Pan Jinlian abuses Ximen Qing

On this day, Ximen Qing, draped in a large floral crane cloak and waving a folding paper fan, secretly met with Pan
Jinlian at Wang Po's teahouse. Soon after, Pan Jinlian arrived as promised. Today, she was exceptionally alluring and captivating. Her
hair was adorned with pearls and jade, her hair ornaments were double-pinked, and her fair, delicate face was lightly rouged like a peach blossom.
Beneath her slender, arched eyebrows, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tender affection, and her cherry-red lips seemed to whisper sweet nothings. She wore
a white silk robe with a blue gauze overlay, her breasts swaying like dewdrops falling into a peony's flower chamber. Her lower body was clad in a purple
silk skirt with green patterns, her slender waist radiating spring-like beauty. Her graceful figure seemed to float like bees and butterflies, her lotus-like steps causing a hundred flowers to bloom.
Seeing Pan Jinlian enter the room, Ximen Qing hurriedly stood up and embraced her delicate body. "My darling
, I've missed you so much!" he said, his tongue sliding down her slender, white neck.
Jinlian gently pushed Ximen Qing away. "Hmph! It's not you who misses me, sir. If you did, why haven't you
come to see me these past few days?" Jinlian pouted, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to Ximen Qing, and said sweetly.
"Oh! My wife, what are you saying? I went to the county to order some medicinal herbs these past few days, so I haven't been able to see
you. Heh! Heh! Have you missed me?" Ximen Qing sat down beside Jinlian, turning her shoulder with his hand and
asking with a smile.
"I didn't miss you at all!" Although Jinlian said this, she had already nestled her neck into Ximen Qing's embrace.
Pan Jinlian was usually arrogant and domineering towards Wu Dalang at home, but she was gentle and tender towards Ximen Qing.
As the two were talking, Granny Wang pushed open the door and came in carrying a food box. She opened the box and took out a pot of liquor, two wine
cups, four dishes, and two pairs of chopsticks, which Ximen Qing had asked Granny Wang to buy.
"Granny Wang, why don't you have a drink or two?" Ximen Qing said politely to Granny Wang.
"No, no! I have to go about my business, so I won't keep you company. You and Jinlian enjoy
yourselves!" Granny Wang said with a smile, picked up the empty food box, closed the door, and went downstairs.
After drinking a few cups of wine, the two embraced and fell onto the bed, preparing for their tryst. Ximen Qing opened Jinlian's
front, revealing a pair of plump, white breasts. He opened his mouth and sucked on one nipple, licking and gently biting it,
while pressing and kneading the other with his hand, arousing Jinlian's soft moans. He then moved his hand along her abdomen to between her thighs.
Jinlian raised her jade wrist and pushed Ximen Qing away, saying, "My lord, do you want to become my mistress for a fleeting moment, or my wife for life?
" "Of course, my wife for life.
Why do you ask this today, my little darling? Have I been away for a few days and you've become too aroused
?" Ximen Qing lewdly chuckled, gently pinching Jinlian's nipple and teasing her.
"Since you are truly sincere, my lord, you should marry me as soon as possible, lest the rumors continue to spread." Jinlian then 　　recounted
to Ximen Qing how she had taught Yun Ge a lesson in this room after Wang Po overheard his gossip outside. Ximen Qing clapped his hands in admiration after hearing it! 　　"That's nothing, the best is yet to come!" Jinlian then told 　　him how she had humiliated Wu Dalang at home. Unexpectedly, Ximen Qing's eyes widened in disbelief after hearing it. 　　"Wife, let me try too!" Ximen Qing seemed to be pleading with Jinlian. For 　　playboys like Ximen Qing and Hua Zixu, the more exciting and novel the thing, the more it would arouse their interest, especially in this 　　male-dominated feudal society. Conversely, wouldn't it be the greatest pleasure to be ruled and humiliated by a beautiful woman 　　? As the saying goes, "I'd rather die under the flowers, even as a ghost, I'd be romantic! 　　" "How dare I! My lord is so noble," Jinlian said with a coquettish smile. 　　"I'm sincere, my wife, if you don't believe me!" Ximen Qing knelt on the bed and kowtowed to Jinlian, making 　　her giggle. 　　"I'm just afraid that in the end, my lord will lose his temper and become angry. What will I do then?" 　　"Don't worry, my wife, if I regret it, may I be torn apart by five horses and die a horrible death!" 　　"Alright then! Let me demonstrate for my lord first." 　　Jinlian made Ximen Qing get off the bed and sit on a stool. She took off her clothes on the bed, revealing her snow-white body 　　. Jinlian spread her pink legs and straddled the high-rising quilt, one jade hand on her hip. She 　　swayed her fragrant buttocks back and forth on the quilt, as if she were riding a person, no! It should be called a centaur! A 　　pair of white and elastic breasts swayed with her, like two ripe peaches hanging on her chest. Jinlian 　　opened her almond eyes slightly towards Ximen Qing, and gently licked her pearly lips with the tip of her tongue. 　　Sitting below, Ximen Qing, aroused by her seductive charm, couldn't resist his lust and pounced on the bed. Jinlian 　　quickly stood up to avoid him, but Ximen Qing ended up lying on the quilt that Pan Jinlian had ridden on. Just as he tried to get up, 　　Jinlian straddled his back with her alluring, white buttocks. "You dog servant, you've come to my door yourself, so this old lady 　　will ride you for a while and let you enjoy yourself," Jinlian's tone turned contemptuous and cold. 　　"Wife..." 　　"What you should call me is Princess Jinlian, understand?" Jinlian slapped Ximen Qing on the back of the head and said 　　. 　　"Ah, right! Princess Jinlian! This servant greets you!" Ximen Qing, ridden beneath Jinlian, replied with a smile. 　　"Glib tongue, take off your clothes and kneel on the ground," Jinlian stood up and commanded in a coquettish voice. 　　Ximen Qing, naked, knelt before Pan Jinlian. Thick pubic hair stretched upwards from his abdomen, like a 　　green dragon soaring across his body. His large, erect penis, hard and erect, resembled a red-headed marshal 　　leading ten thousand soldiers, ready for a life-or-death battle. Alas! It's a pity such 　　a majestic marshal only had one eye! 　　"Crawl over here, crawl between my legs," Jinlian commanded, standing two meters away 　　, her naked body and slightly angry face showing. Ximen Qing crawled over like a dog, crawling under Jinlian's alluring buttocks. 　　"Crawl back again!" Jinlian commanded, her slender hands still resting on her waist. 　　Ximen Qing obediently crawled back. A smug smile appeared on Jinlian's face. 　　How could she not be happy to have the handsome, dashing, and debonair Ximen Qing enslaved within her grasp! 　　"Not bad! You're very subservient. Now beg me to ride you like a horse! You must be sincere!" Jinlian said in a serious but coquettish voice as she sat on the stool. Her voice was so beautiful, like a clear stream 　　flowing gently 　　in the mountains , that it made Ximen Qing feel weak all over.

"Your servant! I beg the princess to ride on my back and treat me like a horse!" Ximen Qing pleaded confidently.
"What do you mean, 'not a good backside'?! Try again!" Jinlian said in a disgruntled, coquettish tone.
"This lowly servant begs the princess to ride on my back with her fragrant buttocks," Ximen Qing said
, looking at Jinlian as if asking if he was right to say it.
"Alright, lie down properly!"
Jinlian stood up, picked up one of her embroidered shoes from the ground, and placed her delicate foot on Ximen
Qing's kneeling back, pressing down hard. "How many laps can this servant carry his mistress? Looks like you're quite strong!"
With that, she spread her pink legs and firmly straddled Ximen Qing's bare back.
After Jinlian mounted him, Ximen Qing deliberately bounced his body up and down, and Jinlian swayed with him as if she were truly riding a galloping horse
. "Alright, alright, hurry up and crawl!" Jinlian commanded with a giggle on his back.
Ximen Qing chuckled and began to carry Pan Jinlian forward.
"Oh dear! Why do I feel like I'm riding a pig?" Jinlian said, deliberately laughing as she rode on Ximen Qing's back.
"No, Princess, it's a dog!"
"It's a dog! If it's a dog, hurry up and bark!" Jinlian grabbed Ximen Qing's hair with one hand and
swung her embroidered shoe at his buttocks with the other, panting excitedly.
"Woof! Woof woof!" Ximen Qing crawled while barking like a dog.
Jinlian made Ximen Qing lie flat on the ground, then straddled his back with her fragrant buttocks, twisting back and forth. This was Jinlian's
favorite action. She raised her embroidered shoe and hit Ximen Qing's buttocks hard. Ximen Qing's buttocks were bruised
and red. He suddenly discovered a kind of pleasure in the pain! This pleasure was something he didn't experience when he was with a woman.
He enjoyed it happily, moaning "Ah! Ah!" Jinlian gently rubbed her vulva against his smooth back,
emitting excited moans. Both of them were intoxicated by the pleasure of sadomasochism.
Jinlian straddled Ximen Qing's face, her honey-dripping vulva pressed tightly against his lips. He
thrust his tongue into the crevice of her valley, greedily sucking the sweet nectar flowing from within.
Jinlian made Ximen Qing kneel on the ground. She moved lightly to the table and poured a cup of wine: "After drinking this cup, you must
express your gratitude to your master!" With that, she parted her lips slightly and spat into the wine, handing the cup to Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qing respectfully accepted it with both hands. He looked at the saliva floating in the wine, then at Jinlian, as if to
say: "Are you really going to let me drink this?
" Jinlian understood his meaning: "Drink it quickly!" With a sweet shout, Ximen Qing picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp.
"Ah! That's right! Others want to drink but can't!" Jinlian said with satisfaction.
"Thank you for the wine, Princess!" Ximen Qing knelt on the ground, bowing and scraping to Jinlian.
"Is it good?"
"Delicious, delicious!"
"Delicious! Let me give you some more!" Jinlian said, raising her jade wrist to pick up the wine pot and pouring wine onto her beautiful feet.
Then, with her feet wet with liquor, she walked to the bedside and sat down, leaving several wet footprints on the floor.
"You dog slave, lick the footprints clean!" Jinlian commanded arrogantly in a coquettish voice.
Ximen Qing knelt down excitedly, bringing his mouth close to Jinlian's footprints and licking them with his tongue. When Ximen
Qing finished licking the last footprint, he had crawled to Jinlian's feet. "Very good! Hehe!" Jinlian
laughed happily. She stood up, picked up her embroidered shoes, went to the center of the room, spread her pink legs
, and aimed the top of the embroidered shoes at her genitals. A stream of golden urine gushed out from her urethra. "Crawl over here, you slave, come and drink
the urine that I'm rewarding you with!" Jinlian's voice was cold and coquettish.
"Yes, sir!" Ximen Qing crawled to Jinlian's feet, carefully taking the embroidered shoe as if afraid of spilling a single drop of urine
. He brought the shoe to his mouth, savoring the fresh urine inside. Ximen Qing's
mouth had tasted countless delicacies and drunk countless fine wines, yet now he was drinking a woman's urine.
"How does it taste?" Jinlian asked knowingly.
"A little fishy, a little astringent and bitter."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Then you can drink it every day from now on, hehe!" Jinlian's giggles were filled with pride and self-satisfaction!
Ximen Qing's blood boiled from Jinlian's beautiful appearance. He crawled a few steps and grabbed Jinlian's jade legs. "This servant
wants to see Princess Jinlian relieve herself." His eyes gleamed with a greedy, hungry light, like a wild wolf.
"How can that be!" Jinlian blushed at his words, her fair cheeks flushing crimson.
She gently bit her lip, her delicate teeth making her even more alluring.
"Please, my lady! Just agree to my request!" Ximen Qing knelt humbly at Jinlian's feet.
"Not now. As long as you, sir, marry me and bring me into your household, I will do whatever you ask!" Jinlian
said shyly.
"Alright! Then what should we do next…?" Ximen Qing suppressed his desire and asked Jinlian dejectedly.
"Lie down on the ground." Jinlian's cheeks remained flushed.
A beautiful bare foot stepped on Ximen Qing's face. Jinlian used her slender toes to tease his lips and
ears, and rubbed his cheeks with her white soles. Her two fair feet alternately stepped on his face. Ximen
Qing felt the smoothness and delicacy of her feet and even smelled a faint aroma of liquor!
Jinlian made Ximen Qing lie face down, then stepped on his head, grinding her feet into it. She stood on his
back, walking back and forth, causing him to groan and moan under her weight.
"Suck my toes in your mouth!" Jinlian sat on a stool, looking down at
Ximen Qing lying at her feet. She placed one foot on his chest, and with the other, she
stuck her long, slender big toe into his open mouth. Ximen Qing alternately licked Jinlian's toes while stroking his
penis, secretly vowing to marry her.
Finally, white tears streamed from the Grand Marshal's only eye. Was it
weeping for not finding a worthy opponent? Its once strong and powerful physique had shrunk, gradually shrinking until it finally
went completely limp.
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Hua Zixu had an uncle who was a eunuch in the palace. This old eunuch always stayed at Hua Zixu's house when he returned home to visit his family.
Hua Zixu's wife, Li Ping'er, was incredibly beautiful, with a face that could shame the flowers and the moon, and a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. The old eunuch had
long coveted his beautiful niece-in-law, often secretly sending her gold and silver utensils and jewels behind Hua Zixu's back, subtly expressing his affections 　　.
Although he was a eunuch, his pursuit of beautiful women was unstoppable . 　　Li Ping'er knew that these jewels were gifts from the empresses and concubines of the palace, bestowed upon 　　the old eunuch. To obtain more jewels for her own private collection, she secretly indulged his advances. The old eunuch had long 　　lost his libido, and years of sexual frustration and repression had led him to develop a 　　perverse psychology. 　　He bound Li Ping'er with ropes and hung her from the rafters in his room. He stripped her naked, lit a 　　candle, and dripped wax onto her fair, delicate skin. After he finished, he began licking every 　　inch of her smooth, honey-like skin, from her toes to her hair, savoring it meticulously until he had licked her entire body. Li Ping'er let out 　　moans; it was unclear whether she was aroused or crying out in pain… The old eunuch left; his 　　holiday to visit his family was over, and he had returned to the palace to serve his masters. 　　Li Ping'er sat in her room, thinking about the torment she had suffered at the hands of the old eunuch, thinking about her husband, Hua Zixu, spending his days and nights with his 　　cronies, including Ximen Qing, indulging in philandering and brothels, leaving her young, beautiful, and vigorous wife 　　sleepless all night! Alone in her empty room! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth. She silently vowed to herself: 　　she must make Hua Zixu kneel at her feet again. She wanted revenge. She 　　had gained inspiration from the old eunuch's strange behavior. She quietly considered her next move... 　　That noon, Hua Zixu returned with his hands behind his back, humming the lewd tunes he had learned in the brothel, and strutting around 　　. Li Ping'er greeted him from the living room, her slender fingers lightly adjusting her headdress. She said coquettishly, "My lord, you've been gone for 　　several days. Have you forgotten me?" 　　"Not at all, not at all. I went to meet some friends, so I came back late. I missed you terribly!" 　　he said sweetly as he pulled Li Ping'er into the living room. 　　After they sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, Li Ping'er said in a soft voice, "My lord, while you were away these past few days, do 　　you know what I was thinking about at home?" The maid Qiuyue brought in two cups of hot tea and placed them on the table. 　　"What are you thinking about?" Hua Zixu asked with a smile, sipping his hot tea. 　　Li Ping'er stood up from the embroidered stool, walked over, and sat on Hua Zixu's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. 　　"I've come up with a good idea to add some fun to our intimate moments!" 　　"Oh! My wife, tell me quickly, what's the good idea?" Hua Zixu was impatient. 　　"Wasn't there an empress named Wu Zetian in the previous dynasty?" 　　"Yes!" 　　"Before we make love, I also want to be the empress, issuing orders to you. You must obey every imperial decree of the empress 　　and not disobey. You must be her servant. That's how we'll have fun!" Li Ping'er looked at Hua Zixu with a flirtatious sidelong glance 　　. 　　"Okay! I can try it. My wife, you're so clever to come up with such a thing, ha! ha! ha!" 　　"Then my husband can't go back on his word!" Ping'er said coquettishly. 　　"A true man's word is his bond, and he will never break his promise!" Hua Zixu swore, patting his chest. Ping'er chuckled inwardly, 　　unaware that humiliation and abuse were about to befall him. 　　"Dongmei, Qiuyue, prepare 　　the wine for the master." Soon, the wine and dishes were 　　laid out. After several rounds of wine and dishes, Li Ping'er led Hua Zixu into the bedroom. 　　Li Ping'er sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Hua Zixu standing two meters away. Zixu, his eyes still slightly glazed with drunkenness, looked at his wife 　　. He suddenly noticed that Li Ping'er was even more beautiful and alluring after drinking . Her fair face 　　was flushed, like a newly blooming peony. A golden hairpin adorned her dark hair, embroidered with phoenixes and flowers. The curls in her dark hair added to her captivating 　　charm, making her resemble a bewitching enchantress. "What are you standing there for? Kneel down!" came Li Ping'er's 　　sweet, melodious command. Zixu involuntarily knelt on the ground. 　　"Crawl over here like a dog!" Li Ping'er commanded Zixu. 　　"Yes, Your Majesty." Zixu crawled towards Ping'er on his knees. 　　Reaching Zixu's face, Li Ping'er extended a beautiful foot clad in a purple embroidered shoe. "Want to lick my 　　feet?" Ping'er asked teasingly. 　　"Yes, yes!" 　　"Then use your mouth to take off my embroidered shoes and socks. Remember, no hands!" Ping'er 　　commanded sweetly. 　　Zixu had no choice but to use his mouth to remove Ping'er's shoes and socks, secretly praising his wife's skill. 　　With the shoes and socks removed, Li Ping'er's beautiful and alluring slender feet were revealed. Her skin was fair, her toes 　　long and evenly spaced, her toenails translucent and shiny, like dewdrops on a flower petal after a rain. 　　Her soles were smooth and soft, truly the darling of any foot connoisseur! Just 　　as Hua Zixu was about to lick Ping'er's jade-like feet, she suddenly flashed her foot in front of his mouth. "Come on, come and lick 　　it, hee hee!" Ping'er said teasingly, swaying one of her jade-like feet. This only increased the temptation for 　　Hua Zixu, arousing his desire to lick that beautiful foot even more. 　　He lunged at the foot, but Ping'er turned and dodged him, standing on the ground. Hua Zixu missed his 　　target and fell onto the bed. Just as he was about to get up, Li Ping'er raised a bare foot and stepped on his shoulder. 　　"Before licking my feet, lick the spot where I sat. I want to see if you're sincere 　　!" 　　"Yes, yes, this servant obeys!" Zixu brought his mouth close to the spot where Ping'er had just lifted her buttocks, still warm from the heat 　　, and licked it diligently, wetting the area. 　　"Does the place where I sat smell good? Do you like to smell and lick it?" Li Ping'er asked seriously, looking down at him. 　　"Smells good, smells good, really smells good!" 　　"You sycophantic lackey, crawl over here like a dog and lie down." Ping'er raised her jade wrist and pointed to 　　the ground under the embroidered stool, ordering Zixu again. Zixu crawled over and lay down where Ping'er pointed. "Qiuyue, bring a pot of wine."

Qiu Yue brought a pot of wine, handed it to Ping'er, and stood silently to the side, watching everything unfold.
"Now, I'll reward you with some foot-washing wine. Open your mouth," Li Ping'er commanded Zixu with disdain
.
Zixu eagerly opened his mouth at Ping'er's feet. Ping'er stretched her foot in front of his mouth and began pouring the
wine from the pot onto her beautiful feet. The wine dripped down her instep and toes, little by little, into Zixu's mouth.
"Giggle! Giggle!" Li Ping'er looked down at Zixu and laughed happily.
"Alright, kneel down and beg this grandma to lick your feet. You must beg! Begin!"
"This servant begs grandma to let me lick your feet!" Zixu pleaded.
"No, not sincere enough. Start again!" Ping'er pouted her small, blood-red lips, turned her face to the side, and pretended to
be angry.
"You lowly servant, you lowly servant, I beg you, I beg you, my esteemed mistress, to let me, Hua Zixu, lick your most precious feet
! Just one lick will do!" Zixu stammered as he pleaded again, getting into character.
"Since you're so shameless, fine, I'll have some mercy. Come on, lick them!" Ping'er
stretched out her bare, slender feet in front of his mouth. Zixu quickly grabbed them, afraid they would escape again. He stuck out his tongue and
licked each of her toes one by one. The way he licked Li Ping'er's feet was like finding a
spring of clear water in the desert!
"You shameless thing, Hua Zixu, licking my feet, do you find it exciting? Is it pleasurable? Tell me!" Li Ping'er
asked provocatively.
"Exciting, exciting, wonderful!" Zixu answered while licking her feet. Ping'er
laughed happily upon hearing this.
"You should feel proud and honored to lick my feet! Quickly say that my toes are your precious elixir
!" she commanded while enjoying licking her feet.
"The Empress's toes are my life-saving elixir!" Zixu replied.
"Lick the soles, the heels, lick them obediently, you slut, ah! ah! So comfortable..."
Zixu's tongue slid over Ping'er's soles, insteps, heels, and then licked her toes. Ping'er
closed her eyes in ecstasy, letting out soft moans.
Ping'er stood up, stripped herself naked, and laid Zixu on the ground. She straddled
Zixu's face with her legs spread wide, and said, "I want to piss a little, I'll give you a taste,
open your mouth!" Ping'er said with a smile.
Zixu obediently opened his mouth beneath Li Ping'er's buttocks, and a stream of warm water gushed from Ping'er's vulva
into his mouth. Zixu gulped down the nectar she had bestowed upon him. At this moment, Li Ping'er deliberately
twisted her buttocks, and urine flowed onto Zixu's face. The warm, fishy urine trickled down his cheeks and onto the ground
. "Giggle, giggle, giggle," came a series of silvery laughs from above, so charming and melodious
. Qiuyue, standing to the side, also covered her mouth and laughed.
"Qiuyue, go fetch a basin of water, Grandma wants to wash her feet," Ping'er said to Qiuyue.
"Yes, young mistress!" Qiuyue went out.
A moment later, Qiuyue brought over a basin of water. Li Ping'er ordered Zixu to kneel and prostrate himself on the ground, while she sat on Zixu's back,
dipping her feet into the water. Qiuyue gently washed her feet. After washing, Ping'er put on her embroidered shoes and said to Qiuyue, "You
should wash your feet too!"
"Yes!" Qiuyue was about to sit on the embroidered stool.
"Sit on his back to wash!" Ping'er said, standing to the side with her hands on her hips.
Qiuyue shyly came over and sat her plump buttocks on Zixu's back, putting her beautiful feet into
the foot-washing water that Ping'er had prepared. After washing, Li Ping'er said to Zixu arrogantly, "You slut, Qiuyue is now your mistress. You must
drink the foot-washing water that I and the mistress used, do you hear me?"
"Your servant, yes, yes!" Zixu picked up their foot-washing water and opened his mouth...
After drinking the water, Hua Zixu was so full he kept burping. "How did it taste? Do you feel
happy?" Ping'er asked gleefully.
Hua Zixu was speechless. He had been psychologically conquered by Li Ping'er. He was completely
absorbed in the pleasure of being abused by women. In this feudal dynasty where men were
superior to women, Li Ping'er's ability to turn the tables demonstrated her wit, keenness, and a side that most women did not possess.
After Zixu calmed down a bit, Li Ping'er walked over. "Look how choked you are! Why did you drink so fast?" Ping'er
grabbed Zixu's hair with one hand, bent down, and gently
spat her saliva into Zixu's mouth. "Qiuyue, you come too!"
Zixu obeyed Ping'er's command and lay down on the ground. Qiuyue put her hands on her hips and
placed one of her white, bare feet on his face. "Master, you didn't expect to be trampled underfoot by your own maid, did you?" she
asked while rubbing Zixu's face with her foot. "Does it feel good? Very exciting?" Her foot began
to increase the pressure on Zixu's face.
"Yes, yes!" Zixu was indeed strongly sexually stimulated by the humiliation of the two women. His erect
penis pushed his crotch high, like a small hill rising from a plain.
Qiu Yue had lost her initial shyness. Being able to trample the usually aloof and arrogant lord under her feet
gave her a strange pleasure. "Lick my toes, open your mouth!" Qiu Yue commanded Zi Xu
. Zi Xu obediently opened his mouth at her feet, and she inserted each of her toes into his mouth, moving them back and forth
. After Zi Xu had licked both of Qiu Yue's feet, she ordered him to stick out his tongue, which she then playfully pinched between her big and middle toes.
A happy smile appeared on Qiu Yue's face.
"Kneel on the ground, it's time for me to ride you like a horse. Giddy up, giddy up, crawl around the room until I'm satisfied!"
Li Ping'er, riding on Zi Xu's back, shook the reins and squeezed his stomach with her legs. Zi Xu, carrying
the two women on his back, began to crawl around the room. "Quickly imitate a horse's neigh!" Li Ping'er, riding on his back, excitedly
commanded in a sweet voice.
"Hee-hee-hee..." Zixu's cries were muffled because he was biting on Ping'er's skirt.
He had only climbed two laps when he was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily, with beads of sweat running down his cheeks.
The drops fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the ground. Ping'er and Qiuyue, who were riding on him, showed no sign of getting off, continuing
to beat him all over…
That day, two of Hua Zixu's friends came to ask him to go out for some fun. Just as Zixu and they reached the gate,
“Hua Zixu!” came Li Ping'er's delicate shout from behind. Hua Zixu felt his legs go weak, and he involuntarily collapsed
to his knees.
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Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing's affair was finally exposed, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it. Although many people knew about it
, they didn't know the specific details. Xiao Yunge, carrying a tattered basket filled with a few pounds of pears,
hawked his wares along the streets all day long, and had contact with many people, so obtaining information was very easy for him.
One day, when several people who knew the whole story gathered to discuss the matter, he pretended to be selling pears and stood aside
secretly eavesdropping. Little Yun was clever and quick-witted, and he remembered everything he heard.
After learning the whole story, whenever someone mentioned or asked about it on the street, he would always step forward to chime in or tell
them what had happened.
When he passed by Wang Po's teahouse while selling pears, he saw two people drinking tea and talking about the matter. He immediately
joined them, engaging in lively discussion, his eyes constantly glancing at Wang Po. This infuriated
Old Wang Po, who was selling tea nearby. On the surface, she remained calm and continued with her business, but inwardly
she cursed viciously: "You little bastard, instead of selling your lousy pears, you come here spouting nonsense! You'll see! Once I tell
Jinlian, I'll find a way to teach you a lesson!"
At dusk, Wang Po came to find Pan Jinlian. Wu Dalang hadn't returned from selling pancakes yet. Wang Po
told her about what had happened during the day, which made Jinlian's face turn pale with hatred. She gritted her teeth and began to plot
how to teach Yun Ge a lesson…
The next morning, the streets were deserted. Little Yun Ge, carrying his pear basket, arrived at Wang Po's teahouse again, a
route he took every day.
"Yun Ge!" Wang Po called out, coming out of the house.
"What is it, Old Wang Po?" Wang Po didn't care at all that Yun Ge addressed her like that;
normally she would have already started cursing.
"You don't earn much money selling pears all day. Your godmother sees you as pitiful, so I made you a new
dress. Come with me and try it on!" Wang Po put on a benevolent smile.
"Is it suitable?" Little Yun Ge asked somewhat shyly.
"Hey, what's inappropriate about it? We're all neighbors. Come upstairs with me!"
"Okay!" Yun Ge, innocent and delighted, readily believed Wang Po's words. After all, he was still just a twelve-year-old child and couldn't
resist being deceived.
Little Yun Ge followed Wang Po to the door of the inner room upstairs. "Yun Ge, the clothes are on the table inside
. Go in and get them!" Wang Po still smiled kindly. Just as Yun Ge was about to push the door open, Wang
Po, who was behind him, kicked him in the back. Yun Ge was kicked so hard that he crashed through the door and fell face-first onto the floor.
The pear basket in his hand flew far away, scattering pears all over the floor.
Before he could react, Pan Jinlian, who was hiding behind the door, quickly stepped forward and placed her
delicate foot, clad in a bright red embroidered shoe, on Xiao Yunge's head. Wang Po took the rope Jinlian handed her and straddled Yunge's back ,
binding his hands tightly.
"What are you doing? Help!" Xiao Yunge screamed in terror.
Jinlian stomped harder on Yunge's head, pressing his mouth tightly to the ground, and his screams gradually
subsided. "Godmother, you go ahead and do your work, I can handle this!" Pan Jinlian
said to Wang Po, looking at Xiao Yunge struggling under her foot. Yunge recognized the voice as belonging to Pan Jinlian.
"Alright, Jinlian! Be careful, this little rascal is very cunning!" Wang Po warned Jinlian
.
"Don't worry, I love dealing with these little rascals," Jinlian said with a coquettish laugh to Wang Po.
Wang Po kicked the little Yun Ge lying on the ground, then closed the door with a laugh and went downstairs to attend to her business
. Or rather, she went to keep watch.
Pan Jinlian placed her hands on her slender waist. "You little brat, do you know why I'm trampling you
under my feet?" Jinlian pressed her beautiful feet against Yun Ge's head, her eyebrows furrowed as she
asked fiercely, her expression like that of a seductive female demon from a myth.
"Let me go! Let me go! You bunch of thieves and prostitutes, why are you tying me up! Humph! Let me go if
you dare!" Yun Ge struggled and twisted his weak body under Jinlian's beautiful feet, uttering weak, stubborn cries.
"Oh dear! You little brat, you're quite tough!" Pan Jinlian lifted the embroidered shoe that was stepping on Yun Ge's head, lifted
her skirt, and quickly straddled Yun Ge's back. She used one delicate hand to grip his neck,
while the other hand slapped Yun Ge's tender face repeatedly. When her hand hurt, she took off the
embroidered shoe and continued to slap Yun Ge's head. Excited moans escaped Jinlian's lips, her
slightly exposed, high breasts rising and falling with her breaths, like waves chasing each other in the sea. She felt
this was another kind of pleasure—the pleasure of sadism! Yun Ge cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face
to the ground.
"Spare me! Aunt Wu!" Yun Ge, no longer as strong as before, choked out,
begging Jinlian on his back for mercy.
"Oh! Begging for mercy, you little rascal, weren't you pretty tough!" Pan Jinlian deliberately drew out her delicate voice as
she spoke to Yun Ge, who was pinned beneath her. She stood up from Yun Ge's back, flipped him over with her slender feet, and
pressed his bound hands beneath her. She placed her foot on his chest. "What did you say about me on the street?
Learn it from me!"
Jinlian's tone seemed much gentler. She crossed her pink arms in front of her chest and looked down at Yun Ge beneath her jade-like feet.
Yun Ge secretly thought: Oh no! They captured me for this. Who told them? I'd better
beg Pan Jinlian to release me as soon as possible!
"Aunt Wu, I..."
"Shut up! What Aunt Wu? Call me Grandma Pan!" Jinlian interrupted Yun Ge, and...
Her foot moved from Yun Ge's chest to his face.
"Grandma Pan, Grandma Pan, I'll never talk nonsense again, please let me go!" Little Yun Ge
pleaded again with Jinlian, who was pressing her foot on his face.
"Let you go? Not so easy. Your grandma will teach you a lesson this time, how to say what you shouldn't say in public
!" Pan Jinlian said, removing her beautiful foot from Yun Ge's face. She bent her jade-like body, stretched out her slender white
fingers, grabbed his collar, and pulled the thin, withered little Yun Ge up from the ground.
Then, she sat on a stool next to the table, crossed her legs, and looked at the little Yun Ge standing in front of her with his hands tied behind his back with a piercing gaze.
"Kneel down!" Jinlian gave Yun Ge her first command. "Grandma Pan, please let me go..." Before little Yun Ge could finish speaking, "Slap!" 　　A crisp, pleasant slap
landed on his face . 　　"Say it again, kneel down!" Jinlian once again shouted, her eyebrows raised and her almond eyes wide. Yunge obediently 　　knelt on the ground. Jinlian took off one of her embroidered shoes and threw it more than ten feet away. "Walk on your knees, 　　like a dog, and fetch my embroidered shoe back with your mouth!" Jinlian said coldly to little Yunge kneeling before her 　　. She was going to treat Yunge like an animal. 　　Little Yunge didn't move. He felt this was an insult to his humanity. Jinlian raised her jade leg and slapped Yunge's face hard with her bare foot 　　. Yunge felt his face burning. He dared not disobey again, so he had no choice but to crawl 　　to the embroidered shoe, bend down, bite the shoe upper with his mouth, and bring it to Pan Jinlian. 　　"Put it on the ground!" Jinlian said with a smile. Little Yunge bent down and placed the embroidered shoe in 　　front of Jinlian's feet with his mouth. Jinlian then took off the embroidered shoe from her other foot and threw it away... 　　Little Yunge knelt down in front of Jinlian again, lowering his head. His little hands were still tied behind his back. Pan Jinlian 　　hooked Yunge's chin with her toes, "Take off Grandma's socks too!" Her cold tone contained arrogance. 　　Little Yunge already knew how to remove Pan Jinlian's white cloth socks. He used his teeth 　　to bite a corner of the sock and slowly pulled it down. As Little Yunge used his mouth to remove Pan Jinlian's socks, he smelled 　　a faint, intoxicating fragrance emanating from Jinlian's white cloth socks. 　　Two smooth, delicate feet were revealed before Xiao Yunge. Jinlian's feet were slender yet graceful, 　　fair yet beautiful, with ten delicate toes like budding crabapple blossoms, captivating and breathtaking 　　. 　　"You little beast, come and lick Grandma's toes, lick the whole foot!" Jinlian draped one pink leg 　　over Xiao Yunge's shoulder, and stretched the other foot in front of his mouth. Yunge had no choice but to open his mouth and take Jinlian 　　's big toe into his mouth, sucking on it like a baby nursing. Under Jinlian's tutelage, his tongue moved 　　between Jinlian's toes, then took each of the five toes into his mouth and licked them one by one, his tongue sliding over the soles and insteps, 　　then licking the five crystal-clear toenails. 　　"I really wish your father would lick my feet too, cluck, cluck!" The insulting words 　　rang in Yun Ge's ears again. Jinlian put down her delicate feet, stood up, and walked towards the pears that Yun Ge had scattered on the ground. She 　　stepped on one of the pears that Yun Ge hadn't licked and stomped on it several times. The pear was crushed to pieces, and pear 　　juice splattered everywhere. "Pah!" Pan Jinlian spat on the rotten pear again. "Come here and eat it!" 　　Jinlian sternly ordered the kneeling Yun Ge. Yun Ge turned his face away, clenched his teeth, and 　　tears of humiliation flowed again. He knelt there motionless, which angered Jinlian. She quickly walked over, picked up 　　the embroidered shoe from the ground, pressed Yun Ge's head down, straddled Yun Ge's back, raised the embroidered shoe, and began to 　　whip his buttocks. 　　Because he had no arms to support Jinlian's weight, Xiao Yunge was pressed to the ground. Jinlian stood up, pulled over 　　a stool, placed it under Xiao Yunge's head, and climbed back onto it. Her weight shifted 　　between Yunge's knees and head. Jinlian continued to mercilessly slap Yunge's cheeks, which 　　were pressed against the stool, with the sole of her shoe. Yunge's face soon swelled up from the slaps. When Jinlian raised her embroidered shoe again, she 　　felt immense pleasure. 　　Xiao Yunge finally broke down mentally. How could his young mind and body withstand 　　the abuse from an adult woman! 　　He ate the rotten pear stained with Pan Jinlian's phlegm and licked the pear juice clean from her feet! 　　Jinlian took a chamber pot from under the bed. "Open your mouth and drink it!" Jinlian commanded Yunge. The chamber 　　pot contained the urine that Wang Po and Jinlian had urinated together the previous night, which they had specially left for Yunge. Jinlian 　　held the spout to Yunge's open mouth and poured the urine in. Yunge drank the foul-smelling urine, his 　　nausea indescribable. He knew only obedience, obedience, and more obedience; he had no other choice. 　　Pan Jinlian untied the ropes binding Yunge and said to the subdued boy, "I'm letting you 　　go now, but if you talk nonsense outside again, I'll stomp you to death if I catch you! Got it?" 　　"Yes, yes!" Yunge answered meekly. 　　"Get out!" 　　"Yes!" 　　Little Yunge picked up the broken basket from the ground, covered his swollen face, and fled downstairs without looking back. 　　************ 　　When Chunmei first saw Wu Song with his head covered by a black cloth, she thought: Although Brother Wu Song is strong and powerful, 　　now that he has no eyes, he can only be at my mercy. 　　Who knew that Wu Song would run around wildly, not only tearing off her top but also pulling down her pants. Chunmei was so frightened that 　　she jumped up and kicked him. 　　By sheer coincidence, the kick hit Wu Song's private parts. Wu Song felt the pain and tried to 　　pull off the black cloth bag to examine it carefully, but the black cloth bag had been tied very tightly with hemp rope by Chunmei. He couldn't pull it 　　open or tear it off. 　　Wu Song grabbed Chunmei's legs with one hand, finding her calves incredibly smooth and comfortable to touch, instantly 　　forgetting most of the pain in his lower body. 　　Chunmei's feet were bare, and with Wu Song holding them, she didn't know what he was going to do with them, so she kicked wildly. 　　She finally managed to free her right leg, then turned around and straddled Wu Song's back, punching him indiscriminately.

Wu Song, a man of such stature, found the pain of her seemingly effortless punches rather pleasurable. He
struggled on the ground, mimicking a tiger, but after a short while, Chunmei stopped.
Wu Song was puzzled: "My dear darling, why did you stop hitting me?"
Chunmei, panting, replied, "I'm exhausted. Hitting you doesn't hurt, so what's the point?"
"They say a woman is only fit to be a wild horse in bed for a man to tame, not to fight tigers," Wu Song said.
"Who said I wanted to use a fine leather whip to make it more satisfying?"
"Good sister, you're going to whip someone to death!"
"I won't kill you, I'll just whip you until you're in ecstasy, how about that?"
"Being whipped and feeling ecstatic? Don't lie to me." Actually, Chunmei was a veteran in this area. She had
served Pan Jinlian and knew that Ximen Qing loved to whip her, and Pan Jinlian not only didn't find it painful, but actually enjoyed it,
sometimes experiencing multiple orgasms, overflowing with lustful fluids, her moans incessant, making onlookers envious and listeners horrified.
Chunmei herself had also experienced Pan Jinlian's whipping many times, finding it a painful pleasure.
Once, Ximen Qing, doting on Ping'er, neglected Pan Jinlian, not having
been intimate with her for several days. Pan Jinlian, lonely and depressed, handed the whip to Chunmei, asking her to whip her.
Chunmei was the slave, and Jinlian was the mistress. Chunmei dared not beat him freely, only lightly as Pan Jinlian requested,
which only fueled her own burning desire. She longed for the day her beloved man would let her beat him to her heart's content.
She tested Wu Song, seeing if he was willing to suffer her physical pain. Wu Song replied, "Don't mention the whip. If
you like it, sister, I'll serve you with fire tongs and oil candles, and I'll be happy to do it."
"Really?" Chunmei was moved to tears. She hurriedly removed Wu Song's black cloth and took his lips in hers
, sending her fragrant tongue inside.
Their tongues, one sweet and smooth, the other bold and strong, intertwined and rubbed against each other, igniting
the passion between the man and woman, blending the flames of love and desire.
This kiss ignited their passion. Their four hands touched each other's bodies. Strangely, Wu Song,
such a rough man, was so gentle when he caressed Chunmei's body.
Conversely, the seemingly gentle and weak Chunmei was surprisingly strong and powerful when she touched Wu Song's body, leaving
her fingernails all over his body.
"If I hit you, will you be angry with me?" Chunmei asked softly.
"Don't be angry, why would I be angry? I can't get it even if I beg!"
"Then, I'll prepare the tools, but there's one thing you have to do first."
"Just tell me, little sister, I'll do whatever you say."
"I won't say, you tell me yourself."
"What should I say?"
"What can you do for me?"
"I'll do anything." "
I insist you say it. If you love someone, you should know their heart."
"Fine! I'll say... you... can... whip my body."
"I've already said that, what else?"
"And, I'll kneel before you and kowtow a few times."
"And?"
"And... I'll be a paper tiger, let you hit me, and I'm not allowed to fight back."
"Hmph, that's what I'm afraid of. You say you won't fight back, but I'm afraid that in the end you'll get hurt and want to eat
me."
"I won't, and I won't."
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I tie your hands and feet with thick hemp rope, then I'll believe you."
"Alright, whatever you say. Tie me up or fasten me as you please. I, Wu Song, am entirely at your disposal."
"Wait a moment, I'll get the rope and whip." A short while later, Chunmei brought the things into the room and bound
Wu Song's hands and feet.
Speaking of binding people, Chunmei was quite skilled, having often helped Ximen Qing bind Pan Jinlian. With
practice, she had become a master binder.
After being bound, Wu Song remained crawling on the ground, but his hands and feet couldn't be separated; he could only hop and bounce, unable
to crawl.
Chunmei picked up the whip and began to strike Wu Song, the blows clanging and snapping. After a while, she
straddled him.
Wu Song was indeed a strong man. With her legs spread wide, Chunmei pressed her hands against Wu Song's
shoulders and rubbed her body back and forth, causing him to become wet with lustful fluids.
Although Wu Song's hands were bound, his eyes were still open. He saw Chunmei's beautiful legs; though not bound feet,
they were white and smooth, and he felt an urge to kiss them.
He held Chunmei's left foot between his hands, using his head as a support, and kissed the instep.
Chunmei only knew that Pan Jinlian's bound feet were Ximen Qing's favorite possession. To please Ximen Qing, Chunmei
washed Pan Jinlian's feet once or twice a day and applied perfume to each toe to keep Pan Jinlian's beautiful feet
clean and fragrant. Now, someone was admiring her large feet, and she was naturally very happy. Moreover, this person
was her beloved lover, making her even more excited.
"What's so great about these big feet? They're nothing compared to Pan Jinlian's tiny feet." "
Don't mention that vile woman. My elder brother just died, and she remarried into the Ximen family. Rumors are circulating that my 　　elder
brother might have been murdered by that vile woman in collusion with Ximen Qing." Wu Song was just speculating wildly; he still didn't know the truth about Wu Da's death . 　　"If you love someone's feet, then wash them clean and apply some nail polish and perfume!" Chunmei said. 　　"Yes, ma'am!" Wu Song crawled into the kitchen, grabbed a basin of water, and began washing Chunmei's feet. 　　Chunmei rode on Wu Song's back as before, but she untied his hands. Wu Song squatted down, spreading his hands on 　　the ground so that Chunmei's feet could fit perfectly in the basin. 　　Wu Song first kissed her insteps and ankles, then kissed her toes. After a while, he put her soles 　　in the water and slowly washed them. 　　"How do you take such good care of your feet, girl!" 　　"Really? I always said big feet have their advantages, but I don't understand why you men all love small feet?" 　　"The advantage of small feet is that you can hold them in your palm or put them in your mouth."

"You men all love to play with women's feet, but you don't know that the toes of women with small feet are all tangled together, what's so beautiful about that ?
Look at each toe of a woman's foot, each one has a unique shape. Ten toes, ten different looks. You can play with
them ten times, isn't that ten times better than small feet?"
"What you say makes sense, sister." "
And the soles of women with small feet, you can just suck them all in one gulp and enjoy them once. With my big feet, if you
suck each toe one by one, that's ten times more. Don't you think that's ten times better?"
"Alright, I'll taste each of your toes one by one and see which one tastes the best!"
"Good things come in pairs. I don't want you to suck each toe one by one, but I want you to do it in pairs, with both feet together at the same time." "
Wu Song is foolish, not understanding your wishes, sister. May I ask for details?"
"It means, with my feet together, if you want to eat my big toe, I'll give you both the big toes of my left and right feet together
, understand, you fool?"
"I understand, I understand. Let me taste your big toes first." Chunmei raised her feet, palms together, and Wu Song
held her feet with both hands, then simultaneously put both big toes into his mouth.
His tongue was more powerful than most people's; compared to Ximen Qing, it was more than three times stronger. His tongue
separated Chunmei's two big toes, then moved in and out repeatedly.
After a few strokes, his tongue curled up, circling around Chunmei's big toes again and again
.
Whenever his tongue circled the toenails, it felt cool, firm, and smooth, but
when it returned to the flesh of the toes, it was a completely different sensation.
That soft, sweet, and smooth feeling made Wu Song intoxicated and unable to stop.
"Have you had enough?" Chunmei asked.
"Even eating for a lifetime wouldn't be enough."
"Don't eat today, or you'll change your mind and never touch my big feet again."
"No, Wu Song guarantees it with his head." After tasting each of Chunmei's toes, Wu Song held
her feet, kissing from her calves down to her thighs, then delving deeper into her pubic area.
"Your pubic hair is so thick and beautiful," Wu Song said.
"That Pan Jinlian, because my pubic hair was better and more abundant than hers, forced me to shave it off."
"Did you do as she said?" "
I would rather die than do that. She beat me and scolded me, but I still refused. That day, she punished me by making me kneel all night,
and made me balance her night-perfume bucket [shit bucket] on my head, then whipped me. I dared not move, because if I
moved, the night-perfume on my head would spill all over my body. I could only hold back my tears and let her whip any
part of my body."
"That harlot is truly vicious."
"That wasn't all. When she saw I wouldn't move, she pushed me with her hands. Then, seeing I was kneeling steadily, she simply
took the chamber pot to the ground, shoved my head inside, and ordered me not to pull it out without her permission.
She then whipped my buttocks with a leather whip until her hand went limp. That night, she wouldn't let me take my head out until dawn.
When she woke up, she kicked me. At that time, my head was inside the chamber pot, and I was asleep. When she kicked me,
I accidentally swallowed a mouthful of her chamber pot." Chunmei started crying as she said this.
"Good sister, don't cry. I will definitely avenge you."
"Don't talk about revenge. Just treat me well tonight."
"Of course I will." As Wu Song spoke, he pressed his mouth against Chunmei's pubic hair, moving it back and forth.
Pan
Jinlian, along with Wang Po and Ximen Qing, plotted to poison Wu Dalang with arsenic. When Pan Jinlian heard that Wu Song
was about to return after completing his official business, she felt ashamed and quickly consulted with Wang Po and Ximen Qing for a plan. They decided that Ximen
Qing would marry Pan Jinlian ahead of schedule.
Jinlian finally got her wish. Entering Ximen Qing's mansion, she was
thrilled by the magnificent red doors, animal-shaped railings, and painted eaves. She was no longer greeted by a dark wooden house and a steamer rack, but by
warm rooms, fragrant chambers, and luxurious clothes. The only drawback was that she was only Ximen Qing's fifth concubine.
Time flew by, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye. One hot and humid midday, Pan Jinlian
sat alone on a bench in the pavilion in the back garden, gently fanning herself with a fragrant fan as she watched two mandarin ducks playfully kissing each other in the lotus pond
. A look of envious joy appeared on her beautiful face!
"Oh! Isn't this Fifth Sister?" Jinlian turned her head and saw a handsome
young man in his early twenties standing behind her.
"It's Jingji! Why aren't you with your beautiful wife? What are you doing here?"
"Fifth Sister, what a pleasant mood you're in! Enjoying two lovebirds in heat!" The man said as he sat down next to
Jinlian, his words carrying a flirtatious tone. Who was this man? He was no stranger! He was Chen
Jingji, Ximen Qing's son-in-law. Chen Jingji was fair-skinned, handsome, and robust, but his nature was rather weak! He also had a particular hobby
: flirting and attracting attention. He would become weak-kneed at the sight of a beautiful woman. Although he had married Ximen Qing
's beloved daughter, Ximen Xiaoshuang, there was no such thing as a free lunch! Like Ximen Qing, he was a seasoned
womanizer, a scholar who frequented boudoirs.
A woman as alluring and beautiful as Pan Jinlian was undeniably tempting to Chen Jingji. He often
tried to express his feelings to her, but Ximen Qing's frequent presence prevented him from succeeding
. Pan Jinlian had long been aware of his intentions, but remained silent, letting things take their course. Finally, Chen Jingji saw Ximen Qing leave to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs,
not returning for two months. For him, the opportunity had arrived.
"How annoying!" Jinlian feigned anger upon hearing Chen Jingji's words.
"Father-in-law, you won't be back for over two months. Fifth Sister, can you endure the loneliness of an empty room?" Chen
Jingji continued to tease Jinlian, his eyes frequently lingering on her full waist and hips outlined by her silk skirt, his heart
burning with desire.
"Alas! What can I do? There's no one to confide in!" Jinlian saw through his
seductive intentions and feigned a melancholy, seductive expression.
"If Fifth Mistress would not deign to accept this, I, Chen Jingji, would gladly serve her, carrying her shoes and undressing her." Like
a river bursting forth from a dam, Chen Jingji straightened up, lifted his brocade robe, and knelt before Pan Jinlian.
"Get up quickly! What kind of decorum is this if people see us like this!" Jinlian hurriedly raised her rosy cheeks and looked around anxiously.
Looking around, thankfully no one was there.
"If Fifth Sister doesn't agree to Jingji's request, Jingji will kneel here forever!" Chen Jingji's eyes shone with anticipation
.
"Alright! Alright! I agree. Come to my room tonight, and don't let anyone see you, understand
?" Jinlian finished speaking, stood up, and walked out of the pavilion, turning back with a charming smile.
"Jingji understands! Jingji understands!" Chen Jingji watched Jinlian's graceful figure as she slowly left, overjoyed,
his body feeling weak and relaxed.
As night fell, Chen Jingji quietly bypassed the brightly lit front courtyard of the mansion, passed through the moon archway at the back of the garden,
and walked through two wooden galleries to the door of Pan Jinlian's room: "Is Fifth Sister here?"
"Who is it?" a sweet voice asked from inside.
"It's me! Jingji!" Chen Jingji answered softly, afraid of being overheard.
"Come in!"
"Yes!" Jingji pushed open the door and entered the side room. A fragrant scent of rouge and perfume wafted in. Stepping
inside, he saw four large red candles illuminating the room as bright as day. Pan Jinlian was sitting on the embroidery bed, holding a flower arrangement,
embroidering with her delicate fingers. Looking around, the room was exquisitely elegant and comfortable. Four Tang and
Song dynasty paintings and poems hung on each of the two walls. A pot of hanging orchids with lush foliage was suspended from the beam by a cotton rope. On the left, by the window, a large round table with vermilion carvings
was set with delicate wine and dishes.
Seeing Jingji enter, Pan Jinlian said softly, "Sit down!"
Chen Jingji looked at Pan Jinlian: her beauty was like a painting, her features delicate and refined .
Her thin, green gauze dress was open, revealing a low-cut red bodice embroidered with a white peony. Her full, snow-white breasts
were slightly exposed, and a deep cleavage was clearly visible. Pan Jinlian's sensuality and allure were truly captivating: more than any flower could speak!
"More fragrant than jade !
" How could Jingji suppress his desire any longer? He strode over, embraced Jinlian, and tried to kiss her
rosy cheeks. Jinlian giggled and pushed him away forcefully, "Why are you in such a hurry! Look, this table of food and wine is
prepared for you. Let me have a couple of drinks with you first!"
Jinlian coquettishly pulled his hand and led him to the table to sit down. She poured a cup of wine for Jingji and herself: "
Did anyone see you come?"
"Don't worry, Fifth Sister! No one saw me!"
"Oh! Come on, Jingji, drink it!"
Her smile was still charming and alluring. Chen Jingji stared blankly at Jinlian, picked up the wine cup without saying a word, and drank it down in one gulp.
Jinlian secretly poured the wine from her cup onto the ground. After Jingji drank another cup of wine, he stood up, grinning
, and prepared to embrace Jinlian again. Suddenly, his vision blurred, the objects around him spun, and then everything went black
. He knew nothing more.
Chen Jingji began to regain consciousness. He slightly opened his water-drenched eyes and found his face looked like it had just
been doused with water, with thin streams of water sliding down his face to the ground. When he was fully awake, he realized that he had
been stripped naked, bound with ropes, and hung from the rafters. His hands and feet ached from the ropes. Standing in front of him was a
pretty woman with two buns on either side of her glossy black hair. Beneath her loose bangs were two
delicate, curved eyebrows, and her large eyes shone with a clever intelligence. Her long eyelashes curled slightly upwards, and her fair,
oval face made her lips appear even more rosy. She was holding a water ladle and staring blankly at him. Chen Jingji
recognized the woman before him.
"Chunmei, what are you doing? Why are you tied up? Let me go!" Jingji struggled against the air
, speaking as if Chunmei were giving orders.
"Why are you tied up! Because the young master flirted with Fifth Sister, and Fifth Sister drugged your wine. We're here to
catch you, you big worm, and punish you! Hehe!" Chunmei teased his penis with a water ladle, laughing lewdly
. Chunmei was the first person Pan Jinlian won over after entering the mansion, and also her most trusted maid;
she treated Chunmei like a sister. Chunmei was the kind of woman who could sit on someone's face and slowly sip tea! She was shrewish and cunning.
Chen Jingji felt a little strange being teased by Chunmei, but being tied up and suspended, he stubbornly turned his head away from Chunmei.
His gaze happened to fall on the spider plant, which, in his eyes, seemed to be smiling and saying to him: "Brother!
Hanging up like this is quite nice, isn't it? I'll have company from now on!"
Enraged, Chen Jingji turned away from her and glared at Chunmei, huffing, "
What do you think you're going to do to me
, son-in-law?" "If you beg for mercy, I might soften and let you go!" Pan Jinlian approached,
holding two lit candles in her delicate hands, and coldly addressed Jingji. A riding whip was tucked under her arm. She
handed one of the candles to Chunmei. Jingji, seeing this, felt uneasy.
Hoping to escape quickly, he hurriedly said to Jinlian, "Fifth Sister, good Fifth Sister, I was wrong! I won't dare to tease
you again! Please, please let me go!" In truth, no matter how much he begged, Pan Jinlian
wouldn't let him go now. A plaything offered to her was not to be wasted!
"Alright!" Jinlian agreed, but the candles she and Chunmei held high burned mercilessly, dripping wax
onto Jingji's naked body and limp penis. As Jinlian dripped wax onto him, she also
lashed him with a horsewhip. The hissing whip left streaks of bright red blood on his flesh, and with the scalding wax dripping on top,
Chen Jingji could hardly bear it. He howled and struggled desperately like a mad dog that had been kicked and crippled. The more he
struggled, the more it satisfied Jinlian's peculiar psychological needs!
With each lash, she felt her breath quicken, her blood surge, and her lower body become involuntarily wet, like a
complete sadist. Chunmei unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her fair and round breasts. "
What do you like about Fifth Sister? Is it her big breasts? Do you think Chunmei's breasts are pretty?"
Chunmei teased Jingji with a flirtatious laugh, cupping her breasts in her hands. Seeing Chunmei's exposed breasts, Jingji stopped howling.
"So...pretty! So pretty!" Jingji panted, still lustful.
"Want to lick them?" Chunmei asked, secretly cursing: Look at your slutty face! Sooner or later
you'll eat my shit!
"Yes!" Jingji nodded hastily. If he weren't tied up, he would have loved to grab those breasts and lick them hard.
"Then call me 'Mother'!"
Jinlian was amused by Chunmei's words. Jingji hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mother!"
"Yes!" Chunmei deliberately dragged out her reply, bringing her nipple to Chen Jingji's mouth. Just as Jingji was about to
lick it, Chunmei moved away again. After several repetitions, Jingji's penis became hard and erect, and the
solidified wax dripping onto it was even torn off in two pieces.
Due to the wear off of the drug and the shouting, Chen Jingji was unbearably thirsty and pleaded, "Fifth Sister, Chunmei
, can you give me some water? My throat is so dry!"
"Want some water? Sure, I'll put you down now, but... you have to behave!" Pan
Jinlian said again in her sweet voice.
"I'll behave, I'll behave!" Jingji seemed very helpless.
Jinlian and Chunmei untied the ropes binding Chen Jingji to the pillar and lowered him down, but the ropes binding his hands and feet
remained. He lay on the ground, still asking for water. Pan Jinlian approached and said coquettishly, "Didn't you want water?
Now beg Chunmei to urinate on you! Remember! You have to thank me after you drink it! Beg!"
Jingji, of course, was unwilling to drink urine! He lay on the ground without uttering a sound, using silence as a form of
resistance! This angered Pan Jinlian. She walked over, raised her delicate foot, and stepped on Jingji's face with her embroidered shoe. One jade hand
was placed on his slender waist, and the other hand swung the horsewhip, beginning to lash the already wounded Jingji again. "Fifth Sister, stop hitting me!
I'll drink... urine! I'll drink urine!" How could Jingji endure any more?
"What a slut! He won't listen to reason! He insists on being beaten by me!" Pan Jinlian looked at
Chen Jingji, who was writhing in pain at her feet, feeling no pity whatsoever, only a greater sense of pleasure!
Chunmei, naked and fair-skinned, stood with her legs spread on either side of Jingji's face, looking down at him and saying, "Let's begin
, son-in-law!" She was very proud!
"Please, Chunmei, give me your urine to drink!" Jingji pleaded.
"What did you call me?" Chunmei raised her foot and slapped Chen Jingji across the face with the sole of her shoe. "I just taught you, you should call me
Mother! You idiot, you've forgotten so quickly! Besides, why would I piss on you! Why don't you say so! Again!" Chunmei was very
dissatisfied.
"Mother! I beg you, please piss on me to drink! Let me quench my thirst!" Chen Jingji was in unspeakable pain.
"Alright! You wretched son, I'll give in! Open your mouth!" Chunmei slightly bent her legs, raising her genitals high towards Jingji
's mouth. A wave of heat emanated from Chunmei's genitals, and urine formed a golden stream that gushed into Jingji's mouth.
Jingji no longer cared about the humiliation he was being subjected to, using the urine he had obtained from Chunmei's urethra to moisten his parched throat.
At this moment, Chunmei's pungent urine was like a long-awaited treat for him!
After urinating, Chunmei straddled Jingji's face, letting him lick the remaining urine from her labia clean. Chunmei
couldn't help but moan softly.
Because of his good behavior, Jinlian and Chunmei untied Jingji's ropes and made him scrape off
the solidified wax from his body with a ladle before kneeling on the ground. Pan Jinlian took out a horse harness from under the embroidered bed—one that Ximen Qing had left for
his own use. Jinlian put the harness over Chen Jingji's head, tightening the rope loop under his chin. There was an
iron ring on each side of the loop, and the reins were attached to those rings. Jingji felt a little short of breath; that was exactly what
made him appear servile.
"You'd better behave tonight, or if the master finds out you've been harassing me, the consequences will be...
humph!" Pan Jinlian threatened Jingji.
Chen Jingji was terrified of Ximen Qing, and hearing Jinlian's words, he felt a chill run down his spine: "Please, Fifth Sister, don't...
don't tell him! Jingji will... will... will obey Fifth Sister!"
Jingji knelt at Jinlian's feet, looking pitiful.
If Chen Jingji was afraid of Ximen Qing, why did he still dare to flirt with Pan Jinlian? It was all because of lust
! Besides, Ximen Qing wasn't even at home!
"Hey! Lick my embroidered shoes first!" Jinlian looked arrogantly at Chen Jingji kneeling in front of her. She held a whip in her left hand
and the reins in her right, lifting up one of her embroidered shoes.
Jingji groveled like a lapdog, licking Jinlian's shoes until they were almost completely wet. Jinlian
then stopped, leading Jingji to sit on the edge of the bed. Chunmei brought over a plate of fried tofu and a plate of cold vermicelli.
Chunmei, naked, sat beside Jinlian, placing the vermicelli and tofu at their feet. "Take
off my and Chunmei's embroidered shoes and socks!"
Jinlian whispered to Jingji, who was kneeling before her. Jingji reached out to remove Jinlian's embroidered shoes, but a
sharp crack struck his shoulder. "Did I tell you to use your hands! You dog slave, use your mouth, you idiot!"
Jinlian lashed Jingji's forehead with the whip. Jingji, humiliated, lowered his head and bit down on the back of the embroidered shoes
, finally managing to remove them. As he removed his socks, he smelled the alluring fragrance of pollen emanating from the white cloth socks
, and couldn't help but sniff them a few more times. At this moment, he still had such refined tastes.
Jinlian paid great attention to her beautiful feet, applying jasmine powder, spices mixed with ghee to her feet every day
to keep them smooth and fragrant. All this meticulous care was for Ximen Qing's enjoyment! Ximen Qing disliked
smelly feet; he loved licking Pan Jinlian's fair, delicate, and fragrant feet!
Chen Jingji also used his mouth to remove Chunmei's shoes and socks. The smell of Chunmei's feet couldn't compare to Pan Jinlian's; she
was a maid! Sometimes, when she was tired from serving her master, she would simply go to sleep without washing her feet. The sour smell of her feet made Jingji
hold his breath, frown, and secretly complain: "How many days has it been since she washed her feet? Good heavens!
This smell… Fifth Sister's feet smell much better!"
"You're hungry now, aren't you! Oh dear! You didn't eat anything while drinking earlier, so I'll feed you to make you feel better!"
Pan Jinlian used her slender toes to pick up some rice noodles from the plate. Because the noodles were so long, she had to stick her leg up
high. Jinlian's posture was incredibly graceful. "Eat up!" she called out to Jingji.
The rice noodles, like a few shimmering silver threads, were sucked into Jingji's mouth with a "slurp." Chunmei used her big toe and
middle toe to pick up a piece of greasy tofu and held it out to him. "Come on, son, let Mom feed you!" Jingji snorted
and ate the tofu by pressing her toes against her toes. The two of them took turns feeding him, keeping Jingji busy
. They were amused by Chen Jingji's comical and shameless behavior.
After a while, Pan Jinlian untied her gauze bodice and removed her purple silk skirt, revealing her exquisitely beautiful and plump body.
Emerging, a pair of white, full breasts stood proudly erect, a silent provocation to Chen Jingji.
Kneeling on the ground, Chen Jingji breathed heavily, his eyes burning with desire and hunger. He longed to pounce
and possess that delicate, alabaster-white body, but he feared the whip in Jinlian's hand, and could only
swallow his saliva, his throat parched.
"You dog! Haven't you always been lusting after this lady's body? Come on! Come on! Hehe!" Jinlian's
delicate body reclined slightly on the embroidered bed, one hand supporting her cheek as she lewdly laughed at Jingji, the other beckoning him with her finger.
Overwhelmed with surprise and delight, Chen Jingji couldn't believe his ears. He reached up and slapped his masked face
, feeling the pain and realizing he wasn't dreaming! This was what he had longed for! He impatiently
lowered his body and pounced, forgetting the pain of the whip marks on his body.
Jinlian raised her delicate foot and kicked Jingji's face, stopping him from lunging at her. "Do you think my body is so easily
obtained? Go and kowtow!" Jinlian said playfully.
"Oh, yes!" Jingji obediently knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jinlian, which made
Chunmei, who was sitting next to Jinlian, laugh loudly.
"But! You can only use your tongue!" Jinlian instructed Chen Jingji, who was kneeling by the bed. Only then did Jingji understand Pan
Jinlian's intention. Jinlian spread her pink and white thighs, revealing the vulva that all men dreamed of.
Her jade hands rubbed her breasts. "Quick...come...lick it!" Pan Jinlian's breathing became uneven
, and her voice began to change tone. Her vagina was already wet. Chen Jingji brought his mouth close to Pan Jinlian's vulva
and stuck out his tongue. He smelled the fragrance of pollen and a slight sweat.
Chunmei leaned against Jinlian, and Jinlian gently extended her tongue, which intertwined tightly with Chunmei's
. Their tongues swirled and sucked at each other.
Chunmei gently bit Jinlian's earlobe and licked the back of her ear, her warm breath brushing against Jinlian's neck
, sending shivers of ticklish sensation through her body. Soon, the feeling spread to every part of her body.
Chen Jingji's thick, fleshy tongue slid across the dark, lush pubic hair between Pan Jinlian's pubic bones, licking at the two pink
petals. A few tender pubic hairs grew sparsely around the petals. He sucked the petals into his mouth, gently nibbling them with his teeth,
then his tongue rolled up and down in the gap between the petals.
"Ah...ah...dog...dog slave...ah...tongue skill...ah...like this...good...
ah...ah!" Jinlian's lips emitted wanton, pleasurable moans.
This was a piece of cake for Jingji; his tongue searched for the bud hidden among the stamens.
It was the most sensitive spot for a woman's erogenous zones, shy and timid, hiding itself exceptionally well. Jingji
still found it, gently rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, making it even more delicate and rosy.
"Ah...it's...this...here...um...don't stop...ah ah...so good...
ah..." Pan Jinlian's body tensed, her two slender hands pressing tightly against Chen Jingji's head between her legs, unwilling to let
go.
Chunmei sucked and nibbled on one of Pan Jinlian's nipples, while gently rubbing the other with her fingers.
A large amount of nectar gushing from the depths of Pan Jinlian's lotus flower was licked into Chen Jingji's mouth and swallowed. As
the pleasure of her upper and lower bodies clashed and merged, Jinlian's body began to writhe violently!
Her jade fingers, pressing against Jingji's head, gripped his hair tightly! Her breathing quickened rapidly! "Ah...ah..." Her voice, now distorted,
let out her final cry!
After a moment of romantic bliss, Pan Jinlian lay limply on the embroidered bed, her breath coming in soft gasps,
a few drops of fragrant sweat glistening on her forehead. She stuck out her tongue at Chunmei, who gently stroked her breasts and sucked Jinlian's tongue
into her mouth.
"You dog! Not bad! Your auntie is very satisfied!" Having calmed down, Jinlian sat up, hooked her
jade-like finger around Jingji's chin, and kicked his hard penis with her toe. "Open your mouth! Your auntie will reward you!"
Jingji didn't understand Jinlian's meaning, but a force compelled him to open his mouth. Pan Jinlian slightly parted her pearly lips
and spat out saliva, a long white line of saliva slowly dripping into Jingji's mouth. "Swallow it!"
Pan Jinlian's gaze was piercing. Jingji closed his eyes and swallowed Pan Jinlian's saliva hard. Sorrow and humiliation
welled up within him. "Hehe! Hehe!" Jinlian looked at Chen Jingji's pained expression and let out a series of triumphant giggles.
Chunmei also laughed loudly.
"Now! Beg your auntie to ride you like a horse! Hurry up!" Pan Jinlian's eyebrows shot up, and she shouted mercilessly
.
"Please, Fifth Sister..." Jinlian interrupted Jingji before he could finish.
"You bastard! What do you call me? You should call me Grandma! Say it again! Show me your flirting skills
!"
"Oh! Oh! Please, Grandma! Ride me like a horse!"
"How can you be so stupid!" Pan Jinlian picked up the riding whip and lashed it hard on Jingji's shoulder. Jingji timidly
dodged backward. "What are you? You're a lowly slave! How dare you call me 'my'! I'll beg you again!" Pan Jinlian
pointed the riding whip at Jingji, ready to strike him at any moment.
"Lowly slave! Please, Grandma, ride me! Ride me like a horse!" Jingji knelt at Jinlian's feet and pleaded once more
.
"You idiot, dog meat can't be served at a banquet!" Jinlian cursed, standing up and straddling Jingji's bare back
. She pulled the reins to the left, and Jingji, understanding her meaning, turned to the left. "Giddy up!
" Jinlian whipped her horsewhip, "Crack!" and struck Jingji's rump. Jingji, carrying Pan Jinlian on his back
, crawled towards the center of the room, the cold ground making his knees ache.
After crawling around once, as Jingji passed the round table again, "Whoa!" Pan Jinlian pulled back the reins,
pulling Jingji's head high. She dismounted and sat on an embroidered stool beside the table.
She picked up a plate of osmanthus cakes, put one in her mouth, chewed, and then spat it on the ground. "Eat it!" Pan Jinlian's cold
, seductive eyes stared at Jingji, the horsewhip in her jade hand swaying slightly.
Jingji lowered his lowly head and ate the crumbs of bread, still covered in saliva and dirt, from the ground.
The biscuit was too dry, and it made her mouth feel uncomfortable after chewing it. Jinlian took a sip of the white fungus soup, then glanced at Jingji, who was staring blankly at her .
Jinlian raised her bare foot and slapped Jingji across the face: "You finished eating and didn't even say thank you! What are you standing there for!"
"Thank you, Grandma! Thank you, Grandma!" Chen Jingji hurriedly thanked
her as if waking from a dream. Chunmei also wanted to find something to do, so she came over, picked up a plate of braised pork, and, imitating Jinlian, used chopsticks to pick up
a piece, chewed it, and spat it on the ground. "Good boy! Eat the fatty meat on the ground! See how much your mother loves you!"
Chunmei said with beaming eyes. Jingji had no choice but to lower his head and eat the pieces of meat on the ground. Chunmei then raised one foot and stepped
on Jingji's back, laughing triumphantly!
"Not bad! Quite obedient!" Pan Jinlian said, standing up and picking up the bowl of white fungus soup, placing it between her legs. She
used her jade-like fingers to rub the soup on her labia, then washed her anus. After washing, she handed it to Chunmei, who also put the soup
between her legs to wash her vagina and anus.
"Here!" Chunmei ordered Jingji, holding the soup.
Chen Jingji stretched out his trembling hands and took the soup. "This is a delicacy! Drink
it! So many men envy you!" Pan Jinlian said with a coquettish smile. Jingji steeled his heart: Drink it! He'd already
drunk urine, what was this!
He picked up the white fungus soup that Jinlian and Chunmei had washed his lower body and gulped it down. After finishing, he
wiped his mouth, burped, and grinned at Jinlian. Pan Jinlian and Chunmei couldn't help but giggle at his ridiculous appearance
.
Jingji lay down on the cold ground as Jinlian instructed. Pan Jinlian and Chunmei helped each other to steady themselves,
rubbing their bare feet against Jingji's face. "Slap!" Pan Jinlian slapped Jingji across the face with her foot,
waving her toes in front of him. "Look how beautiful my feet are!"
"Beautiful! Beautiful! My feet are the most beautiful feet in the world!" Jingji quickly flattered her.
Jinlian poked his forehead with her toes: "You dog! Now you can talk!" She
rubbed Jingji's eyes with her delicate soles, and Jingji closed his eyes, letting her feet stomp around his eyelids and nose. Jinlian
pinched his nose with her big toe and middle toe and swayed it from side to side, saying, "Do you want to lick my feet, huh?"
"What's so great about licking feet! You don't want to lick them anymore!"
"What did you say! You bastard! Letting you lick my feet is me doing you a favor, it's your good fortune! And you
dare to refuse! You ungrateful wretch! You want to die!" Jinlian was so angry at Jingji's words that she trembled with rage, picked
up the horsewhip on the table, and began to whip Jingji's stomach.
Chunmei stepped on Jingji's chest and said, "You really don't know what's good for you! Do you think anyone can lick Fifth Sister's feet?!
Aren't you going to beg for mercy?!"
"Ah! Grandma, please...please stop hitting me...ouch...I...I was wrong...I licked...licked!"
Jingji lay on the ground, curled up, wailing to Pan Jinlian. Jinlian ignored him and continued whipping the
already wounded Jingji. His skin slowly cracked with each lash of the whip, bleeding bright red blood.
Only when Pan Jinlian was exhausted did she sit down on the embroidered stool, panting, "Make him kneel up!" Pan Jinlian
said to Chunmei, who still had her foot on Jingji's face, her anger still lingering.
"Hey! Hey! Fifth Sister told you to kneel down!" Chunmei kicked Chen Jingji, who was lying on the ground groaning. She
picked up the reins that had been thrown on the ground and pulled Jingji up. With Chunmei's pull, Jingji slowly knelt down, his hands on the ground.
Chunmei kicked Chen Jingji's buttocks: "Apologize to Fifth Sister! You idiot!"
"Ah...yes! Aunt...please...forgive...this servant...this servant was wrong!"
Jingji weakly admitted his mistake to Pan Jinlian and kowtowed to her. Pan Jinlian angrily
turned her slender neck to the side, pretending not to hear!
Jingji kowtowed twice more to Jinlian, who then turned to him, shaking her head and saying, "You're such
a slut! You're the most despicable man I've ever seen! How could your parents have given birth to such a son!"
"Yes...yes...what you say...yes...hiss...Jingji is a slut! A slut!"
Chen Jingji knelt there, bowing and scraping to Jinlian, the pain from his wounds making him grimace and gasp for breath.
Jinlian stomped her bare feet hard on the ground, deliberately getting some dirt on them, then lifted one foot.
"Ugh! Ptooey!" Jinlian opened her pearly lips and spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm onto her toes, the phlegm flowing
down between them. "Come on! You slut! Lick it!" Jinlian stretched her phlegm-covered foot in front of Jingji's mouth.
Chen Jingji held the foot respectfully in both hands, as if it were a gift from Pan Jinlian. He put
each of Pan Jinlian's toes into his mouth, licking away the sticky phlegm. His tongue moved between the toes, sucking
the phlegm flowing inside. He carefully licked and sucked on Jinlian's big toe, then put the middle toe in his mouth and
sucked it in and out. The quiet room was filled with the sound of Chen Jingji smacking his toes. "Does my phlegm smell good
?"
Pan Jinlian asked Chen Jingji loudly. Jingji nodded quickly, "It smells good! It smells good!" Because he had Pan Jinlian
's toes in his mouth, the sound was a little unclear. Only after he finished licking the little toe did he lick the sole of the foot.
The dirt on the sole of the foot mixed with saliva was licked into Chen Jingji's mouth. He felt that there were small stones in the sole,
which made his teeth uncomfortable! He gently nibbled on the sole of the foot with his teeth, making Pan Jinlian extremely itchy.
"You wretched dog! Do you want to tickle me to death? Ah!" Jinlian said
, but a happy and comfortable smile appeared on her face. Jingji licked the dirt off her soles and heels clean, revealing Jinlian's fair and delicate skin again
. As he licked Pan Jinlian's soles, he used his teeth to lick them, leaving red teeth marks on her tender soles. When he
released his teeth, the red marks disappeared. Jinlian's foot was licked until it looked as if it had just been washed, wet and glistening
.
Chunmei stood aside, finding it very interesting to watch Chen Jingji lick Pan Jinlian's feet. She took
the empty plate that had been used to feed Jingji fried tofu, sat down next to Jinlian, and rubbed one foot in the plate, getting the oil from the plate all over
her sole.
At this moment, Jingji was licking Jinlian's other foot. Chunmei stretched her greasy, smelly feet
in front of Jingji's mouth: "Son! Lick your mother's feet too!"
"Did you hear me! Lick my feet and Chunmei's feet together!" Pan Jinlian said to Jingji.
"Yes!"
Chen Jingji held Chunmei and Pan Jinlian's feet in his hands and licked each of their ten toes one by one.
The smell of Chunmei's feet was truly unpleasant for Jingji, so he had to
inhale through his mouth instead of his nose. He also licked the dirt between Chunmei's toes and the oil on her soles into his mouth. It was the first time someone had licked her feet, and Chunmei, tickled, gripped
her toes tightly, feeling an indescribable pleasure!
After licking their feet, Jingji lay prostrate on the ground, wondering what they would do to him next! He
could only wait silently.
Chunmei placed the empty plate on the ground, then squatted down. She was defecating in the plate, and the stench
filled the room. After finishing, Chunmei stood up, sticking her buttocks out, and said to Chen Jingji, "Come on, son!
Lick your mother's anus clean with your tongue, quick!"
Jingji had no choice but to hold Chunmei's buttocks and lick around her anus. Chunmei took a spoon and carried the plate
of runny, yellowish feces to Jingji. "Come and eat! This is what the dog loves to eat, Mother! I love watching you eat!
Take it!"
Jingji looked up at Jinlian, as if asking: Can I not eat it?
"Eat! See if you dare say a word of no!" Pan Jinlian stood proudly in front of Chen Jingji, glaring at him.
"I'll eat! I'll eat!" Chen Jingji replied, but his hand didn't reach out; instead, he backed away.
Seeing his evasive behavior, Jinlian became furious. She kicked him to the ground, and Chunmei straddled
his chest, pressing her legs firmly against his shoulders. She scooped up a spoonful of excrement and forced it into Jingji's mouth. Jingji tried
to dodge it by turning his head from side to side, but Jinlian stepped on his stomach, saying, "Let's see if you eat it or not!"
She pressed down harder, and Jingji, who already had whip marks on his stomach, cried out in pain and
opened his mouth. Chunmei then poured the excrement from the spoon into his mouth, and Jinlian stepped on his stomach again, causing
the excrement in Jingji's mouth to slide down his esophagus.
Jinlian used this method to force Chunmei to feed him spoonful by spoonful until all the excrement in the plate was gone.
After making him lick the spoon and the bottom of the plate clean, she made him kneel down to await his punishment.
Following Jinlian's instructions, Chunmei dressed and fetched a basin of warm water to wash Jinlian's feet. Jinlian, sitting on her embroidered bed, looked at
Chen Jingji kneeling on the ground, wanting to vomit but not daring to, and said, "Originally, I was going to have you wash my feet with your mouth, but now I
think your mouth is too smelly! However, you'll have another chance later!"
After washing her feet, Jinlian had Chunmei wash her feet as well, and then said to Jingji, "Use this basin of water to rinse your mouth clean, so you don't
smell so bad! Don't spit out the water; swallow it!" Chen Jingji was more than happy to oblige! His
mouth was full of the stench of excrement, and the smell permeated his lungs when he inhaled. Having water to rinse his mouth was the best thing that could happen, so he hurriedly
crawled towards the basin of water.
"Wait!" Jinlian seemed to remember something. She put on her embroidered shoes, stood up, and pushed the basin away from the bed with her foot
. She spread her legs and urinated into the basin, saying to Jingji, "Kowtowing three times before this water is allowed!"
"Yes! But...but...this servant can't drink that much. I just drank a bowl of white fungus soup and ate...ate..."
"Alright! Alright! Drink as much as you can! Kowtowing!" Pan Jinlian interrupted Jingji.
Chen Jingji kowtowed three times to the basin of foot-washing water mixed with Pan Jinlian's urine, picked it up, and rinsed his mouth while drinking.
When he was too drunk to drink anymore, Jinlian made him put down the basin, then led him to the bedside by the reins. Pan Jinlian sat
on the bed and made Chen Jingji sit on the floor with his legs spread apart. Jingji's penis dangled on the floor, and Chunmei stretched out her bare feet and stepped on his soft
penis, rubbing it. Her toes would sometimes flick his scrotum and sometimes lift his penis, and Jingji's penis quickly became hard.
Chunmei used her soles to hold his erect penis and stroked it up and down. Jingji was stimulated by this, and
the pleasure from Chunmei's feet made him moan excitedly. Jinlian took off her embroidered shoes and put her feet in front of Jingji's mouth.
Jingji quickly reached out and held the beautiful feet and began to lick them.
Under the rapid stroking and teasing of Chunmei's feet, white fluid shot out from Jingji's penis. It shot high
and far!
Pan Jinlian's gloomy eyes stared at Chen Jingji, who lay on the ground panting heavily. She wondered
who among the many men and women in the Ximen mansion would be her next target
. Perhaps! Many more stories were about to unfold in this courtyard!
************
It was late at night when suddenly the door was pounded loudly. Li Ping'er and Pan Jinlian both got up simultaneously. Looking around,
they saw two servants helping the heavily drunk Ximen Qing to the hall. Ping'er quickly went to help him, saying, "Please take my wife
to my room."
Pan Jinlian pushed the servant away, saying, "I'll help you, sister!"
Ping'er's face showed displeasure, but she didn't want to retaliate. The two women helped Ximen Qing to the east wing.
Ping'er said, "Sister, I haven't been with my husband for three months. Let me serve him tonight!"
Jinlian laughed, "If you want it, sister, I won't compete with you. But how about I help you from the side? Whatever
's left, you can give me!"
Ping'er said, "If you don't mind the mess, how about I pass you some paper? I'll be extra quick with my work, but I'm afraid my husband will find
it strange!"
Jinlian said "Yes" and went to make tea.
Ximen Qing hadn't been home for three months, and his wives were already restless. But tonight, when he returned, he was dragged
away by Li Ping. How could Jinlian accept this? While she was making tea, she secretly put a dose of "sexually potent aphrodisiac" into the tea.
(What is "The Seductive Woman's Body-Fixing Powder"? It turns out it's a formula Jinlian obtained before the New Year, used to control men with great success
. The ingredients are all obtained from women: three qian of pubic hair, two qian of fingernails, three thousand qian of toenails, one
qian of nasal mucus, one liang of urine after drinking yellow wine, two liang of feces the day after eating white flower snake,
one qian of menstrual water on the first day of the lunar month, and nocturnal emission on the fifteenth day of the lunar month as the main ingredients. Jinlian prepared it for a whole year. After a man takes it, he can't move his whole body
except for his upper and lower parts, which are the upper part for eating and the lower part for putting things in.)
Enough of the small talk. Jinlian brought tea and saw that Ping'er was already riding on the man, covered in fragrant sweat. This Ping'er
never takes off her outer clothes when she's doing it. She wore a white dress from top to bottom, completely covered, with only her red undergarment lying on the bed. The man's lower body
had been completely removed.
Jinlian: "Sister, you've worked hard. Have some tea first!"
Ping'er said: "My husband must have been with some wild woman today, how come he's still so weak!"
Jinlian said: "My husband must have been subjected to a series of intercourse. Let me have some tea for him!"
Fearing Jinlian would snatch it, Ping'er didn't dismount, continuing to drink while still riding the man. Jinlian fed the man tea herself.
After a while, Ping'er exclaimed happily, "There's movement below!"
Without putting down the teacup, Ping'er slightly rose and pressed down again. Although the rustling of her clothes was faint, Jinlian clearly heard
a "plop."
Ping'er said lewdly, "Tonight, you little devil, you belong to me!"
Jinlian laughed, "Sister, you're so lucky! Let me join in the fun!"
Jinlian lifted her skirt and untied her panties. Because Ping'er hadn't taken off her outer clothes, she didn't dare to be presumptuous. She climbed onto the bed, straddled the man
, and was about to squat down beside his head when Ping'er stared in disbelief. "No! No..."
Jinlian turned around and smiled, explaining her reasoning.
After the wheel battle, the woman now rides the dragon's head.
Forget royalty and husbands, they all come to wipe their bottoms!
What profound reasoning did Jinlian give? Let's find out in the next chapter.
Pan
Jinlian straddled Ximen Qing's head, about to squat down, which greatly alarmed Li Ping'er. She considered herself a virtuous woman, always
respecting her husband. At home, she rarely uttered a word or took an extra step, and when making decisions, she never dared to disregard
Ximen Qing's opinions. Today, taking advantage of her husband's drunkenness to ride on his head was already a great disrespect, but how
dare Pan Jinlian ride on the head of the household! She was truly terrified. Moreover, she had heard the old maid say that a woman's lower body was unlucky for a
year, and her crotch for a lifetime; men usually avoided women's clothes drying in the sun. But her husband,
in his drunken state, had broken all that vow.
Pan Jinlian turned to look at Ping'er, a cold laugh spreading across her face. She had instantly seen through Ping'er's thoughts: "Sister
, why are you defending your husband like this again? He's out there having a good time, never thinking of you or me.
You know perfectly well how he treats us. He never treats us sisters as husband and wife; he
treats prostitutes as his wives. He treats his family like cattle and horses. He doesn't treat us with the proper respect due to a husband and wife, so why should we treat him with the same respect
due to a woman?"
Ping'er, though startled, remained calm. She had been married to Ximen Qing the longest and suffered the most. Now, riding on top of him, she
longed to use her vaginal fluid to make even Ximen Qing... Ping'er, having swallowed him whole, pressed down with all her might,
finally stopping when she had completely swallowed Ximen Qing. She asked, "If that's the case, what should we do when he wakes up?"
Jinlian replied, "It's alright. I've already given him medicine. When he wakes up, he only knows he's thirsty; he knows nothing else."
Jinlian continued, "When I helped him in, his mouth tasted of vaginal fluid. Although he'd had wine, he could
n't hide it from me. I suspect a woman has already taken him before us. Isn't that infuriating?"
With that, Jinlian turned and gracefully squatted down. Poor Ximen Qing, with his ferocious body that had killed Wu Da, fled Wu Er, seized Zixu, and
dominated Qinghe, now had his precious head, not severed by a hero's sword, but instead taken into the crotch of a delicate woman.
Jinlian felt that Ximen Qing's head was the perfect size to sit on, and she and Ping'er began to ravage it from both ends.
Because the woman's genitals were closer to the man's face, the sounds were very much like Xi Shi playing in the water, continuous and intimate.
When the desire between a man and a woman becomes uncontrollable, it's like a raging flood. Jinlian felt the water about to burst forth, so she slightly
adjusted her body, sat down hard mouth to mouth, like a woman pinning down a mountain, using all her strength
to press Ximen Qing faceless beneath her buttocks, letting the water slowly seep out of her vagina.
Ximen Qing, who had only been able to breathe through the intervals between the woman's up-and-down movements, was now tightly held
down by her lower body, how could he catch his breath? He was already drunk and weak, and Jinlian had drugged him, so he couldn't struggle free for a moment
. It was karma, he was now following the same path as Wu Da, and gradually he was about to be suffocated to death by Jinlian riding on his head
...
Stop...
This Ximen Qing was no ordinary man, in his drunken state he suddenly had a heroic spirit,
and with his remaining strength, he twisted his face away from Jinlian's crotch, which was also a stroke of luck. It was Jinlian's
copious discharge of vaginal fluid that lubricated the area where the woman's genitals and the man's face were pressed tightly together, allowing Ximen Qing to escape unscathed. This
shows that marital love can indeed save a life in a critical moment.
Ximen Qing turned his head and took a deep breath of the stuffy air inside Jinlian's skirt. Unfortunately, Jinlian's vaginal fluid blocked
his nostrils, causing a violent cough. His head, being held by Jinlian, trembled even more violently, almost throwing Ping'er off
her horse.
Ping'er said, "Sister, be careful, Master might wake up."
Jinlian said, "It doesn't matter, Master will only want water when he wakes up."
Before she finished speaking, a groan came from inside Jinlian's skirt, "Water, water..." Jinlian sat for a while
before kneeling up and lifting her skirt to look down. She saw Ximen Qing, his face wet and head tilted, calling out, and couldn't help but
laugh.
Ping'er said, "What are you laughing at, sister? Hurry up and pour tea for your husband."
Jinlian said, "Let him suck it himself. Do you think my water is any less than yours, sister?"
Ping'er also laughed, "You slut, let your sister try it later."
Jinlian was afraid that her own lustful fluids would soil her hands, so she carefully grabbed the man's hair, turned Ximen Qing's face around, and then
mounted him, smiling, "Good boy, the teapot spout is right at your lips, hurry up and suck your mother's x."
Ping'er found Jinlian amusing, stood up herself, spat out Ximen Qing's penis, and climbed over Jinlian's shoulder to look at it.
Jinlian thought to herself, "This slut wants to steal it too. If I hadn't used the lust-fixing powder, how could we have such a wonderful night?"
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed as a plan came to mind.
Ximen Qing was sucking and licking the woman's crotch with all his might, his mouth already dripping with oil, when suddenly a woman's
soft moan came from above. "Ah, I can't take it anymore, da...da...da...I...I...um...that..."
The honeysuckle soup and Mao Feng tea that the woman had eaten that night all gushed out like a clear, sweet spring, shooting towards the unsuspecting man
.
A poem testifies to this:
Who says beautiful women are often ill-fated? Who says women are weak?
A torrent of urine, brimming with the spirit of a heroine, even Han Xin should be used as a chamber pot.
This torrent of urine is enough to shame all heroes of the world. Even those who conquer cities and territories, kill countless people, are handsome and
wise, ultimately become chamber pots beneath a beauty.
Heroes have always been a dream, leaving behind only fame for beauties. To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter
.
Last time, we talked about how Pan Jinlian relieved herself on Ximen Qing's head, not only giving him a beautiful woman to urinate on, but
also wetting his pillow. Ximen Qing naturally had no objection, but it immediately aroused the resentment of another person,
Li Ping'er.
Jinlian was actually using a preemptive strategy. Everyone knows that women are generally quite clean. If they have the means,
they will dress up carefully and wear heavy makeup; if not, they will still take care of their surroundings, all for the sake of being pleasing to the eye.
Jinlian felt that the effort of drugging him was hers, and Li Ping'er was only reaping the benefits. Why should she also try
to steal her man's place? She recalled the spring outing to the peony garden before the New Year. Several women from her family went, and
it was very difficult to find a place to relieve themselves in the garden. They finally found a secluded spot among the black peonies, where Jinlian and the others
relieved themselves. Then it was the maids' turn. Only Li Ping'er arrived late. She looked at the damp soil under the flowers, frowned,
and said she wasn't in a hurry, then left.
Actually, after walking for a short while, she had her maid help her hold up her skirt and urinate under the peony flowers.
There was an ant nest under the flowers, and Jinlian had teased the ants there when they arrived, so she remembered it vividly.
After Li Ping'er left, Jinlian went to check on them, worried. The poor ants had suffered a devastating fate. Li Ping'er's
urine had poured directly onto the ant nest, creating a small pit. The shallow urine had stagnated there, not yet completely dissolved
. The ant queen, who thought she had built her home in a beautiful place and could live happily with her children,
never expected to be ravaged by a woman, resulting in the extinction of her entire family.
Jinlian was furious. She clearly heard Li Ping'er and the maids laughing softly while Li Ping'er urinated. So this time, she
urinated on Ximen Qing's head, firstly to retaliate against Li Ping'er's crime against her beloved ants, and secondly because Li Ping'er was
fastidious; by soiling Ximen Qing's face first, Li Ping'er wouldn't dare approach him.
At first, Li Ping'er didn't understand why Pan Jinlian was acting so strangely.
But when she saw Jinlian squatting down and her crotch was wet, she realized what was going on. As if she had seen through Pan Jinlian's intentions, she shouted,
"Pan Jinlian, are you rebelling?"
Jinlian, already prepared, stood up and said aggrievedly, "I'm sorry, sister. He was licking me so much just now,
and I don't know why my urine came out with the water. I really didn't mean to. I'll get my
new quilt for you to change later, okay? Sigh! I just couldn't help it! Sister, it's all my fault!"
She looked at Li Ping'er innocently. After
hesitating for a while, Ping'er had no choice but to believe her. She said, "You can wipe yourself
clean with your husband's pants, and I'll make do!" It turned out that, influenced by Jinlian's demonstration, Ping'er thought this was a more
stimulating method than intercourse, and she planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity and try it without hesitation.
Jinlian reluctantly wiped the urine off Ximen Qing's face, especially since it was her own urine.
She had never done anything like this before; once she relieved herself in one place, she wanted to get as far away as possible. Who would come back to
clean it up? If anyone did, it was a maid. This was what it meant to wet her own feet; Jinlian had no choice but to accept her bad luck.
After Jinlian dried herself, Ping'er told her to get her shoes from under the bed and put them on. She carefully walked to the bedside and asked Jinlian
to hold her skirt, afraid that Ximen Qing's hair would get wet, before gracefully squatting down.
How could a big man like Ximen Qing quench his thirst with just Jinlian's urine? Combined with
the spot where he had struggled to suck, a spring of water gushed out. Although he was almost suffocating, what was worse than dying of thirst? Now, a warmer spring
was at his lips, so how could he not continue? He had no choice but to cooperate again.
Jinlian's earlier actions were considered wild, but now Ping'er seemed to have a different kind of charm.
There she was:
cautious, graceful,
like a willow swaying in the wind, her brows glistening with dew.
Ximen Qing, still in a drunken stupor, was licking Li Ping'er's genitals with great
fervor, like a dehydrated traveler in the desert who, after a brush with death, finally finds a life-saving drop of water. What did it matter? One Jinlian, then Ping'er; in
his dream, he thought he'd encountered two saviors, busying himself with pleasure.
Jinlian, seeing her nemesis Ping'er enjoying herself while she could only stand by, pulling at her skirt, was furious,
glaring but unable to utter a word.
After a while, when it was over, Ping'er felt a slight urge to urinate, but not as Jinlian had claimed, unable to hold it in. Knowing
she'd been tricked but unable to retaliate, she thought, "Why not go all the way? If Pan Jinlian can use me, why can't I?"
She'd become a public latrine for once.
He then laughed and said to Jinlian, "You clever little girl, you actually know this method. Now even I need to pee, I
don't know what to do!"
Jinlian knew she had been exposed, but she didn't say anything, and also laughed and said, "Sister's chamber pot is under the bed.
I can't free my hands while I'm pulling up your skirt, so sister, you can relieve yourself here. It's better for sisters to pee together."
Ping'er also laughed and said, "In that case, I'm afraid this chamber pot is too high and will dirty my feet. You can move the quilt over and put it
next to his head, and I can step on it!"
Ximen Qing was lying there, half-asleep, thinking that the two women were serving him. If he knew that the two women were discussing how
to use him as a toilet, he might sigh that "women and petty men are hard to deal with. "
"Move the blankets."
"Okay!" Ping'er stepped onto the ground, her two long, slender legs curving into a beautiful rainbow above the man's head.
Her face flushed as she looked down. Some say women are made of water, and Ping'er was tonight's rain goddess; some say women
are the wind, and Ping'er was tonight's most alluring breeze.
Rainbow before rain—Ping'er had her eye on it perfectly. She opened the floodgates of her lower body, and a thin stream gushed from between her legs
, tracing a shimmering golden arc in the air like a ribbon in the soft, orange lamplight, landing on the man's lips
, the tip of his nose, and his tightly closed eyes. The water droplets, sparkling, bounced wildly on his face. The man choked,
coughing louder and louder, his whole body trembling.
Ping'er seemed to see that ant hole again—how weak those creatures were! They ran, burrowed, tried to escape
, but how could they escape? I am the queen of the world! Die! Die! Drown you all!
"I'll drown you all..."
Ping'er was lost in her pleasure when suddenly the man stopped coughing and shouted, "No...no...stop it...
who is it...?"
Both women were startled. Ping'er stumbled backward, falling heavily onto the man. Some urine
leaked from her lower body, soaking a large area of her skirt. All night they had only heard Ximen Qing calling for water; now,
with him uttering a lucid cry, and seeing that he was about to wake up, both women realized they were in deep trouble. It was truly a case of:
knowing women are cunning, they should have remained asleep.
Wu Da died at the hands of women, simply because he refused to sleep in their skirts.
He should just honestly drink women's urine and make it a habit; maybe he could live to be 100.
But Ximen Qing is truly a hero; he's about to wake up and fight against two venomous beauties. Song Jiang even has to bow down to Li
Shishi. It's clear that Ximen Qing would be the first hero to join Liangshan. He probably doesn't know that being a hero comes at a
price, including being extremely unafraid of dirt. To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter.
************
Last time, we talked about how Ximen Qing woke up and found himself being humiliated by two women. He was so angry that he almost fainted.
"You two sluts, what did you do to me?"
Pan Jinlian and Ping'er thought they were doomed, but seeing that Ximen Qing didn't get up, they realized the drug had
n't worn off. The two exchanged glances and decided that to end this, they needed a brainwashing drug.
"You sluts, what did you throw on me?" Ximen Qing continued to roar.
"Sister, what do you think we should do?" Ping'er said.
"I think we should tie him up first!" Jinlian replied.
"What? What? Do you think I'm invisible? Answer me!" Ximen Qing realized he was in
trouble, because he couldn't move except to speak.
The women were quick and efficient; while he was speaking, they tied his hands and feet to the sides of the bed, making him
lie on the bed like a starfish.
"My lord, we didn't mean for this to happen. If you promise you won't be angry, we'll tell you the truth!" Ping'er
spoke slowly.
"Alright! I won't be angry!" Ximen Qing realized his situation was bad and gave in.
"It was our fault. Jinlian gave you a drug to immobilize you, wanting to be intimate with you for a while without disturbing your
rest."
"Fine! You harlot, give me the antidote!"
"My lord, I also have the truth to tell you. Just now I wanted to eat your flesh, but Sister Ping wouldn't let me, so she
soiled you. If you don't believe me, smell your clothes; isn't there Sister Ping's urine on them?" Jinlian glared at Ping'er and said in a low voice
.
When Ximen Qing heard this, he smelled himself and found it indeed; his head, face, and mouth reeked of filth. He felt
nauseous, but his body was weak, and he couldn't vomit. He could only gasp and cry out, "You...you
two harlots, just wait...just wait until tomorrow I whip you to pieces and skin you alive!"
The women knew the situation was serious.
Half an hour of pleasure had been exchanged for future suffering. The two women looked at each other, their faces both etched with one word—fierceness.
Ping'er said, "It's all your fault!"
Jinlian said, "Now, we're in the same boat." Then she pulled Ping'er aside and asked,
"Now we sisters are going to die together. I'm fine, but it's a pity that you've been dragged into this." She
wiped away a tear as she spoke.
"It's my fault. My husband has never treated us well. You've never enjoyed any happiness since you married into this family, and now you're going to
die with me. I feel indignant for you!" Ping'er sighed deeply.
Jinlian felt she couldn't wait any longer, and said fiercely, "Let's just go all the way and kill
him tonight, so we don't have to worry about trouble later!"
"How?"
"Smother him!" Jinlian had smothered Wu Dalang before, and the thought of killing made her itch.
"No, if we find out he was smothered, we'll be in legal trouble."
"Sister, what do you think..."
Ping'er smiled and said, "Then we need to borrow something from you." After saying that, she whispered something in Jinlian's
ear for a while.
Ping'er was truly brilliant. This method would make Ximen Qing childless and terrify all men
. This method could make Xi Shi drown, Diao Chan sit in the moonlight, Zhao Feiyan break her wings, and Zhaojun elope.
Ping'er anticipated that if Ximen Qing died a violent death, the government would definitely perform an autopsy. So, she would force Ximen Qing to eat Jinlian
's excrement, then smother him and throw his body into the cesspool, pretending it was an accidental drowning
. It would be a flawless cover-up.
This is what they call: Jinlian's urine causes disaster, and Qiao Ping'er uses excrement to kill.
Without further ado, the two returned to the bedside. Ping'er coldly said to Ximen Qing, "It's either you or us who
die. My lord, we have no choice but to send you to your death!"
"What? You wretch...no! Madam, what are you saying? Let me go! We can talk this over!"
Ping'er ignored him, climbed onto the bed, and wrapped a red silk ribbon around Ximen Qing's neck.
"No! No! Jinlian, quickly persuade your sister! Don't let him do something foolish!"
"Dada, persuading my sister isn't difficult, but I have a condition..." "
What condition!"
"Tonight you've already drunk my and my sister's urine. Now we need to relieve ourselves, but we don't want to use a chamber pot
. Why don't you, my lord, take it all?"
"This...this..."
"Go to hell!" Ping'er tightened the rope.
"I'll take it..."
Ping'er laughed, looking down at Ximen Qing, "You said it yourself..."
She hadn't even put her underwear on yet, and Ping'er once again stepped over Ximen Qing's head. Truly:
a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs, a hero at his end is ridden by a woman.
She wouldn't eat what's drawn from the well, but drink what's urinated by
a beauty; she wouldn't eat what grows in the ground, but eat what's excreted by a beauty.
Ping'er tied her skirt around her waist, revealing two smooth thighs, which curved into a pretty little
bridge over the man's head, above which was Ping'er's beautiful face.
"Young master, it's still hot, please enjoy slowly."
Ximen Qing waited with the most unpleasant expression in the world. The woman's excrement hung down, a curved
, neat, waxy solid, slowly touching his lips. Nothing was harder to
say than this...
Ping'er felt resistance, and she softly scolded, "A real man, are you afraid of this little bit of dirt? Are you afraid..."
"Afraid of dying? Tell me!"
Ximen Qing reluctantly opened his mouth, and the string of urine slid in. Jinlian took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.
Ping'er felt a release below, a feeling of comfort throughout her body. She lowered herself down, letting some uncontrollable drops of urine
drip onto the man's face.
At this moment, Ximen Qing suddenly convulsed, as if he wanted to vomit. Ping'er quickly sat on his face and forcefully
pushed all of it back into the man's mouth...
"Ugh..." The man, whose breath had been taken away by the woman, let out a muffled groan...
Jinlian hurriedly said, "Sister, lift up a little, I'm here too!"
Ping'er said, "Okay, go get me some toilet paper."
Jinlian laughed, "A good man can be my toilet, but can't he be my toilet paper?"
Ping'er laughed too.
A quarter of an hour later, Ping'er finished, and Jinlian followed, lifting her skirt as she said, "Sister, from now on we should also keep
a servant to be our toilet. Wouldn't it be more convenient like today? It would also save our husband from having to worry about us
needing to relieve ourselves if guests came to visit. Would we have to overturn the chamber pot in front of them?"
Ping'er laughed, "It's fine if female guests come."
Seeing Ximen Qing's livid face, Jinlian also said to him, "I ate shark fin soup tonight, so don't waste it
!"
After squatting down, Jinlian... Pan Jinlian quickly washed her hands, waiting for Ximen Qing to carefully lick them clean. She exchanged a glance with Ping'er and
said to the man below, "My lord, now we're using you as a toilet; tomorrow you'll surely harm us. We ca
n't let you live!"
Ximen Qing cried out, "No..."
Pan Jinlian, vicious as she was, paid no heed. Her wide lower body, like an embroidered bag, pressed down on the man's face. Their bodies were so
close together that the man could only breathe through her nose and mouth, barely an inch apart. But women have a natural structure that is
the nemesis of men's breathing. Jinlian slowly adjusted her posture, letting her alluring slit directly block the man's nose, and
her opening press against his lips, a perfect seal.
Ximen Qing, the effects of the drug wearing off, struggled violently. However, Jinlian, a frail woman, was suddenly
turned away by him, crying out, "Help..." But he couldn't utter the word "help," as Ping'er
grabbed his hair and forcefully pulled his face back to Jinlian's "death triangle." Jinlian was able to continue her efforts, her slender
legs clamping Ximen Qing tightly between them.
Although his desperate struggles made the bed creak and groan, he couldn't escape the pressure of the two women. Jinlian
felt even more excited—the excitement of a man suffocating between a woman's legs. The woman's pleasure was sex,
the man's pain was death; the two intertwined in Jinlian's genitals, and she ejaculated...
The next morning, Xiaomei discovered Ximen Qing's body while using the toilet. She cried out in anguish
...

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