[Secrets of the Dream of the Red Chamber] Chapter 139: Witty Remarks

Postscript: The True Jade, the False Jade, the Jade with Spiritual Power, the Jade Shines Brightly
????? Flowers Speak, Flowers Speak Many
Wondrous Words, Past Lives and Present Lives??? Returning to the story of Baoyu, Feng Ziying, Xue Pan, and others enjoying a banquet and revelry, they were about to return home when Feng Ziying suddenly stopped them with a smile, secretly handing them something. It turned out to be a fragrant substance he had acquired from somewhere, called "Drunken Beauty," which was said to be the best way to calm the mind and focus when carried around. Strangely, it was afraid of sandalwood. Whenever sandalwood and the two were combined, they would become an extremely aphrodisiac. Knowing that Lady Wang had a Bodhisattva enshrined in the back hall, she had repeatedly and secretly instructed him not to take it there.
??? Baoyu smiled and agreed, taking it in his hand to examine it closely. He saw that the substance was purple and lustrous, carved into the shape of a ruyi (a type of scepter), resembling musk, faint yet persistent. He happily put it into his purse. Upon returning to the Grand View Garden, he instructed Xiren to carefully put it away.
Now, on this day, Granny Liu, having won over Grandmother Jia's favor, spent half the day strolling through the garden. Baoyu, accompanying Grandmother Jia, was in high spirits and drank a few too many cups. Lying on the couch, he felt restless and, after thinking for a while, clapped his hands and laughed, "How could I forget her? Her Longcui Nunnery is cool and pleasant. If I go and bother her now, I might even get her a couple of cups of private tea. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Thinking this, he immediately got up and headed towards Longcui Nunnery. In his haste, he forgot to change out of his silk purse, which contained the drunken, flamboyant drink. Upon arriving at the gate, the old woman guarding it was watching Xiaoyao carrying water and sweeping. Seeing him, she hurriedly and respectfully led him in, but Baoyu waved her away and went to the back hall to find Miaoyu.
"The fragrance of tea attracts guests with its elegance! I'm sorry to disturb your meditation; quickly bring me another cup of your private tea!" Baoyu smiled as he pushed open the door, letting in a cascade of green light as the door opened. As Baoyu stepped from the light into the shadows, his eyes involuntarily narrowed, and it took him a while to make out what was inside. He saw Miaoyu, upon hearing his voice, move slightly but not rise, remaining kneeling on the prayer mat, hands clasped together, murmuring prayers, seemingly seeking something from Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Baoyu then focused his gaze on her closely from behind. Her kneeling posture was upright, and although it was a devout posture, it somehow possessed an unyielding spirit, like green bamboo after a snowfall. Yet, beneath her black robes, her waist seemed frail and delicate. He was momentarily captivated, wondering what it would be like to hold such a slender figure in his hands.
Miaoyu was both delighted and surprised. She had been about to rise to greet him upon hearing his voice, but suddenly realized that the vow she had made before the Bodhisattva had been so divinely inspired that the man had actually been sent! This thought brought a blush of shame to her face, her cheeks burning. Knowing she couldn't let him see her like this, she forced herself to calmly recite the Diamond Sutra for a while, feeling much better before gracefully rising.
"Want some private tea? There isn't any. Has the manor lacked tea for the Second Master? Or is there a lack of maids to serve him tea?" As soon as Miaoyu spoke, she knew it was inappropriate. How could such slightly sour and reproachful words come from the mouth of a nun like herself? She tried to cover it up, but the man looked at her with intense surprise, causing her heart to flutter. She didn't argue further, nor did she prepare water or tea. Instead, she poured a little of her refreshing plum juice into a green jade cup and presented it to Baoyu.
"I bet you've been drinking too much. Instead of staying quietly in your room, you've come here to bother me, the Buddha. There's no tea, only this."
Baoyu took the green jade cup, neither saying he would drink nor not, but staring intently into Miaoyu's eyes. If these words came from Daiyu, they would be perfectly understandable, but from her, they were truly perplexing.
It turned out that Miaoyu's room was always adorned with sandalwood incense before the Buddha. The incense in Baoyu's purse, when exposed to it, would cause a strange, swirling mist. This had already thrown Miaoyu into a frenzy, causing her to reveal her usually carefully concealed feelings, and she began to tease Baoyu as if it were a playful exchange between lovers.
"I suppose Second Master looks down on our rustic things. Give them back to me!" Miaoyu felt flustered by his gaze, her heart pounding, her face burning, and she reached out to snatch the green jade cup.
Seeing her reach for the tea caddy, Baoyu hurriedly used his left hand to protect it, but in his confusion, he accidentally pressed her delicate hand onto the caddy as well. His heart pounded wildly; he was actually holding her hand! He knew this was frivolous, but the cool, smooth texture beneath his palm made it impossible to let go.
"How could it be anything coarse? There's nothing as delicate and smooth as this!" His words were incoherent and utterly reckless. The lustful man deeply regretted his words and hastily lowered his head to sip his plum juice, bringing both her hand and the tea caddy to his lips. Her hand was like an ivory carving, set against a jade background, with snow-white buds peeking out. Baoyu's throat tightened, his heart pounding. He simply moved his lips from the tea caddy to her slender fingers, sucking on each one before continuing to drink his soup while gazing at Miaoyu, clearly intending to use her beauty to enhance his drink.
This was the first time in her life that a man had been so close to Miaoyu, the first time anyone had treated her so lightly, especially the one she had fallen for. For a moment, she forgot her anger, feeling only panic. After the panic subsided, her heart was filled with a mixture of joy and sweetness, shame and embarrassment, yet no anger uttered. Seeing Baoyu drinking while glancing at her, his hand gripping hers even tighter, a pang of pain shot through her heart amidst the sweetness. Remembering her status, she abruptly turned and knelt before the Bodhisattva again.
"So, Second Master, you've come drunk to tease Miaoyu. Miaoyu isn't an actress; you've probably mistaken her for someone else. Second Master, you'd better leave!"
Miaoyu heard footsteps behind her slowly moving towards the door. The door creaked shut, and her heart clenched with grief. Two streams of tears burst forth, falling like pearls onto the prayer mat beneath her. Just as she was wallowing in self-pity, regret, and self-reproach, a sudden arm wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, and she was lifted onto a burning hot body.
"Ah! You...didn't you leave?" Miaoyu choked back a sob, her surprise momentarily forgetting that she was being held in a man's arms.
"Good sister, I misspoke and angered you, but I wouldn't dare scold you. But if you're so heartbroken and hurt yourself, I'd be devastated. Baoyu is slow-witted; I'll obey your every whim, but you can't cry like this in secret. It breaks my heart!" Baoyu put his arm around Miaoyu's shoulder, took her small, snow-white hands and pressed them to his heart, tenderly and gently coaxing the nun in his arms.
“Sister, you are as pure and noble as snow-capped mountains. I know I have wronged you and deserve to die. I only hope that you will consider that I admire your virtue and aspire to be like you, and that you wish to be bathed in your fragrance to cleanse yourself of worldly dust. Please forgive me!”
Miaoyu, tricked into stopping her tears, listened to his rambling and distorted teachings and couldn’t help but laugh and spit, “You’d better watch out for the hell of having your tongue pulled out!”
Baoyu saw that her cheeks were still wet with tears, but her dimples were just beginning to bloom, and her face was as charming as a begonia in the rain. He became even more pleased and pressed his face against Miaoyu’s ear, laughing and saying, “I would gladly go to the hell of having my tongue pulled out for you!” Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned. It was as if they had never spoken before.
The drunken woman, now taking advantage of the situation, let wisps of purple aura seep from her purse, enveloping the two women for half a day. The love potion had long since taken hold, their hearts already bewitched. They had been nestled together on the prayer mat for so long without feeling anything amiss; on the contrary, it seemed like this was the way to be together forever.
Baoyu's heart pounded wildly. He slowly grasped Miaoyu's earlobe, biting it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. Seeing that Miaoyu not only didn't push him away but also slowly closed her watery eyes, he felt reassured. He traced the outline of her earlobe with his tongue while tightening his arms around her slender waist. His other hand, disregarding everything, slipped between her waist and groped her nipples through her bodice.
"No, no, oh, it's so embarrassing! Don't do this, oh!" Miaoyu struggled like a leaf in the wind, but she couldn't break free; she only sank deeper into the embrace. She felt weak all over, and flames spread everywhere. In a daze, Baoyu loosened her belt, removed her blouse, and loosened her clothes.
"Miao'er, open your eyes, open your eyes and look, quickly!" Baoyu grabbed two snow peaches with one hand, squeezing and pushing them out of her clothes. He smiled and fondled them, teasing the two cherry-red nipples with his long fingers.
"Why does he call me Miao'er? It's so strange, it's as if that's what he calls me!" Miaoyu thought to herself, then blushed at the sight before her. Her most dignified black robe was half open, and he was actually touching and playing with her. It was so embarrassing! She felt a wetness between her legs, and a clump of nectar fell out. She quickly buried her already burning cheeks in Baoyu's arms, not daring to look anymore.
Baoyu chuckled, feeling very pleased with himself. He bit Miaoyu's earlobe and teased, "Miao'er, how about you do the same pose as last time?" As soon as he said this, he suddenly froze. Last time? Where was the last time? But the thought vanished in an instant. The warmth and fragrance in his arms was so intense that he wanted to crush her.
"No way! You bad man almost made me lose my mind last time, I won't do it again!" Miaoyu responded dazedly, her heart filled with surprise. She didn't know when two fingers had slipped between her legs, secretly probing her most tender spot, meticulously searching, almost making her melt into a spring of desire and collapse to the ground.
The sweet, seductive voice entered his ears, and Baoyu's heart burned. Suddenly, he picked up Miaoyu, placed her kneeling on the tea table, and without a word, removed her clothes. When his eyes fell upon her fair, smooth body, his heart leaped with a long-lost joy. His hands, as if acting on their own, pressed Miaoyu's head onto the table, grasped her slender waist, lifted her up, and spread her jade-like legs wide, posing her in the most shameful and alluring way.
As Miaoyu emerged from the intoxicating haze of the intoxicating smoke, her mind cleared slightly. She realized she was like an object displayed for his amusement, and felt a surge of shame and tears welling up. Her small feet, clad only in blue cloth shoes, kicked wildly on the table, trying to escape. But little did she know, her struggles only made things worse; her purple down was disheveled, revealing a multitude of alluring sights. Her vulva was torn and red, and glistening dew was squeezed out, igniting Baoyu's burning desire.
Baoyu slapped her high, rounded buttocks. "Miao'er, be good, or I'll tie you up like last time. Don't say I don't love you!" A red mark appeared on her buttocks. Baoyu, heartbroken, licked the soft, red mark with his tongue, scraping it repeatedly. The licking sent chills down Miaoyu's spine from her waist to her buttocks. While he had been tenderly nibbling at her snowy buttocks, his fingers had somehow slipped into her vulva, relentlessly and skillfully manipulating it.
"Oh, it's so sour, Miao'er! Good brother, stop pinching! You're going to pinch my heart off! Oh no, oh no, oh no..." With a clang, the jade hairpin in Miaoyu's hair was flung off onto the bluestone floor. Her snow-white fingers turned and scratched around Baoyu, hooking onto his purse and pulling it off forcefully. Her fingertips, embedded in her silken hair, turned slightly white, trembling and closing, then falling silent. It turned out that a small amount had already been lost.
Baoyu stared intently at the spot where the bright red and white fluid had overflowed, feeling a throbbing pain in his groin, as if about to burst. He could no longer resist and half-pulled down his trousers, tucking his clothes into his belt. Without hesitation, he raised his spear, gathered his energy, and squeezed it to the still-dangling lotus bud. He pinched Miaoyu's small waist and thrust in. Instantly, it felt like splitting open tender flesh, crushing pearls and jade, layer upon layer of blossoming and willow-like sensations, like walking deep into the lotus flower, so beautiful that his penis throbbed wildly.
Poor Miaoyu, the innocent maiden, was bewitched by the intoxicating allure of the world, her mind wandering between illusions and the past and present. One moment she thought she was being lured into eating forbidden fruit by a villain in front of the Fairy Disenchantment Table, and the next she thought the dream she made before the Bodhisattva was false. Only when she was mercilessly defiled and her virginity shattered did she awaken from the illusion for a moment, but it was too late. A tearing pain shot through her groin, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She clutched the purse even tighter, pleading for mercy, "Second Master, be gentle! Ah, Miaoyu can't take it! Ah, take it out! Please, please let me go! Waaah!"
The pain intensified, and she began to sob like a little girl. Baoyu, regaining some of his senses, gritted his teeth and stopped, filled with regret and resentment. He wanted to pull away but was extremely reluctant. He could only pull her close, gently coaxing her, while his hand teased her tender, cherry-like clitoris.
"Damn it, damn it! I forgot myself for a moment and caused you such pain, sister. Don't cry, sister, I won't move anymore. Is it alright if I don't move?" Baoyu licked away Miaoyu's tears, his arms encircling her waist, his finger still gently teasing her clitoris.
"You... um..." Miaoyu stared wide-eyed, biting her lip, about to speak, but just then, her flower bud felt like it had been stung by a bee, the pores tightening in a tingling, pleasurable sensation, making it impossible to utter a word. Even the pain inside her vagina had subsided. The enormous thing was stuck inside, hot and throbbing, poised to strike, making Miaoyu both startled and frightened, yet a slow, rising desire for him to move again arose within her. As soon as this thought arose, she unconsciously twisted her waist, pulling and tugging at her flower bud.
"Ugh!" Baoyu groaned softly, as Miaoyu's flower bud was different from others; its walls were like pincers, concealing many fleshy buds that were not usually visible, but slowly emerging upon contact. At this moment, her flower bud was gripping Baoyu's treasure, and with this pulling, the buds squeezed and rubbed, creating a wonderful sensation.
Baoyu's tailbone tingled. After a few slow thrusts, he suddenly remembered the "Flower Chamber" section in the "Famous Instruments" chapter of the *Searching for Treasures*. It seemed to contain a similar description: the "Linked Pearls" of the Flower Chamber, also known as "Hidden Pearls" or "Flowing Pearls," was anciently called "Pomegranate Seeds." The inner walls of the chamber concealed pearl-like particles, but upon contact, they moved like pearls rolling and jade swirling, creating a delightful and varied experience, ranking among the finest treasures.
"So Miaoyu also possesses a hidden treasure?" Baoyu thrust deeply and shallowly, holding his breath to savor the sensation. He found it increasingly fascinating and full of wonderful flavors, perfectly matching the description in the secret text. He was both surprised and delighted. Grabbing Miaoyu's waist, he clasped his hands together and, standing behind her, began to thrust deeply, each thrust penetrating to the bone, each stroke devouring her soul. He reveled in the exquisite sensation of the fleshy beads scraping against her veins, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, pushing ever deeper. The poor beauty's cries and pleas were futile; she nearly twisted her waist, but her attempts to dodge were all misplaced, and her clitoris remained pressed against the head of the rod, turning and twisting.
After an unknown amount of time, Miaoyu finally felt a sense of relief, finding her flower chamber exquisitely beautiful, each bud tingling and numb from the kneading, as if about to burst open. Even though Baoyu didn't touch her, she responded like a fish nibbling at its clitoris. In just a moment, her clitoris began to throb and twist.
"Good brother, I, I, I don't know what's wrong..." Miaoyu's clitoris loosened, but she was bewildered, her heart pounding.
"Miao'er, hold it, knead it for me!" Baoyu, his face flushed, breathing heavily, his voice hoarse as he recovered from the tingling pleasure, offered Miaoyu her breasts, which swayed gently, and watched as she kneaded her breasts with a mixture of sobs, shame, and lewdness. This was even more unbearable. Baoyu felt as if the fleshy beads inside the flower chamber were soaked in mud snail oil, or drizzled with red velvet honey, all sorts of fragrant, smooth, and soft sensations rushing towards him. One of them
pressed against his glans, as if it wanted to burrow into his urethra. Baoyu was completely mesmerized, staring intently at the beautiful glans changing shape in his jade hands. Suddenly, he glanced down and was horrified to see that when it penetrated deeply, the head of the penis had subtly pushed up a small patch on the jade woman's snow-white abdomen. His lustful heart was like oil poured on a flame. He suddenly grabbed Miaoyu's hand, pressed it against that protrusion, and bit down hard on her soft shoulder, thrusting wildly.
"Miao'er, hold it down, just rub brother's head like this!" the lustful man panted, coaxing.
Miaoyu was pressed down onto his snowy belly, her palms pressed against the bulge. She watched helplessly as this lewd and cruel scene unfolded. With a sudden burst of force, he pressed down on the head of his penis, forcefully prying open her inner flower. She let out a delicate cry, her soul nearly leaving her body, her thighs trembling and teeth chattering. Suddenly, she convulsed, and a misty, hazy fluid gushed from the opening, still bearing the delicate, fresh scent of her newly broken hymen, splashing onto her inner thighs.
Baoyu suddenly felt the tender flesh ripen, the fluid gushing forth. However, the tightly packed beads on the inner walls, along with his swollen penis, blocked the flow of fluid, instead mixing countless drops of spring fluid with the fleshy beads, swirling and churning his penis, leaving it bewildered and disoriented. He thrust hard twice, and finally, the glans, which had been bitten, opened and released its gushing, furious ejaculation.
After a long while, Baoyu slowly turned back and whispered something in Miaoyu's ear.
Miaoyu, seemingly resurrected from the dead, leaned weakly against Baoyu's chest. Not immediately understanding, she raised her rosy cheeks, her shyness still lingering: "What did you say?"
"I said, 'Jade Flying and Scattering,' this is truly called Plum Blossom Snow! Miao'er, this tea has truly quenched my thirst!" The lecherous man lightly bit Miaoyu's earlobe, then raised his hand, gently touching the scattered droplets of nectar on her thighs and abdomen, pointing them out to her.
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