My Life as a Landlord: Letters to My Family

"Husband, is it delicious?"
Listening to that sweet and charming voice, and looking at that innocent face, yet with eyes and brows full of allure,
to be honest, I was captivated at that moment, lost in the mesmerizing spell this woman had created.
I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and took the little bean that was constantly swaying above my head into my mouth. I sucked on it hard,
teased , and ground it with my teeth. I played with it to the fullest extent, as if it were a beloved treasure.
"Ah..." Cuilian roared with joy, twisting her waist and rubbing her plump breasts with both hands.
Her whole body swayed and she soon reached another peak of pleasure.
I opened my mouth wide to catch the gushing spring water, but I couldn't swallow it all. The liquid that I couldn't swallow
splashed onto my hair, my eyebrows, and finally covered my face.
Cuilian bent down and began licking my face, occasionally sticking her tongue into my mouth to tease me.
Her lower body slowly rubbed against the base of my penis, the delicate and smooth touch deeply stimulating me. I held her
body, and with a thrust, I slid into that wonderful place. The tightness almost made me ejaculate. Although
I had been there the night before, the intermittent suction in that cave, the tender flesh slowly wriggling and enveloping my penis,
deeply fascinated me.
Cui Lian said sweetly, "Husband, hurry up and move, I can't take it anymore."
"Wait, let me catch my breath. Who told you to be so charming? I almost came right away."
"Pfft," Cuilian laughed, hugging me and shaking me violently. Her full, round buttocks swayed, and her alluring vulva
seemed to come alive. The tender flesh inside tightly gripped my penis and writhed incessantly. A suction force came from
deep , and my soul seemed to be drawn in, shooting into her vulva along with the vomit.
"I told you not to move, you brat!" I couldn't help but glare fiercely at the beauty in front of me. Although
I felt the ultimate pleasure once again, the shamelessness of this situation still made me feel annoyed.
"What do you mean, 'brat'? Be good, call me 'Master's Wife'." Cuilian continued to tempt me with her electrifying gaze.
Thinking of those taboo words, thinking of the taboo relationship between us, I couldn't help but
feel I opened my mouth and softly called out, "Master's wife, Master's wife..." That taboo call went straight to the depths of my mind,
strongly stimulating my senses, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard again.
"Fugui, hurry, hurry up and fuck your master's wife, her lower part..."
Cuilian's soft, seductive voice, coupled with our forbidden relationship, bewitched me. I rolled over,
pinning her beneath me, and began thrusting in and out relentlessly. I felt no fatigue whatsoever, only
knowing to plunge my penis deep into her body, then pull it out, and then thrust it in again. Each time I pulled out
, a large amount of fluid would come out, jumping merrily and soaking our genitals and
the bed .
"Fugui, Master's wife feels so good, Fugui, faster, faster... Ah!" Cuilian collapsed onto
the bed .
Cui Lian's forbidden words deeply stimulated me. I worked like a tireless ox,
feeling the beauty inside the vagina, feeling its tenderness, feeling this forbidden beauty. A clear spring hit my
penis, but I ignored it and continued to thrust hard.
Cuilian looked at me with affection, feeling the enormous thing entering and exiting her body, and felt incredibly satisfied. Ten years
of endurance, ten years of perseverance, had finally brought her such sweetness. Thinking of this, Cuilian felt a surge of excitement, and
another wave of pleasure washed over her. She couldn't help but let out another "Ah!" as a stream of clear fluid gushed out.
Ignoring the moans of the woman beneath me, I continued thrusting,
pounding her hips like a hammer blow. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged through my brain like lightning, and I involuntarily
ejaculated deep inside her.
A wave of weakness washed over me, and I collapsed onto Cuilian, breathing heavily. The rich
fragrance of her body filled my nostrils, making me feel refreshed. However, the soreness in my lower back made me feel helpless, and a wave of fatigue
washed over me . I closed my eyes and started snoring.
Looking at her "young husband" who was ten years younger than her in her arms, Cuilian felt a mix of heartache and relief. She felt both resentment and gratitude towards the "devil" in
her heart Holding his young body, feeling
his penis slowly soften inside her, her mind was filled with sweetness. She hummed a song she used to sing when she was young and slowly drifted off
to sleep.
"Young master, young master, something terrible has happened!"
Ah Da's anxious voice seemed to travel through time and space to reach my ears. I opened my eyes blankly and looked at
the beautiful woman sleeping sweetly beneath me. I couldn't help but find Ah Da's voice outside the door particularly annoying.
"Young Master, Young Master..." Ah Da shouted and pounded on the door as no one paid attention.
"Hmm," Cui Lian blinked her crescent-shaped eyes and woke up leisurely, saying in a soft voice, "Who is it,
disturbing my sweet dreams so early in the morning? How annoying."
"It's Ah Da, one of my servants. You stay under the covers while I go out and see what's wrong."
I lazily put on my clothes, opened the door and went outside, then quickly closed it again. Only then did I look at
Ah Da, who was covered in sweat, and I was completely puzzled. "Ah Da, what happened? Did you go for a run early in the morning?
You're all sweaty."
Upon hearing my words, Ah Da could no longer stand. His legs buckled, and he knelt before me, wailing, "Young...
Young Master, Master...he...he's gone..."
"My dad? Where did my dad go so early in the morning?" Hearing what Ah Da said, I was even more confused, but I also felt
a little uncomfortable.
"Young master, master, master is dead!" The butler appeared out of nowhere, his face also streaked with tears,
but he was much calmer than Ah Da.
I suddenly felt like something was missing from my heart, and my mind was filled with questions. He's dead? Dead. How
could he be dead? He was perfectly fine yesterday, how could he... Did he know yesterday that he didn't have long to live, which is why
he said those things to me?
Without saying a word, I followed the steward to the front of the study. The courtyard was already full of people, including the family's servants,
my father's wives and concubines, and my second sister, each with a sorrowful expression on their face.
"Young Master, the Master died in the study. Xiao Ju found him this morning. I've detained Xiao Ju. You
can question her at any time. No one else has been in the study except me," the butler whispered in my ear.
I couldn't help but look at the butler with satisfaction. No wonder my father always kept him by his side.
With a creak, the butler pushed open the study door for me. Looking at the shadows inside, I felt a chill in my heart, but
I braced myself and went in.
The study door closed behind me again. I understood what the housekeeper meant; he wanted me to deal with
the valuables left in the room as soon as possible. But I would rather the door be open, and I would rather have two more people with me. I couldn't help but sigh.
I moved to the desk. My father was still wearing yesterday's clothes, slumped in his chair. Except for his pale face, he
looked exactly the same as he had yesterday.
Looking at the old man in front of me, I felt a pang of sadness. Although I had conflicts with my father and had resentment towards him, all of
that had now vanished. I couldn't help but feel sorrow, and tears flowed silently down my face.
There were two boxes on the table. When I opened them, I understood why the butler had blocked the way outside.
One box contained all the deeds to our house and land, as well as the indentures of our servants. The other box was
full of keys, each wrapped in a small paper bag with its purpose clearly written on it.
I carefully put the box away and searched it thoroughly, but I couldn't find the letter my father had left behind
. My heart sank, and I called out loudly to the door, "Butler, let everyone in to see Father." As I finished speaking, tears
streamed down my face.
When the door opened, everyone rushed in. I quickly stood next to my mother, who hugged me and
burst into tears. Several of my aunts were also crying sadly. I also noticed my second sister. She wasn't crying, but looking into her eyes, I
couldn't help but feel very scared. They were lifeless eyes.
My father's funeral was grand; everyone in the village came to pay their respects, and many people also came from outside the mountains. It was then that I
realized my family had many businesses outside the mountains. The steward was indeed a capable man, arranging everything
in a very organized manner. He received everyone before introducing them to me; all I had to do was follow the proper etiquette
and try to persuade my mother and aunt. Even so, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow every night. Xiao Tao
happily served me, while Chen Cuilian still lived in the dark room.
The old butler must have been quite old; his face was full of wrinkles, and his goatee drooped sparsely, but
his eyes were very sharp, revealing a shrewdness and worldliness.
The old steward looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Young master, what brings you here?"
"Butler, tell me about your situation."
"Young master, there's nothing to say about this. Back then, the master gave me a bowl of rice, so I
worked ." The butler chuckled self-deprecatingly.
I asked, "Then tell me about your family business."
"The Ji family owns eight shops outside the mountains, including three silk shops and five grain shops. Business is quite good every year. These are all managed by me, and I have prepared the accounts. Young Master can check them at any time." The steward spoke with a serious demeanor
when talking about business .
I waved my hand at him, sighed, and said, "Forget it, I don't understand that stuff. Just
keep it . You can go now. I want to be alone."
"Yes, young master."
Watching the butler's retreating figure as he walked out the door, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. A bowl of rice had been exchanged for someone so willing to risk their life. Turning
my gaze back to the furnishings of the study, I couldn't help but think of the old man sitting in his armchair. Holding back
my tears , I looked at the books on the shelf. My father's study was very simple; besides a shelf of books, a desk,
and an armchair, it was completely empty. There were no antiques, no calligraphy or paintings, not even the Four Treasures of the Study. I
couldn't help but shake my head with a bitter smile. My father was supposed to be a scholar, yet he didn't even resemble one. I
randomly picked up a book, opened it, and found it to be a handwritten copy. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't some classic text,
nor was it the poetry and prose that my teacher had explained to me.
"I'm experiencing a burning sensation in my lower abdomen today, which is very uncomfortable and seems to be getting worse. I fear my time is running out
..."
What are these books? I flipped through several before realizing they were detailed accounts of the "Yang Poison" afflicting each generation of my Ji family.
There were descriptions of changes in one ancestor, the stories of another's search for medical treatment
… I went through them one by one, discovering a pattern: each book was marked, and
the writings of each ancestor were arranged from top to bottom on the bookshelf. I quickly found the last book, opened the title page, and sure enough, there was the character "Tiger" written on it.
I immediately began to read.
It turns out that several generations ago, our ancestors discovered that the "yin water" of the most yin woman could alleviate the
"yang poison" in our bodies. However, finding the most yin woman was extremely difficult. The book describes in detail how to
find the most yin woman. I checked it one by one, and it was indeed very similar to Cui Lian's description.
Sure enough, my father's book contained accounts of Cuilian, detailing how he found her and nurtured her. It included
a detailed explanation of the "Yin-Locking Technique" and a description of how to arouse Cuilian's sexual desire. Reading this part made me
blush and my groin throb with arousal. The book also spoke of my father's love for me, his hesitations
and anxieties, and perhaps ultimately, he saw a reflection of himself in me. He finally decided to leave Cuilian to his
son . Reading this, my eyes reddened, and tears streamed down my face, soaking my clothes.
The book also recounts my father's romantic history, only mentioning a few women's names. In this part, my father
left me with a warning: "Son, you must not deceive a virtuous woman, you must not deceive someone who is unwilling, and you must not
deceive !" Upon reading this, I couldn't help but think of my second sister's back again, and I sighed once more. It seems it's time to go see
my second sister and have a good talk with her.
The book also made a request of me at the end, urging me
to find . The last page, however, contained only one sentence: "Son, have a good talk with your second sister."

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