Tang Dynasty Songstress

Spring of the ninth year of the Jing'an era of the Tang Dynasty, 2563 in the Kong calendar. The capital of the Tang Dynasty.
This wasn't my first time in the capital, but each visit brought a fresh feeling.
I used to enjoy coming here alone to admire the peonies, but I later realized it's more interesting with a crowd.
"Xiaoyu, come on... hurry, hurry..."
"Wait for me. Why are you walking so fast..."
Girls laughed and joked on the streets of the capital, dressed in retro theatrical costumes. The ghost of the ancient Guanzhong era seemed to possess them, making their accents, even after leaving the stage, identical to those of Bai Juyi from 1200 years ago.
Only, to modern city dwellers, these accents sounded as strange as Sanskrit. Moreover, these girls hadn't even removed their makeup; the high-contrast red lips and white faces looked particularly eerie under the neon lights.
"Wait for me." The girl lagging behind, called Xiaoyu, was me. Twenty-three years old this year, I'm an ordinary opera performer. Although our ancestor was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, ensuring our livelihood, it's still a profession that won't make us rich. Yesterday, my senior sister shoved a newspaper under my nose. In the latest employment survey, we've been far surpassed by teachers and doctors, falling behind taxi drivers, only slightly taller than veterinarians and bank tellers.
Whatever, I shrugged indifferently and continued stretching: In this world, managers jumping off buildings and white-collar workers dying from overwork are everywhere. What's wrong with a profession like ours, with a fixed monthly salary and extra subsidies for performances and travel? Even after retirement, a high pension awaits me. Life is so wonderful, why should I complain?
Besides, I can eat all kinds of food from around the world…
"This is it!" My senior sister, A-Chan, led us into an inconspicuous late-night snack shop. Speaking of food, although I'm usually resented by my boss for being lazy and gluttonous, when it comes to culinary skills, A-Chan far surpasses me by more than ninety percent!
"Our specialty is wonton and shepherd's purse noodles." My senior sister pulled out her notebook, filled with useful notes, and directed us to sit in a row. She began reading from the notebook. I sat on the outer edge, observing the quiet late-night eatery. Although Senior Sister Achan confidently told us that this was one of the twenty most worthwhile places to visit in the capital, I felt that the few customers were not as exaggerated as she described.
"Xiaoyu, what do you want to eat?" The girl sitting next to me nudged me. She had a pretty oval face, delicate eyebrows, and a pert little nose. She was also my best friend, my confidante, my closest sister, Xiaoyi.
Xiaoyi and I had been sleeping in the same bed since the day we started learning opera. We were inseparable, always walking hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, even sharing a husband. Although she would occasionally be jealous of me, sometimes I would be jealous of her too.
"I'm fine with anything," I said casually. The owner, draped in a white towel, approached us with a smile and said, "Ladies, are you watching the performance at the Yishan Opera Troupe over there?" "Yes," Sister Achan nodded. "Didn't you go see the show, sir?" The owner chuckled. "The tickets are too expensive, five strings of cash. Doing business isn't easy these days, so I had my son go see it and tell you about it when he gets back—you're a big troupe from Chang'an, aren't you?" A couple of years ago, when people asked this, I would proudly puff out my chest and answer, "Yes, we're from Chang'an, a proper troupe with a 1,500-year history. Even Emperor Li Cunxu performed in our troupe."
But now I'm too lazy to bother with that, and I just nodded along with my sisters.
"Indeed, you're from the Emperor's side," the owner said, straightening his posture with a particularly reverent expression as he faced west. "My wife is also from Chang'an, a palace maid serving the Emperor. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed to say that, ladies.
I've been in the palace for over ten years, but I've never even seen the Emperor."
That's nothing special. Although the emperor no longer has to be as busy with state affairs as his ancestors, he's not like a rock star who can just walk up to anyone for an autograph. There's still a significant gap between the emperor and the common people.
"Xiaoyu, you still haven't said what you want to eat?" Senior Sister Zhiyuan, sitting next to Senior Sister Achan, urged me.
"I..." I hadn't been listening to Senior Sister Achan's rambling at all, and now I couldn't say a word. Luckily, a huge menu on the opposite wall saved my life: "I'll take that one. Boss, isn't that delicious?" "That's the shop's signboard. Ladies, please sit for a while, the late-night snack will be served soon." The boss left, and Xiaoyi nudged me: "Hey, Xiaoyu, why are you so absent-minded today? Are you thinking about something? Okay, when we get back to the inn, I won't fight you for your husband, tonight is all yours, okay?" Our shared husband is a musician in a troupe. According to the Tang Dynasty Code, musicians in the troupe are not registered as commoners, and their marriages are not considered legitimate. Women can only be concubines, and men can only marry into the family. This was a rule that had been in place for thousands of years, and no one dared to violate it. Therefore, some senior actresses in the brothels, unwilling to stoop to the status of concubines, engaged in illicit affairs with musicians and drummers. They came together by chance and parted ways freely, living a carefree and unrestrained life. Xiao Yi and I were in the same situation: we both had younger siblings, and our families couldn't afford to support so many children or provide a large dowry. Without a dowry, it would be difficult to marry into a good family as a first wife. Since we were going to be concubines, why not become registered in the brothels, earn a substantial dowry while we were young, and then find an ordinary family to settle down with after we turned thirty? Although we were both concubines, having a dowry meant we wouldn't be afraid of being bullied by the first wife.
From the age of fifteen or sixteen when our hearts begin to flutter with romantic feelings to the point where we've earned enough to get married, it takes at least ten years. We're both perfectly healthy young women, not nuns (Xiao Yi interjects: "Even if we were nuns, we'd be a bunch of slutty nuns."). To remain chaste for over ten years without a man? That's a myth. Even Sister Achan, who changed husbands three times in four years, is considered slow. Her roommate, Senior Sister Zhiyuan, changed husbands twice a month on average.
Xiao Yi and I didn't settle for just one man like Senior Sister Achan, nor did we change our minds as quickly as Senior Sister Zhiyuan. In the years since we officially joined the group, we've maintained a husband-changing frequency of about six months, living a very comfortable life.
Besides these actual husbands, we don't refuse extra romantic encounters when the opportunity arises.
Last time we went to perform in the south, Sister Zhiyuan dragged Xiaoyi and me to a nightclub. We partied wildly with three handsome guys for a whole day and night, so much so that I almost fell asleep on stage the next night.
"Dad, I'm back." Just as I was leaning against Xiaoyi for a nap, the shop door opened again, and a tall, handsome young man walked in. For some reason, I subconsciously turned my head to look at him, and he looked at me too, and even smiled at me. Damn it, his smile made the ceiling light go completely dark.
"Oh, you're blushing." Xiao Yi pinched my waist. "Sister A Chan, how about we leave Xiao Yu here for our meal money?"
"What are you talking about?" My face immediately turned bright red. "Leave you here." "She wasn't smiling at me." Xiao Yi secretly slipped something into the cleavage of my bra.
"Keep it, it'll be useful."
Damn little girl, I could already feel what she had slipped in. We were going to go clubbing tonight, and her bag was full of condoms and perfume cream—a kind of aphrodisiac cream that had recently become popular in Chang'an and came from the Western Regions.
Costume designers these days are so stingy, unwilling to use even an inch more fabric on us. The bodices on the costumes have been lowered again and again. When I saw the photos of the master costume artist, the bodices were completely up to the armpits. When I watched the video of the master, more than half a finger's width of skin was exposed from the shoulder blades down. After I put on this costume, I found, hehe, that cleavage that could always be squeezed out was now fully displayed to the audience.
"Ugh." I tried to cover my chest with my hand, watching the handsome guy walk into the back room while secretly taking that thing out: "You're so frivolous." Although I said that, I still secretly put the small plastic bag into my bag.
Sister Achan smiled at me with her chin on her hand: "Xiaoyu... who told you to have the biggest chest? The handsome guy saw you at a glance, we're all just background."
Senior Sister also teased me. I looked pitifully at Sister Zhiyuan, who brushed her bangs off her forehead: "Tonight, the three of us have to go together... before we even set off, someone's already going solo." What a bunch of mischievous friends. Don't think of me next time they need something!
The late-night snack was served quickly, steaming hot and looking delicious, not to mention it was brought by the handsome young owner himself.
"Xiaoyu, your toppings are much more than ours!" Sister Zhiyuan exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah, yeah!" Xiaoyi poked at my bowl with her chopsticks: "So much, wow, and there's even a free chicken leg... Xiaoyu, how can you not repay the boss with your body?" Sister Achan leaned in with a mischievous smile: "You have to win over both the boss and the young boss." "Ugh, let's eat noodles!" I angrily slapped them and buried my head in my food.
Sister Achan's homework was indeed done very well; the noodles at this noodle shop were really delicious. Soon, we, who were starving, finished off both the noodles and the soup.
"Wow, I'm so full!" Xiao Yi wiped her mouth and patted her belly contentedly. "Okay, Xiao Yu, go pay the bill."
"That's not right." Sister A Chan stood up. "I'll go talk to the boss... Xiao Yu, let's come here for breakfast again tomorrow morning."
Seriously? They've already sold me out? I was about to stand up to protest when Sister Zhi Yuan held me down:
"Be reserved. To make sure we get chicken legs for breakfast tomorrow, please work hard tonight!" What?! I wanted to protest, but the handsome guy walked towards me. Since that's how it is... "You guys go first, see you tomorrow morning." I waved to them generously: I am a woman of the Tang Dynasty, bold and responsible, open and free is my true nature.
A handsome man stood before me, and I deliberately puffed out my ample chest: "Boss, what's your name?" "Just call me Bi Zheng." The handsome man was a little flustered: "Your friends said..." "Just call me Xiao Yu." I took his hand: "I came to Luoyang because I wanted to find a handsome man to spend the night with."
Bi Zheng was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected me to be so direct. But he quickly realized: the girls in our brothel were naturally indifferent to those formalities and worldly customs.
"Let's go upstairs." He took a breath. "I went to see your play tonight... What role did you play?"
"A palace maid." I suddenly felt a mischievous glint in my eye. "You probably didn't see me." "What a pity, you're so beautiful." He led me through the back hall, past the fragrant kitchen, to a detached little building and opened the door. "You could totally be a lead." "Aren't my friends beautiful? They're all lead actresses, stars." "They're beautiful too... but," he hesitated, then slowly said, "they don't have your kind of scent."
"Scent?" I deliberately sniffed the air. "You mean my perfume?" "No, no, I mean, your aura, it gives people a different feeling." Bi Zheng paused.
"I like this aura."
"Thank you." I took this as a compliment, because he wasn't the first to say that. Because my master didn't like me; she said I wasn't pretty enough, my voice wasn't sweet enough, and my temper wasn't gentle enough. Last time I went to Hangzhou for a performance, the prefect invited people to drink, and the education commissioner asked us to accompany him. Coincidentally, I was in a bad mood those days, so instead of going, I argued with the commissioner. Later, that petty, despicable man made things difficult for me because of this. Even Xiao Yi and A Chan advised me to change my bad temper as soon as possible.
But if I changed my temper, would I still be me?
He led me into a bedroom, which was piled high with books. Only a double bed and a computer desk were placed in the corner, with a few magazines on the desk.
"My wife isn't here, the room is a bit messy," he explained somewhat embarrassedly.
"You're married..." I said faintly, as if a little disappointed.
"It was an engagement I had when I was young. She's my aunt's daughter. She went back to her parents' house these past few days, so I'm all alone." He straightened the bedsheets a little embarrassedly. "The room is small, there's no room for anything." Real estate is incredibly expensive in Chang'an, and living here is difficult. The two-zhang-square-meter dormitory room that Xiao Yi and I share is in a prime location near the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and Furong Garden. There's even a sweet osmanthus tree planted by our ancestors a hundred years ago in front of the dormitory building. Such a residence would cost at least two or three thousand guan per zhang on the market [one zhang is approximately 9 square meters, and one guan is approximately 100 yuan]. And Bi Zheng's house, besides the front storefront, has a courtyard in the middle and a three-story building in the back. Add to that the location… If the money-grubbing Xiao Yi were here, she would surely have already figured out that this young master Bi Zheng is not only handsome but also incredibly wealthy.
"I'm going to take a shower first." I smiled slightly at him. "The bathroom is..." "Oh, this way." He led me to the bathroom door. "Everything's inside. Just let me know if you need anything."
What an idiot! Did I really have to ask him to take a bath with me? But it's fine if he doesn't come. I'm exhausted from singing and dancing today. A soak will help me relax.
After locking the bathroom door, I quickly dried my clothes and carefully put my expensive costume in the plastic cover before daring to turn on the water—if I ruined these precious clothes, there would be more enemies in the world.
I wondered what kind of person Bi Zheng's wife was. I knelt on the sink and washed away the makeup. The hot water flowed over my eyebrows, cheeks, nose, and lips, and gradually my face, which couldn't be called stunning, was revealed in the mirror.
The dazzling brilliance on stage mostly came from my costume, now locked in the cover, and the remaining makeup on my face.
I had no interest in looking at my naked body.
Although during my adolescence, Xiao Yi and I were obsessed with exploring our bodies, trying out all sorts of things we'd heard about through rumors, and every night after lights out, we'd still kiss and entwine, our breasts pressed together, tightly intertwined. When we truly experienced the pleasures of men at sixteen, we also indulged in sexual activity, wandering around with the other girls in the theater troupe, participating in various nude parties and orgys. Every holiday that should have been for rest was squandered into a feast of physical and spiritual indulgence. But I don't know when it started, I grew tired of this endless promiscuity. Spreading my legs and letting one man after another enter me, taking me to a blissful paradise, wasn't as fun as it used to be.
Perhaps this is what getting old is like? Although my mentor always scolded me for being disobedient and unruly, she truly treated me like a mother and daughter. During our casual chat, she mentioned that twenty years ago, she also enjoyed dating different people every day. But passion always fades, and one day she suddenly lost interest in it all. Then, unexpectedly, she became pregnant and settled into being a single mother. For over ten years, she remained a celibate, only occasionally going to nightclubs. Could my master's fate be my tomorrow? I shook my head, stepped into the steaming bathtub, and vigorously scrubbed my body until my fair skin turned red. From the age of sixteen when I lost my virginity until now, I've lost count of how many men I've been with, but tonight's experience, which keeps me thinking, feels like a memory from long ago.
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He stared intently down my curves, the smooth lines of my abdomen meeting on a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, the curly black pubic hair forming an inverted triangle. My long, jade-like legs were crossed, concealing the mystery beneath. His breathing suddenly became heavy.
I smiled slightly, lifted my bathrobe to the side, turned to the side, one hand supporting my forehead, the other stroking my leg, making various alluring poses. These techniques of lovemaking were taught to us by our master in practice. For over a thousand years, it had been a compulsory course in the brothel for a woman to know how to use her body to please a man. Back then, we were both still little girls; Xiao Yi and I had just been deflowered by our patrons, experiencing the taste of men for the first time. The master led us to the old instructor's house. She took off her clothes and made love with the old instructor on the bed. Xiao Yi and I stood naked to the side, our vaginas stuffed with thin carrots, watching the real battle on the bed. We watched the master spread her legs and use her fingers to separate her private parts, letting the old instructor insert his old but still hard penis into her honey hole. We were all burning with desire, and we took turns letting the old instructor use his rich experience to thrust into us two novice chicks until we cried out and our juices flew everywhere before he stopped. Bi
Zheng took two deep breaths, but his crotch was already standing tall and proud, expressing his admiration for me. I smiled slightly, got up and knelt on the bed, reaching out to take off his pants.
"Ah...no." He suddenly understood my intention and wanted to refuse my service, but I had already grasped his rock-hard penis, one hand deftly circling the shaft, the other supporting my chest: "What's wrong? Don't you want to be with me?"
"I want to...but." He stared straight at my breasts, and I smiled smugly, thrusting my chest even higher: "Touch them. You can touch them however you want."
Sure enough, his hands reached out, grabbing my breasts and gently kneading them, his face showing extreme pleasure. Actually, I was also very comfortable; the gentle stimulation of my nipples and the just-right caresses quickly aroused me. I pulled him to lie down on the bed, and consciously spread my legs to wrap around his waist: "Come in, let me know how good you are." I whispered in his ear.
He fumbled around for a while, then pulled out a condom from the bedside table and put it on. He then slowly inserted his hard, erect penis into my tender opening. I gently twisted my waist, my legs wrapping around his waist to help him enter me quickly.
"Yours is so big," I said, hugging his neck and sincerely complimenting him. He began to move inside me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Gradually, I started moaning and groaning, and my vagina seemed to become wetter. His thrusts became smoother, faster, and deeper. Several times he bumped into my clitoris, pressing against that soft lump of flesh inside me. I was drenched in sweat, my face flushed, as if I were drifting in a rushing stream, being pushed forward by the waves, sometimes tossed high into the air and sometimes slammed down heavily. My legs were no longer tightly wrapped around his waist and back, but stared wildly at the sky, uttering meaningless lewd words. Suddenly, as if a dam holding back floodwaters in summer had been breached, all the sensations gathered in my body poured out in an instant as my clitoris bloomed. My whole body went limp, and I lay softly on the bed. Only then did I vaguely feel as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on me... "You, so capable..." Even at this moment, I still couldn't help but joke with him with a double meaning. He struggled to prop himself up on his arms. "You were great too... I haven't felt like this in a long time." "Me too." I brushed the sweat-dampened bangs from my forehead. "Your wife must be very happy." He blushed, lowered his head, and buried his face in my nipple, sucking on it. I couldn't help but giggle, and I could feel his penis regain its vitality.
"So fast," I said in surprise. "Let's do it again." "Don't you want to rest for a bit?" he asked with concern.
"I'm fine." I rolled over, sticking my butt out to the sky. "You'll have to be more proactive this time, and next time it'll be my turn."
"Yes, ma'am." He patted my butt, and I proudly wiggled my round, moon-like buttocks. Bi Zheng changed partners and knelt behind me again, his hands caressing my buttocks. Suddenly, he asked, "Xiao Yu, can I try from behind?"
"You mean your anus?" I turned my head. "Sure. No problem. But you'd better lubricate it first."
"Is that so?" He scooped up some of my vaginal fluid and smeared it on my anus. "My wife always says it's dirty here and doesn't want me to leave..."
"You can go wherever you want today." I smiled as I watched him guide his penis, slowly inserting it into my buttocks.
"Oh, oh, it's a bit tight!" I tried my best to spread my buttocks apart so he could push in more easily. My first time in the back was also with Xiao Yi, with a charming and talented lyricist. Later we found out that the charming young man was actually gay. No wonder he only liked to walk behind and not in front.
Bi Zheng's thing was huge, completely unlike his refined appearance. It squeezed me painfully, but the intense pleasure made me suppress my cries. I gripped his pillowcase with both hands, humming contentedly, and said, "Brother Bi Zheng...faster, it's so itchy inside." Soon, he did as I wished, thrusting powerfully as before. I lay on the pillow, my whole body arched with my buttocks as the highest point, my two full breasts swaying back and forth under my body. Gradually, I was no longer satisfied with his invasion of my rear. I also put my fingers into the wet pubic hair, skillfully parting the deep red petals, teasing the sticky clitoris covered in nectar. Bi Zheng probably noticed my movements and reached for my vulva. I guided his hand to the entrance, and he instinctively used his index and middle fingers to probe the clear spring inside. Before I knew it, he had brought me to another orgasm.
"Wow, you're so strong." I lay on the bed panting for a while before noticing that there was still no semen in the new condom he had put on. It seemed he hadn't been satisfied with me yet.
"Now, I'll serve you." Without further ado, I straddled his lap, parted my vulva with one hand, and guided his penis with the other, slowly sitting down on his thick, long shaft.
"Can you handle it?" he asked, playing with my breasts. "My wife is delicate and can't handle it. She begged for mercy after just one round. This is the first time I've met someone who can go through three rounds with me like this." "I'm fine." I said, and began to slowly move up and down on him. "This round, don't move. I'll take care of you." I remember
that time on the beach when we were playing a swapping game with a group of college students. There were seven of us girls against eleven boys. I remember it very clearly. Not only did every boy release inside me, but several of the more capable ones even went two or three times!
I bounced on top of him, my breasts swaying back and forth. He couldn't resist and reached out to grab one in each hand, kneading them. Xiao Yi and I are best friends, but she's always been flat-chested. No matter what kind of special medicine she takes or what kind of papaya milk she drinks, her size always stays at A+. I'm much luckier than her; perhaps it's because of good genes. Without realizing it, my size has slowly expanded to between C and D, and is still developing towards D. Xiao Yi doesn't say it, but she's very jealous of me. To compete with me in bed, she even got piercings and nipple rings, but those are only visible when you're naked. Before that, I still have the advantage.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat inside me, and in a moment of distraction, I sat down heavily, causing his penis to hit my clitoris, and I involuntarily ejaculated. This surge of heat poured onto his glans, and just as he obediently handed over his "gift money" for the night.
After our mutual climax, Bi Zheng and I were both exhausted. After cleaning up the traces of our union, we lay down under the covers and fell fast asleep.
The next morning, I was eating noodles in the main hall, feeling refreshed. Xiao Yi brought me a set of casual clothes: high heels, black stockings, a miniskirt, and a short strapless top with a bright red peony design. They each got one of these mixed-and-matched styles, which were said to turn heads wherever they went.
"Alright, the deal's done." I patted my belly contentedly and pulled out a tissue to wipe my mouth.
"Xiao Yi, where did you buy this strapless top? I want to buy one for Master too." Xiao Yi kept her head down, eating her noodles without saying a word. A Chan smiled and said, "Last night, Xiao Yu spent the night with the Noodle Prince, while our Xiao Yi met the Strapless Uncle."
Really? Sounds like there's new gossip to gossip about. There's still a whole day until tonight's performance, so I can patiently listen to the story!

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