Chu Chu, who had just experienced the pleasures of the night, was 　　 still suffering from backaches and pains for three or four days after being tormented by her husband's eyes, which were filled with a strong sense of evil. How could a person's eyes change so 　　 quickly? 　　 Chu Chu put on the last pearl hairpin and got up to pay her respects to her sister. The matriarch of that prominent family was someone she 　　 dared not even look directly at, just like her own husband; she could only obey. 　　 "Husband?" Chu Chu looked in surprise at the man who walked out of her sister's room. Her husband could actually 　　 sleep with two women in one night, but given her sister's refined manners, she shouldn't have let her husband work so hard. 　　 Hearing the call, the man turned around in surprise, then walked over and asked indifferently, "Are you up?" 　　 Chu Chu lowered her head, avoiding her husband's sharp gaze. This was the husband she had met on the first day. 　　 She hadn't expected him to still seem so unfamiliar during the day. She stammered, "I'm up. I was going to 　　 pay my respects to my sister." 　　 "No need," her husband waved impatiently. Looking down, she saw a strange 　　 leather bag in his hand, and a half-burnt incense stick in his other hand. "Ya Xian is a little unwell today. You 　　 can go back to your room." She slightly raised her head and nodded gently. Her gaze, slightly raised, fell on her husband's neck, and she suddenly 　　 asked 　　 curiously , "Husband, where did the mole on your neck go?" 　　 She reached out to touch his neck in slight surprise, but was coldly pushed away, 　　 a voice A voice rang out: "When did I ever have a mole on my neck?" 　　 Chu Chu looked up in surprise. She was certain that the man who came to her every day for their intimate encounters did indeed 　　 have a mole on his neck. She was about to say something when her husband's hand, carrying a leather bag, suddenly swung towards her. She felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she felt lightheaded. The world before her eyes gradually darkened, and
before she completely succumbed to darkness, she saw the leather bag fall to the ground, some messy, flesh-colored lumps and hair-like
things scattered everywhere. She heard the last words she would ever hear: "One night as husband and wife, a hundred days as friends...
Well, I'll send you to reunite with him; that's more than enough."
...
The spacious, comfortable carriage slowly drove out of the city, heading towards the distant suburbs. She sat inside, softly leaning against her husband
's lap, her eyes filled with reverence and love. Her husband's gentleness and generosity had pulled her out of the shadow of her loss of virginity.
Whenever she recalled the loving look in his eyes that day, she was filled with remorse for her suicide attempt.
How could she leave this world without loving this man with her whole heart and soul?
"Husband, is the hot spring at the villa really that good?" She rubbed her cheek against her husband's chest playfully
. That night had made her realize she wasn't a good wife at all, merely a statue of Guanyin
, capable of bearing many children and grandchildren, but unable to bring her husband joy. Perhaps the world's label
would ultimately be "adulterous wife," but as long as her husband was happy, she didn't care.
"Ya Xian, do you still remember what you promised your husband?" her husband teased, one hand slipping inside her bodice,
lingering on his private, sweet spot.
"Of course I haven't forgotten, as long as my husband doesn't find my service clumsy and inadequate." Bathing together, she
thought shyly. If her mother were alive, the seven grounds for divorce for lust would be enough to make her regret her unfilial daughter
. But, her husband's happiness was enough.
She shifted her body slightly, making it easier for her husband's hands to explore her delicate skin.
A surge of passion welled up within her. She bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and placed her slender hand on her husband's gradually rising groin,
asking softly, "Husband, is it uncomfortable?"
Her husband looked at her tenderly and smiled, asking, "If it's uncomfortable, what do you suggest?" As he asked, he
lifted his outer robe and pulled down his trousers, revealing his already erect penis.
"Mmm… let me help you…" she said shyly, lifting her long skirt and slightly pulling down her underpants, revealing only her
full buttocks and the pink cleft between them. Hooking her arms around her husband's neck, she nestled against him and
slowly sat down. Her already wet and tight vulva slowly swallowed his hard penis, eliciting a satisfied moan.
Suddenly, as if playing a prank, her husband thrust his penis upwards, causing her to cry out involuntarily.
She blushed and buried her face in his shoulder. The coachman was a grown man, and she knew the sound
would reach his ears. This shameful thought only made her lower body even wetter.
She didn't care who heard; looking into her husband's expectant eyes, she no longer suppressed her moans. Even if the
whole world heard, as long as her husband was pleased, she didn't care.
The carriage continued its slow journey. The coachman stared indifferently ahead, as if the passionate
moans emanating from the carriage came from another world. The carriage swayed slightly, not from the rough road,
but in a rhythmic, suggestive way.
The carriage crossed a small river, where a large group of people stood in a circle, seemingly watching something. The coachman seemed
oblivious, and the two people inside, already consumed by passion, naturally paid no attention to them.
In the middle of the crowd lay two corpses, a man and a woman, just pulled from the river. Occasionally,
whispers of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) figures would circulate, adding to the mystery surrounding the bodies. Some, vaguely recognizing their identities, eagerly
offered their opinions.
"That man was a notorious womanizer, skilled in disguise, and yet he died here. Who knows
who that woman is? So pitiful."
"He must have robbed a woman for pleasure and then tried to cover his tracks, but some chivalrous hero punished him."
The discussion continued, indicating that various versions of the rumors were about to spread. The carriage continued its swaying journey,
the faint groans fading into the intoxicating spring breeze as it receded into the distance. Only the swollen, waterlogged male
corpse remained, a single black mole still clearly visible on its neck…
(end
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