Female Constable Captures Lecher (Simplified Chinese)

The June weather was scorching hot, making it hard to breathe.
On the road leading to Nanjing, a group of people and a dozen or so carriages approached.
Leading the procession was a tall, white horse, upon which sat an old hero. He dismounted; he was about six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a slender waist, and a fan-shaped figure. He wore a bronze-colored ducktail turban, wrapped in yellow silk, with a flawless, gleaming jade pendant above the head. He wore a bronze-colored short jacket, bound with a yellow cross-shaped loop, and a five-colored silk sash around his waist.
He wore riding trousers with a slit and rolled-up crotch, and tiger-head boots with "Five Blessings and Longevity" designs. Over this, he wore a grey hero's cloak, a precious sword hanging from his left side, and a dart pouch slung across his right. The sword was long and heavy, with a gold hook, gold fittings, a white sharkskin scabbard, a red-gold hilt, and a gleaming yellow handle—truly dazzling.
The book describes this as a precious sword called the "Fish Scale Purple Gold Sword," capable of cutting through gold and jade, and slicing through iron like mud.
It weighs twenty catties and six taels; for a single-edged sword, this weight is extraordinary.
Furthermore, his dart pouch has three slots, holding three jin (a unit of weight) darts. Each dart weighs sixteen taels, and the three darts weigh forty-eight taels. Such weight is rare among darts. The dart pouch itself is also exquisite, with a gold-embroidered cover and a deerskin lining. The three slots are covered by lids. To use it, the lids are opened, a spring is pressed with the thumb, and the darts automatically spring out, making it both flexible and convenient.
Looking at the man's face, he has a face like a silver basin, thick, eight-shaped eyebrows, wide eyes with clear black and white, a lion's nose, a square mouth, bright red lips, and three wisps of white beard. He exudes righteousness and commands respect from a hundred paces away.
Someone asked, "Who is this man? He's so imposing!" This is Ping Ying, the Grand Supervisor of the Third Rank of Nanjing Prefecture. Known in the martial arts world as the "Divine Dart Master," Ping Ying is no ordinary figure. He lives in Gucheng Village, Maozhou, Jiangsu Province. Born during the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, Ping Ying loved martial arts from a young age and became a disciple of a high-ranking monk at Shaolin Temple. After fifteen years of study, he mastered numerous skills, becoming proficient in all eighteen weapons. However, his greatest skill was the single-edged sword.
Ping Ying mastered the Sixty-Four Forms of the Eight Trigrams Invincible Golden Saber, making him a formidable opponent in the martial arts world. Furthermore, Ping Ying was exceptionally skilled in concealed weapons. His darts were always accurate, never missing their mark. He practiced archery by day and incense sticks by night, throwing darts with his eyes open and closed, never missing a shot. Hence, he was known in the martial arts world as the "Divine Dart Master." Ping Ying also possessed a concealed weapon called the "Head-Swinging Dart," which he carried at his waist. He rarely used it, but once he did, even a great immortal would find it difficult to escape.
Pingying is fifty-five years old this year and has served in Nanjing Prefecture for thirty years. A man of integrity, he and his constables travel far and wide, apprehending thieves and robbers, ensuring Nanjing's excellent public order and allowing its people to live in peace and prosperity. This has deterred even the most notorious thieves and bandits from committing crimes in Nanjing.
Not only that, but even in neighboring areas, people call upon the old knight for help when crimes occur. For a time, the name of the legendary镖侠 (divine镖侠, Pingying) resounded throughout the land. This time, he went to assist at the invitation of the prefect of Changsha. After completing his task, the old knight returned to Nanjing Prefecture with his men. He first reported to the yamen (government office) and then went straight home. Pingying lived by the Xiaolong River in the east of the city. Having been away for a month, the old knight missed his home dearly, longing for his wife and his only daughter.
The gate was ajar. As Pingying entered the front yard, he saw a young girl in white practicing martial arts. She appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and slender. She wore a white, short-sleeved top, a cross-shaped belt, and riding trousers with a squatting crotch. She wore leather-bound boots.
The girl was practicing a set of Lotus Fist. She went through all sixty-four moves of the Lotus Fist, her movements fluid and graceful. Her hands moved like digging a ridge, her arms curled like rolling a pancake, her body swayed like a snake, her legs were like drills, her fists were like shooting stars, and her eyes were like lightning. She displayed all sorts of amazing skills: cat leaps, dog dodges, rabbit rolls, eagle somersaults, python somersaults, dragon claws, monkeys climbing trees, tigers climbing mountains—her kung fu was truly impressive. Pingying, captivated, couldn't help but clap and cheer loudly. The girl finished her moves and stood in her stance, her breath steady and her expression unchanged.
Turning around, she saw her father. A look of joy appeared on her face. She ran over and hugged the old swordsman tightly, exclaiming, "Father, you're back!"
This young girl is the only daughter of the old swordsman Ping Ying. Ping Ying and his wife had this daughter late in life, and they cherished her like a precious jewel.
Since this article mainly focuses on Ping Weina, we will introduce her in detail. Ping Weina is 17 years old this year. She started learning martial arts from her father at the age of three. Due to her high comprehension and hard work, Ping Weina's kung fu is now on par with Ping Ying's. Not only is she skilled in martial arts, but she is also a famous beauty in Nanjing. She has a delicate and elegant face, appearing quiet and graceful. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her figure is graceful. In particular, her pair of bright and lively eyes blink, revealing unparalleled charm.
What captivated men most about her was her sexy figure. Ping Weina was slender and fit, neither voluptuous nor thin. Her full breasts stood high, her buttocks were high, round, firm, and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat. Her long legs accentuated her slender waist, and her long, black hair was styled in the traditional Song Dynasty updo, tied with colorful ribbons, making her look exceptionally beautiful. She preferred to wear white dresses, which further enhanced her pure and innocent appearance.
Influenced by her father, Ping Weina was upright, kind-hearted, and fiercely opposed to evil. Madam Ping was overjoyed to learn of her husband's safe return. She instructed the kitchen to prepare several delicious dishes, and the family enjoyed a happy reunion dinner. During the meal, the old swordsman inquired about the family's well-being during his month-long absence.
Madam Ping replied, "Several families have come to propose marriage for my daughter. She's not getting any younger; it's time to find her a husband."
Ping Weina objected, "No, I don't want to get married yet. I want to be a good constable like Father!"
"A young woman going out into the world to serve in the military is not acceptable," Madam Ping said.
Seeing her mother's objection, the girl playfully tugged at her father's arm, "Father, please let me go!"
The old swordsman was delighted, knowing his daughter's character. "Alright, I support you. I'll speak to the prefect tomorrow!"
"Really?" The girl exclaimed excitedly, kissing her father on the cheek.
Madam Ping complained to Ping Ying, "You spoil her so much. I'm not going to care about you two anymore."
The girl was exceptionally excited that night; she could finally be a female constable. She secretly resolved to uphold justice and eradicate evil.
The next day, Ping Weina got up early and went to the yamen with her father. Prefect Wang was delighted to see Ping Ying and her father, and with a stroke of his pen, assigned Ping Weina to the patrol team.
Just a few days of peace passed when a messenger from Wuhan arrived with a letter from the local prefect pleading for help. Prefect Wang summoned Ping Ying and showed him the letter. It turned out that silver shops and banks in Wuhan had been frequently robbed in recent months, and the cases remained unsolved. Desperate, they had come to ask the old knight-errant Ping for help. Time was of the essence, and the old knight-errant had selected several capable yamen runners to depart the next day.
No sooner had the old knight-errant left than trouble struck Nanjing Prefecture, with the reappearance of a notorious womanizer who had disappeared for years. The womanizer continued his crimes, always raping and then murdering with extreme cruelty, causing widespread panic throughout the city. The people speculated that the womanizer was a wanderer from out of town, unaware of the old knight-errant Ping's reputation, while others said he only started committing crimes after the old knight-errant Ping left.
Prefect Wang was also very anxious. He dispatched all the constables to patrol every night and strengthen security. Finally, at the third watch of the night, the patrolling constables discovered the flower thief.
That night, Zhang Da Ge was leading the patrol. When they reached the house of Li, the pawnbroker, they saw a figure flash on the wall. Zhang Da Ge led the way and jumped over the wall, finding a man dressed in black.
"Who goes there?" They surrounded the man.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the man drew his sword. This man was quite skilled in martial arts; in just a few moves, the constables were all wounded. Zhang Da Ge was also stabbed in the shoulder. The constables, however, still desperately charged upwards.
Seeing this, the Night Walker panicked and attacked ruthlessly. He quickened his pace, heading straight for Zhang Dage. This time, Zhang Dage couldn't withstand it. He was flustered and momentarily lost focus, being kicked to the ground by the Night Walker. A clattering sound
followed as the knife was drawn. Before he could even get up, the Night Walker gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and with a "crack!" his head fell to the ground, blood spurting out. With Zhang Dage dead, the other constables were thrown into chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Night Walker used his light-footed skills to escape. That night, all the constables gathered at the prefectural government office. Looking at Zhang Dage's body, they were all overcome with grief. Ping Weina remained silent, only weeping incessantly.
Deputy Inspector Li Dazhong said, "Don't be too sad, everyone. We must catch the murderer and avenge Zhang Da Ge. Because the flower thief is extremely skilled in martial arts, each of our patrol teams will be led by someone with good martial arts skills."
Li Dazhong ordered Ping Weina to stay behind at the yamen. The girl was resentful and unwilling to accept this. She knew that everyone was worried about her because she was a girl. The girl had her own plans; she wanted to act alone behind everyone's back, determined to catch the lecherous thief, rid the people of this scourge, and avenge Zhang Da Ge.
The next night, the girl, dressed in black, set off with a long sword and a dart pouch. She first circled outside the city, and then inside. She encountered patrolling constables twice, but she evaded them both times.
Nothing happened on the first day, and she continued her search on the second day, but still nothing happened all night. On the third day, when Ping Weina arrived outside Shao the Rich Man's house, she noticed a man suspiciously climbing over the wall. The girl followed him, and what struck her as odd was the way he climbed the wall; he didn't seem to know martial arts. So, she didn't disturb him and followed him to the backyard.
Ping Weina followed the man until he stopped in front of a small building, looked around, and then immediately hid behind a rockery. Once the man was sure no one had seen him, he went upstairs. When he entered, the girl, with her excellent light-footed skills, effortlessly scaled walls and climbed mountains, faster than a cat, making no sound. Ping Weina leaped onto the second floor and saw a light on in the room on the left. She peeked through a small hole in the window.
What they found was astonishing. The room was filled with the sounds of passion. It was a large bedroom, like a girl's boudoir, luxuriously furnished with pure nanmu wood furniture. Two thick red candles illuminated the room clearly. White curtains were drawn back, and a large bed was covered with snow-white sheets. Silk quilts were neatly arranged at the head of the bed, and a stunningly beautiful woman was undressing.
She wore a white silk outer garment, which, as it was removed, revealed a similarly white, semi-transparent undergarment. The man who had entered the room stared intently at the girl's high, firm breasts, which were covered by the undergarment. Because the undergarment was semi-transparent, Ping Weina could vaguely see the girl's brown nipples. Then, the girl removed her white trousers, exposing her lower body. She leaned against the headboard, her alluring eyes fixed on the man beside her.
Ping Weina sized up the man. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with extremely fair and delicate skin, a rosy complexion, and exceptionally handsome features. His eyebrows were arched, his nose was straight, and his eyes shone brightly. He wore a blue velvet hood, a ribbon tied around his round forehead, and a warm white woolen quilt pressed against his jade-like forehead. He wore a blue shirt, which couldn't hide his dashing and debonair air; he was a handsome and spirited young man.
The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at the sexy and beautiful girl on the bed. The girl glanced at him seductively, then gently closed her eyes again, somewhat shy. Ping Weina could tell they were a young couple having an affair, so she turned and jumped downstairs to continue her patrol. However, the girl's heart remained with the young couple. After much deliberation, she decided to go back and check. When Ping Weina returned to the embroidered tower, the two on the bed were embracing. The curtains were still drawn, so she could see them clearly.
Inside, the girl's breasts were high and firm, her nipples rosy, her waist slender and her hips full, her two snow-white thighs crossed, as she smiled at the boy.
The boy's left hand tightly grasped one of her high, full breasts, while his right hand teased and flicked her vulva. The girl let out intoxicating moans, her soft, seductive voice calling out, "Cousin... I feel so good... oh... oh... oh..." Ping Weina then realized they were cousins.
The boy lowered his head, kissing and licking her face lightly, then whispered in her ear, "Good sister, don't rush, cousin will make you feel like you're dying of pleasure soon."
Ping Weina, outside the window, stared wide-eyed inside. The boy's hands gently caressed the girl's smooth, white, and shapely body, admiring it closely. His lips moved to her cherry-like mouth, and the girl returned his kiss, her tongue lightly flicking out in response, their kiss escalating their passion. She wrapped her left arm around the boy's neck, passionately returning his kiss, sucking hard on his tongue. At the same time, her right hand reached down to his lower body, grasping his large penis with her slender fingers and kneading it.
This was the first time Ping Weina had ever seen a man's penis, and her heart skipped a beat, her breathing quickening.
Inside the room, the two continued their intimate act, the boy reaching a fever pitch from the girl's touch! He let out a low growl, tightening his grip on the girl's smooth waist, moving his lips away from her fragrant mouth, kissing his way down her flushed face, lingering briefly on her long, beautiful neck before continuing downwards. When his kisses reached the girl's snow-white, tender breasts, he passionately sucked on one erect nipple, while simultaneously grasping the other breast, gently caressing its rosy nipple with his fingers.
The girl's lower body was wet, and she was panting heavily, constantly emitting sweet moans: "Good cousin... I... I feel so good... harder... good... don't stop..." Her hands tightly hugged the boy's head.
He pressed his advantage, savoring the deliciousness of her two nipples, and then kissed his way down the girl's full body, licking her alluring navel again and again with his tongue. He then parted the girl's slender legs with his hands, buried his face in the wet grass, and began to lick the entrance of her paradise with his tongue.
His tongue skills were superb; in moments, the girl was panting heavily, drenched in fragrant sweat, her jade-like face arched back, her beautiful black hair cascading to her waist, her expression incredibly alluring, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and a seductive moan escaping her cherry-like lips…
Outside, Ping Weina watched, her face burning, her heart pounding wildly, her hands unconsciously squeezing her full breasts through her clothes, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, her lower body itching, and streams of sticky fluid involuntarily flowing from her vagina.
Inside, the happy couple were unaware that someone was watching their performance. The young man, full of vigor, moved his thick penis back and forth, the girl's soft flesh clinging to it, rising and falling with each thrust. With each thrust, the girl let out a joyful moan, her hips swaying more vigorously, actively responding to his penis.
Ping Weina felt her legs go weak, her whole body limp, her heart pounding wildly. An unprecedented feeling of pleasure spread through her body. She dared not look any longer, yet she was reluctant to leave. Finally, the girl gritted her teeth and returned home. The intense desire still burned within her. As her black night clothes fell away, her mature body was revealed. Ping Weina exposed her lotus-root-like arms, snow-white and tender, her proud breasts almost bursting through her snow-white bodice. Then she pulled off her trousers.
The small room was instantly brightened. Two slender, jade-like legs, white and smooth, tightly clamped a private cave that drove men crazy, already soaking wet. Ping Weina raised her hands behind her neck and untied the knot of her bodice. As soon as the bodice came off, with a "plop," a pair of restless white rabbits sprang out, their pyramid-shaped breasts standing proudly upright.
Because of her martial arts training, her breasts were much firmer than others'. Two adorable red cherries graced her snow-white peaks, which trembled with her delicate body. Her secret garden was still covered by a pair of thin silk panties. Due to the copious flow of arousal fluid, the pale white panties had become semi-transparent, revealing a dense patch of dark forest below her abdomen.
At this moment, Ping Weina exuded the charm of a young girl, every gesture brimming with sexiness. Especially her phoenix eyes, radiating endless allure. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, thinking of the boy's thick penis, she felt a surge of heat throughout her body, a burning desire ignited within her. She longed for the man to squeeze her alluring breasts and full, white buttocks.
Ping Weina blushed at the thought. The girl lay down on the bed, her hands unable to resist kneading her firm, full breasts. Her proud breasts stood erect, her snow-white flesh beautiful and proud, each nipple topped with an incredibly alluring red cherry. A surge of pleasure shot from her nipples down her body, then to her limbs, and her beautiful eyes revealed a satisfied expression.
With continued caressing, her nipples hardened, bringing even greater sensitivity. At 17, the girl's primal desires had been building up for too long; masturbation allowed them to surge freely. Her delicate hands moved to her private area. Her hands found a thin cleft, already moist. Her fingers moved downwards, touching two soft labia. She lifted her legs and pulled down her panties, her fingers pinching her already erect clitoris. A flick sent shivers of unprecedented pleasure through her.
Ping Weina felt waves of heat throughout her body, a warm current flowing from her lower body. Curious, she looked down at her genitals. At 17, this was the first time she had ever looked so closely at her own vulva. A string of glistening dewdrops appeared on her pubic hair, her full labia majora parted, the two fleshy folds tightly gripping a clitoris that drove her wild. Even a light touch would send shivers down her spine. Her labia minora guarded her alluring vulva.
With the slender fingers moving in and out, the initial pain vanished completely. Ping Weina felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body from her vulva, like tides, one after another, as if she were being electrocuted. She couldn't help but moan.
"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...ah...
ah...ah...oh...oh...oh..."
Her movements quickened, she felt lightheaded and dizzy. She couldn't care less about anything else, desperately thrusting her hips forward, trying to penetrate the fingers even deeper.
Streams of fluid gushed from her vagina, making a "gurgling...gurgling" sound. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation inside her vagina, and hot, lustful fluid spurted out, making her thighs slippery. This was her first orgasm, and small drops of blood appeared on the sheets.
The girl slept soundly that night and continued her patrol. In the latter half of the ninth night, Ping Weina spotted the man in black on the wall of the ancient building. When they met, she saw the lewd look in his eyes. Wandering the city in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, he was either a constable or a thief. Ping Weina was certain he was no good. Without a word, she drew her sword and thrust, thinking, "Let's see where you can run now.
" The two began to fight. The thief's blade flashed past Ping Weina's head, and before the girl could straighten up, he flicked his wrist and threw a dart straight at her throat. These two moves were clean, swift, and lightning-fast.
This was Ping Weina; any other constable would have been certain to hit her with the dart. Because they were face-to-face and too close, he had no idea that the girl was also an expert at throwing and dodging hidden weapons. Ping Weina executed a powerful "Iron Bridge
" maneuver, stretching her legs forward and leaning back like a noodle, sending the dart whizzing past her nose. It struck the ancient building's courtyard wall with a clang.
Just as the girl stood up, the thief swiftly and viciously thrust his blade towards her neck and throat. Seeing the blade coming, Ping Weina stepped forward and sidestepped,
causing the thief's thrust to miss. The girl used her longsword to deflect the blade, then swept it towards the thief's neck and throat. The thief quickly ducked, and the girl's longsword grazed just above his head.
Then, the thief swung his sword behind his back, aiming for the back of the girl's head. Ping Weina leaped forward, dodging the blow. The thief's skill was quite high; the girl was indeed putting in some effort. Therefore, Ping Weina observed the situation, simultaneously sealing off her defenses and launching her own attacks.
The thief knew he had encountered a formidable opponent and dared not be careless, so he wielded his 108-style swordplay with
resounding "whoosh," and the two fought fiercely, evenly matched.
As time went on, the thief began to falter. Firstly, his martial arts were inferior to Ping Weina's, and secondly, he feared encountering a patrol. Coincidentally, that day, Deputy Supervisor Li Dazhong was patrolling with a dozen or so constables. They spotted the fight from a distance and rushed over, finding Ping Weina battling a man in black.
One of the constables immediately recognized the thief. "Hey, this is the lecherous thief who killed Big Man!" The constables swarmed around him. The thief, even more flustered, panicked and scrambled. Ping Weina, in mid-air, raised her longsword and slashed down, sword and all, aiming for the thief's head!
The thief, realizing the danger, leaped forward, dodging the blow. Sweat poured from his nose and temples, and he gasped for breath. The girl intensified her swordplay, attacking relentlessly
. Taking advantage of the thief's momentary lapse in attention, she executed a sword-and-foot stunt, kicking him squarely in the stomach. The thief tried to spring up, but before he could, the girl was upon him. Ping Weina thought to herself, "I'd better keep him alive for questioning," and tapped his thigh with her sword.
Even that was too much for him! The thief howled in pain and collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Several constables rushed in, slapped him twice, and bound him by the arm. And so the thief was captured alive.
Everyone happily escorted the lecherous thief back to the prefectural government office. Magistrate Wang interrogated him that very night. The thief's name was Hao Quan, a native of Suzhou. He was responsible for the several rapes and murders. After the interrogation, Hao Quan was taken to prison, awaiting the Ministry of Justice's approval for execution. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. The constables had immense respect and admiration for Ping Weina. The young girl received a reward from the magistrate, and Nanjing Prefecture returned to its former tranquility.
(II)
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Last time, we learned that the lecherous thief Hao Quan was imprisoned in the Nanjing Prefecture's death row. The constables finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone received a reward from Prefect Wang.
Ping Weina bought some pastries to visit her mother, but little did they know that trouble would ensue that very night.
Around midnight, a masked man dressed in black scaled the wall and broke into the prison, injuring several guards and rescuing the lecherous Hao Quan. Upon receiving the report, Magistrate Wang summoned all the constables to the yamen that very night to discuss countermeasures. The constables, who had just relaxed upon learning the situation, tensed up again, whispering amongst themselves
and devising solutions. Ping Weina, quick-witted and resourceful, offered Magistrate Wang many suggestions. Following the young woman's advice, Magistrate Wang immediately issued an arrest warrant and put it into practice.
Previously, the gates of Nanjing had been open, allowing free entry and exit without question. Now, sentries were added to the gates, and constables were stationed day and night, carefully checking everyone entering and leaving the city.
Magistrate Wang canceled all leave and ordered everyone to go out and gather information and clues. The constables, in groups of three or two, searched the area around Nanjing, leaving others aside.
Let's start with the chivalrous Ping Weina. She was in charge of the area outside the East Gate. The young woman was paired with a young constable named Ye Yongchang, as he is a crucial character in the story.
Let me briefly introduce Ye Yongchang. He's from Nanjing and has loved martial arts since childhood. His father owns a successful pawnshop, so he comes from a well-off family. He's an only child with exceptional skills, and most importantly, he's handsome and spirited. At 21, he's in the prime of his life. The young couple left the East Gate and first visited several farmhouses.
They found the area relatively quiet and, after inquiring, found no suspicious individuals recently.
Ping Weina and Ye Yongchang discussed it and decided to explore further.
They asked the locals what place was further ahead, and someone told them it was called Huangshugang, only eighteen li away. They were advised against going, as the area wasn't very safe.
The young woman thought, "It's precisely because it's not safe that we should go! We should find the shadow of the lecherous thieves so we can eliminate them!"
Actually, they were quite nervous, so the two of them mustered their courage and rushed to Huangshugang. Don't underestimate Ping Weina just because she's young; this girl has a lot of experience and is very knowledgeable.
Upon arriving at Huangshugang, they discovered it was a large town, a hub of trade routes with several main roads passing through it, which explained its prosperity.
This large town boasted three to four thousand households and several main streets, though most shops were closed. It was said to have been very prosperous in its heyday, but now it was desolate.
They circled Huangshugang several times but found no trace of the lecherous thieves. The sun was beginning to set, and the two thought, "If we hurry back now, it'll be too late. We'll just have to delay another day."
The girl looked up and saw an inn on the north side of the road, its sign proclaiming "Wang Family Inn."
They stepped inside. The inn was indeed quite nice. It had five front rooms, a central passageway, a courtyard with brick floors, and two side halls with five rooms each. There was also a doorway on one side leading to the east and west courtyards and the back courtyard. The inn was already quite full, but it was still spacious enough for thirty or forty rooms.
The waiter greeted them with a smile as soon as he saw them arrive. "You two are looking for a room!" "
Yes," the girl replied. "Prepare two of our best rooms for us."
"Oh, I'm sorry, miss, we only have one room left."
"Then let's look at other places."
The waiter smiled. "Miss, to be honest, although this town is quite large, this is the only inn. If you don't stay, someone else will come to stay soon."
The two discussed it and decided that they would make do for the night in order to solve the case.
"Alright, we'll rent it."
"Your room is on the second floor."
As it was getting dark, all the lights in the rooms were turned on, and they followed the waiter into room number three.
"The house is simple, please forgive us. How is it? Is it alright here?"
The room was quite nice, with bedding, pillows, a teapot, teacups, tables, chairs, and benches—everything was provided. After washing up and drinking some tea, the two felt a bit hungry and tired. Their stomachs were rumbling, "Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."
The girl thought: These past few days I've been busy catching lecherous thieves and haven't eaten properly. Yesterday I was only focused on fighting and didn't even have a bite to eat. She said to Ye Yongchang, "Brother Ye, let's fill our stomachs first, and then we can learn about the local situation before we talk."
So they called over a waiter, who wiped the table, set out dishes and chopsticks, and asked, "What would you two like to eat? Just tell us. We'll make you something delicious."
"What do you have?"
"Ah, our Wang Family Inn is a grand inn, second to none in Huangshugang. We have everything: things that fly in the sky, run on the ground, jump in the grass, float in the water, and we've got everything
you need for frying, stir-frying, cooking, and braising." "No need for that. Just pick whatever you're good at, cold dishes or hot dishes, and make them for us," the girl instructed.
"Okay, how much wine do you want?"
"No more, three catties. But it has to be good wine."
"Don't worry, we have our own homemade 'Ten-Mile Fragrance'!"
"That's it."
The waiter told the kitchen to prepare it, and the two used this opportunity to discuss finding the thief. As they were discussing, the waiter gradually brought in the dishes, and the two smelled them: So fragrant!
Perhaps because they were hungry, the girl lowered her head and picked up her chopsticks to eat. The wine was also warmed up by then, and they drank and ate together.
They quickly finished eating, and Ping Weina said to Ye Yongchang, "Brother Ye, let's rest quickly. We need to be well-rested to find the thief tomorrow."
The waiter cleared away the leftover food, and they hung their weapons on the wall. Ye Yongchang fell into a deep sleep.
On the other bed, Ping Weina tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was in turmoil. The first thing the girl thought about was finding the lecherous thief tomorrow. Thinking of this, all sleepiness vanished.
Just then, the girl heard a strange sound. Following the sound, she pressed her face against the wall. The sound became clearer, like the sound of flesh colliding, interspersed with a man's low breathing and a woman's moans.
It was already late at night, and the entire inn was dark, with only a sliver of light coming from next door.
The girl, barefoot and with snow-white feet, quietly left the room. She tiptoed to the window of the next room, stopped, moistened her right index finger with her mouth, and gently poked a hole in the paper windowpane. Peeking in, she saw everything inside, almost making Ping Weina scream. Luckily, she managed to stop herself from crying out. The bed inside faced the window.
Two naked people were rolling on the wooden bed. The girl saw that the man was about 30 years old, while the woman was very young, probably only 16 or 17. The man had the beautiful girl pinned beneath him, wantonly thrusting into her tender orifice, ravaging her until she was drenched in sweat and panting.
The girl's body was flushed, her moans and gasps pleaded, and her slender body twisted desperately, her delicate fingers gripping his back with eager desire—clearly, the girl's pleasure had reached its peak.
Ping Weina saw the girl's overwhelming pleasure surging through her body and mind, causing her to completely abandon her innocent shyness and tenderness, offering herself wholeheartedly and passionately enjoying the carnal pleasure.
The boundless spring scenery deeply attracted the girl, and inside the room, the girl's sexy little mouth kept moaning: "So beautiful... ah... good brother... I'm almost... I'm almost dying... ah... oh... you're so strong...
oh... good brother... you're fucking me... I can't take it anymore... oh..."
The girl's panting continued, and although she said she couldn't take it anymore, her body's movements did not hesitate at all, but instead met his deep attacks even more strongly. With each thrust, the man penetrated deep into the girl's body.
The girl's breasts rose and fell with the movements, and her flushed eyes were full of the sweet charm of orgasm. After a long moan, the moans grew louder and more wanton, making Ping Weina outside blush and her heart pound.
Although it wasn't the first time the girl had seen such springtime scenery, she couldn't help but use her slender, bamboo-like fingers to gently caress her full breasts. Her fingers even slid down to her legs, touching her private parts through her clothes, causing her to involuntarily shudder. Ping Weina's hands also involuntarily caressed her sensitive body, making her feel even hotter and more aroused.
Ping Weina ran back to her room, distraught, and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Her heart pounded wildly. She glanced casually at Ye Yongchang's bed, and in the moonlight, she was stunned. Because of the heat, Ye Yongchang had kicked the blanket aside; he was only wearing underwear, and dark pubic hair peeked out from both sides, his bulging genitals attracting the girl's gaze.
The girl got up, lit the lamp, and came to Ye Yongchang's side. Now she could see him more clearly. Ping Weina felt a strong desire in her heart; she really wanted to give her pure and innocent body to Brother Ye. She also longed for a man.
At this moment, the girl's angelic face was shy and charming, her eyes watery and overflowing with tender affection. The girl nudged Ye Yongchang, and he opened his eyes, bewildered by the scene before him. He saw Ping Weina's long, black hair half-covering her beautiful face, which was shy and alluring, making her even more charming. Her large, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes as she looked at him.
Even a fool would understand what was going on. Ye Yongchang put his hand down to his crotch, smelling the unique fragrance emanating from the girl. Ping Weina also carefully examined Brother Ye. She saw his heroic air, his handsome face, and his large, dark eyes. The girl shyly and slowly unbuttoned her white clothes.
In the dimly lit guest room, the two kissed passionately, ready to savor the exquisite pleasures of lovemaking. Ye Yongchang slipped his tongue into Ping Weina's mouth, sucking on the girl's delicate tongue and slowly drawing in her intoxicating saliva.
Though locked in a passionate kiss, their hands were not idle. The girl's slender, soft hands caressed his shoulders, back, and chest, sending a wave of indescribable pleasure through him. Ye Yongchang also stroked her large breasts through her clothes. Ye
Yongchang removed the girl's top, revealing her lotus-root-like, snow-white, pink arms. Her full breasts bulged against her white bodice, and he stared wide-eyed at the beautiful body of a woman he had never seen before. Ping Weina,
her eyes filled with desire, guided Ye Yongchang to untie the knot of her bodice. With a soft "plop," her high, firm breasts broke free of their restraints and trembled as they sprang forth.
The girl's breasts were large, like small hills, her areolas the size of coins, pink in color, and her nipples erect like large red dates.
Ye Yongchang trembled as he kneaded the girl's breasts, the soft, warm flesh stimulating his breathing, his desire growing stronger. The girl began to moan softly, her body trembling, a blush rising on her face.
The girl gently stroked Ye Yongchang's cheeks, looking at him with seductive eyes, and whispered, "Good brother, it feels so good!"
Ping Weina giggled and embraced Ye Yongchang's broad, strong body, and he kissed her red lips again.
Stimulated by this, the girl felt a wave of dizziness. Although Ping Weina was somewhat shy, she was, after all, a mature girl, and the passionate kiss made her body hot, and streams of lustful fluid flowed from her private parts.
Seeing the girl's beautiful cheeks turn a bewitching pink, her breathing quicken, and sweet moans escape from her delicate nose: "Oh...oh...oh...good brother..." Clearly, the desire within her had been ignited by him.
Her snow-white breasts bounced up and down with her rapid breathing. Ye Yongchang's trembling hands caressed one of her breasts, gently pressing down with his palm, causing the nipple to bulge upwards, high and tender, so tempting it was almost unbearable.
He greedily grasped both of her breasts, gently kneading them. Ping Weina closed her eyes, enjoying the satisfaction brought to her by the opposite sex, moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm..."
Ye Yongchang took her other nipple into his mouth, kissing it gently until it swelled and hardened, then licking it with his tongue and gently biting it with his teeth, while his hands kneaded that breast from side to side, making the girl's white, steamed-bun-like breasts swollen and red.
Ping Weina, a young girl just beginning to experience the world, could hardly resist such provocation. An unprecedented, strange feeling washed over her; it felt far better than when she masturbated. Her wanton breaths filled his ears, her cheeks flushed, and her half-closed, alluring eyes blazed with desire.
Ye Yongchang followed the girl's smooth, rounded abdomen and delicate navel, gradually approaching her most intimate place. The girl collapsed limply onto the bed, a pair of white silk shorts her last line of defense. Ye Yongchang first gently stroked the girl's snow-white, adorable little feet, then rubbed his burning face against them.
Next came her smooth, firm calves, then her fair thighs, and the girl's heart rose higher and higher with his caresses.
Suddenly, the girl felt a chill in her lower body. It turned out that he had taken off her wet shorts. The girl's round, plump buttocks were even more prominent against her slender waist. Ye Yongchang spread her thighs and stared at her alluring vulva.

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