A Brief Account of Lustful Schemes

"Alas." Her lips parted slightly, and she sighed softly. Her fair face, flushed with a rosy hue, was etched with deep sorrow. It was nearly midnight, yet she could not sleep in her empty chamber. These past few days, whenever she saw the empty mandarin duck pillow in her embroidered bedchamber, she couldn't help but
clutch her chest and ask herself if anyone could truly embody the virtue of a wife free from jealousy and envy. She had only been in her husband's household for a year, yet his passion had already waned considerably. When he loosened the sash on her shoulders, removed the light gauze, and took off the red silk, and there was no longer the fire that used to burn in his eyes, she knew that the new bride had not yet smiled, and the old one
should weep. She took on the task of choosing a concubine for her husband. That delicate and beautiful girl, with a pitiful appearance, timidly called out "Sister," without the need for formal betrothal, without the need for dragon and phoenix wedding candles, just a timid "Sister," and a few simple clothes, under her forced smile, moved into the Listening Waves Villa, stealing all of her husband's passion.
"Miss, it's getting late." The maid who had come with her dowry thoughtfully draped a robe over her shoulders as she stood before the bed, but dared not tell her to go back to her room to rest. She touched the maid's face and said with a wry smile, "Xiao Lan, perhaps what you said that day was right." Xiao Lan's face quickly turned red, and she replied in a voice barely audible, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. I... I was just guessing. After that, the young master never touched me again." She carefully examined this maid who was four years younger than her. Beneath the simple silk dress was a shapely figure, not particularly slender but rather full and beautiful. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a delicate and pretty appearance, like the girl next door you often see on the streets. Do men like women like this? She couldn't help but think of what happened that night.
That night, her husband was very drunk, vomiting and making a scene from dusk till night. From the few words he mumbled, she could vaguely hear his friends making fun of him again. She wiped the filth from his body with an embroidered handkerchief, carefully helped him to bed, and covered him with a blanket. She found her husband's body spread out, taking up the entire bed, so she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against him as she drifted off to sleep.
Before she could even drift off, she was startled awake by a hot hand on her chest. She opened her bright eyes, and saw that the thin hand slipping inside her undergarment belonged to her husband. She wasn't fully awake yet, just staring blankly as her husband's hand quickly unbuttoned her outer garment and undergarment, then another hand slipped inside her undergarment, tracing her smooth, alabaster abdomen, parting her delicate, shy vulva, and carefully kneading it.
"Husband..."
she groaned, the kneading of her breasts and the caressing between her legs sending a wave of weakness through her body, a strange, fleeting sensation, like the one she had experienced during intimate moments, beginning to surge continuously. No, she couldn't lose face. She was a lady of high birth, how could she be as shameless as a lowly woman from a brothel… She forced herself to calm down, took a slight step back, away from the fiery passion that made her heart race, and said with a composed expression,
"Husband, please allow me to help you undress and rest. You're tired today, don't hurt yourself." Her husband stared intently at her as if he had confirmed something, his eyes filled with a disappointment she couldn't understand. She thought her husband would say something, but in the end, he simply calmed his expression, turned over to make room for her, and appeared to be asleep. She stood by the bed, not understanding why her husband was angry. She had never neglected the wifely duties her mother had taught her, yet all she received in return was her husband's increasingly distant heart.
Her husband had once placed a Guanyin statue in front of her dressing mirror, giving her a meaningful look, but she still couldn't understand. She stared blankly at the statue; Guanyin, the Bodhisattva, had a cold, dignified appearance, holy and unapproachable. This was clearly a deity in everyone's hearts, so why did her husband always look so disgusted when he saw it? If he disliked it, why place it in front of his dressing table? Lost in thought, she listlessly got into bed, curled up beside her husband, and wearily drifted off to sleep.
It was probably midnight when a muffled, sharp scream woke her from her slumber. She sat up in surprise, wanting to call her husband, only to find herself alone in the bedchamber.
It seemed someone was saying something in the flower hall; the sounds outside subsided, with only faint groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, drifting into her ears. She wasn't an naive, lovesick young girl; she knew what that sound meant. Hadn't she herself briefly made that sound when she couldn't bear it any longer after the veil was lifted under the dragon and phoenix candles? Her face flushed, she slipped on her embroidered shoes, tiptoed around the screen, and peeked out from behind a pillar.
On the small bed beside the flower hall, where her dowry maid Xiao Lan should have rested, now stood a tall, imposing figure. Even without the moonlight streaming in through the latticed window, she knew that familiar profile was her husband, who should have been sleeping beside her. His clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, his torn and tattered undergarments strewn about.
On the small bed, Xiao Lan knelt, her elbows propped against her chest, her round, white buttocks raised high, trembling and swaying with each thrust from behind. Her naked body was completely exposed to the moonlight, like a newborn infant. Her long, black hair cascaded down one side, her cheek flushed red, yet tears were clearly visible streaming down her face. Xiaolan bit her index finger tightly, but a mournful groan could still be heard.
She couldn't feel sorry for Xiaolan; a maidservant was never supposed to resist such a fate. But her husband had never truly looked at Xiaolan, leading her to believe that Xiaolan could avoid that fate, so she had even arranged a marriage for her.
But she never expected that at this moment, her husband would be like a beast, lying on top of Xiaolan, his mouth tightly biting her shoulder, one hand reaching under her waist, forcefully grasping her breasts, which appeared even fuller from her prone position, while his other hand gripped her buttocks as if trying to dig into her flesh.
In the moonlight, her husband's erect member, stained with blood, tirelessly thrust deep into Xiaolan's most tender spot between her legs, then pulled out forcefully. Each thrust made Xiaolan's body tremble as if burned, and each withdrawal made her neck arch upwards. Her cherry lips, which were biting her fingers, seemed to close tighter and tighter with each thrust.
A moment later, her husband stopped moving, his lower body pressed tightly against Xiaolan's buttocks, his entire body pressing down on her back, breathing heavily. Xiaolan's thighs seemed to have no strength left, and she loosened her grip on her fingers, pleading in a trembling, sobbing voice, "Young...Young Master, please go back to your room...Miss...Miss is always a light sleeper, if she's found out..." "So what if she's found out?" the man behind her coldly uttered, interrupting Xiaolan's words, then, as if venting his dissatisfaction, he turned Xiaolan's body over, revealing a patch of filth between her limp legs.
She watched in astonishment as her husband, who was usually not very sexually active, pounced heavily on her, his hands grasping her porcelain-like breasts and alternately putting them into his mouth, licking and biting them as if they were some kind of delicacy. Xiaolan, tears streaming down her face, bit her finger, suppressing the moans escaping from deep within her throat. Her lamb-like body writhed helplessly beneath the man.
She watched as her husband's penis gradually hardened again, then mercilessly plunged into her body once more, thrusting desperately. A nameless fear overwhelmed her, preventing her from watching any longer. She quietly retreated behind a pillar, back to her bedroom. As she curled her petite body into the large quilt, she realized her underpants were soaked with sweat, a chilling discomfort spreading through her.
She removed her underpants under the covers, her slender fingers gliding over the outside of her tightly closed labia. The warmth and dampness she felt suddenly gave rise to a thought that made her blush with shame.
"No…" she murmured, restraining her fingers from penetrating even deeper. She tried to recall the admonitions of propriety and grace, then drifted off to sleep amidst her chaotic and uncontrollable thoughts.
The next day, when she woke up, she was still alone beside her. Her husband had his own things to do and naturally wouldn't spend all his time in the boudoir. She thought to herself, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. She straightened her clothes and called Xiaolan into the room.
After being called several times, Xiaolan finally responded lazily, then rushed in as if remembering something, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray, clearly having just been woken up. Her legs were unnaturally parted beneath her skirt, and one hand was clutching her lower abdomen in pain as she ran. She paused, suddenly remembering what she had seen the previous night, and her cheeks flushed.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said with a forced smile, reaching out to tidy Xiaolan's disheveled hair.
Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt before her. "Miss… I'm sorry, I… I know I was wrong…" "I have no right to blame you. It's not your fault. I just don't understand what I should do…" she said, as if speaking to Xiaolan, yet also as if talking to herself.
"Miss... I dare to guess, but the young master... doesn't want you... to be so... so concerned with maintaining a proper family appearance." She trembled. As a wife and the matriarch of the household, she had been taught from childhood how to maintain the proper demeanor and virtues of a mistress, yet these words stirred a strange urge in her to agree.
Her lips trembled as she pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps, it's time to find a concubine for my husband." "Miss?... You're not joking, are you?" Xiao Lan looked at her in surprise, but she nodded heavily. "Xiao Lan, are you willing? If so, we'll be sisters from now on." She knew how much these words befitted a matriarch, but each word cut like a knife into her heart.
"Miss..." Xiao Lan shook her head. "I've never thought of that. I'll be content just to stay by your side and serve you." She sighed, not demanding anything. Since her husband was dissatisfied with her, she would find someone he liked.
That night, when she brought up the matter of taking a concubine, her husband looked at her in surprise, then frowned at her earnest face, appearing quite disappointed. He then left with the words, "If you choose this path, so be it," and turned away.
What followed proceeded smoothly. Her husband had no parents to care for him, no children to burden him, and after marrying her, his family was wealthy and powerful. She easily obtained information on many women who were willing to marry him. But unexpectedly, after she carefully selected some, her husband merely glanced at them, casually picked one, and tossed it to her, saying, "This is her. Bring her in and send her to the Tingtao Villa." After that, on an auspicious day, the delicate woman who had called her "sister" from that moment on became another woman in the household, a woman she hoped would please her husband. She changed the woman's name; such a rustic name didn't seem appropriate here. The woman timidly looked up at her, sighed, and softly said, "Sister, I understand. From now on, I will be called Chu Chu." Chu Chu and her husband weren't truly in love; all they had was a hefty dowry. But she believed Chu Chu could satisfy her husband. People say a concubine is worse than a wife, and for her, the only remaining task as a wife was to continue the family line.
On Chu Chu's first night, to her surprise, her husband came to her bedroom first. He looked at her with a thoughtful expression and slowly said, "Ya Xian, do you really not know what I want?" Her heart skipped a beat. His burning gaze made her chest swell, and a surge of fearful heat began to gather in her lower abdomen. The image of Xiao Lan's tender, submissive pleasure that night suddenly flashed into her mind. She forced herself to calm down and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Husband, today is your wedding day. Don't miss the auspicious time." The heat in her husband's eyes gradually cooled. He smiled faintly, "Alright, I'm going. You should rest early and not ruin our family's reputation." She paused, not fully understanding her husband's meaning, because the bitterness in her heart was almost unbearable, and words she shouldn't have uttered were about to spill from her lips.
After that, on days when her husband was away, she would stand up until midnight, unable to fall asleep for a long time. On days when Chu Chu was more sensible, she would still serve her husband to sleep as before, but in his routine actions, she no longer felt it was her due. A sense of disappointment and a hidden expectation filled her with inexplicable fear.
Until tonight.
She gazed out the window, no longer speaking to the maid behind her. Xiao Lan tactfully withdrew. On the other side of the courtyard was the Tingtao Villa. What her husband and Chu Chu were doing inside was not hard to guess. In the early days of their marriage, her husband had never left her beautiful body every night. Now, the one he cherished and loved was someone else.
Perhaps, she was truly wrong? Was being virtuous and dignified not what her husband wanted?
Even with the three obediences and four virtues, it was difficult to avoid sleepless nights. Was this the fate of all wives? She suppressed her sorrow and prepared to rest. Suddenly, a night breeze seemed to blow through the distant courtyard, and the small gate of Tingtao Villa slowly opened, as if a figure had flashed inside. In that fleeting glance, the person looked remarkably like her husband.
She stopped and stared intently, but could see no one; the gate was indeed open. She thought for a moment, unable to sleep, then pulled her clothes tighter and stepped lightly into the courtyard. Servants usually bolted the gate; today was strange. Had she imagined it? Why would her husband still be in the courtyard at this hour? She entered, looking
around. This was a separate courtyard from the main residence, previously just a guest room. Now that the master had moved in, presumably the gate wouldn't need to be bolted anymore.
Looking into the distance, the simple master bedroom was still lit by candlelight. Could it really have been her husband? She stared blankly at the candlelit windowpane, a sudden blush rising to her face. What were her husband and Chu Chu doing right now…? As if possessed, she inching closer to the only source of light in the courtyard. As she drew nearer, a soft, panting moan, making her face flush, clearly reached her ears: “Husband… Husband, be gentle… I… um… I can’t take it… um…” She frowned; a woman like her would never utter such sweet, seductive sounds. There
was no reply from her husband inside. She moved closer, and could clearly hear the sounds of skin rubbing against skin. The rapid, rhythmic slapping told her outside the window the passionate intrusion the woman inside was experiencing.
Had she really seen wrong?
The room was warm in spring, and the window wasn't completely closed. A small but sufficiently large gap was visible through the slightly upturned window frame. She wanted to go back to her room, but her embroidered shoes refused to move an inch. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands, as if guided by their own will, rested on the windowsill. Her beautiful eyes slowly peered through the crack in the window.
The simply furnished room contained no ornate items. Besides a table and three chairs, there was only a bronze dressing table and a large sandalwood bed. Chu Chu's clothes were neatly folded on the dressing table, but only her outer garment and long skirt were present. Several men's clothes hung haphazardly at the corners of the bronze dressing table, and her undergarments were even spread on the floor. The most striking item on the floor beside the bed was a woman's most intimate emerald green bodice.
The thin sheet of cloth that should have enveloped her soft, fragrant body now lay forlornly on the floor, accompanied by a pale pink undergarment torn with a long rip. The sight was horrifying to her, watching from outside the window. Her usually gentle husband had become so cruel… “Husband… oh, please slow down… my soul… is about to leave me…” “Leave… isn’t it better if it leaves?” The man’s voice was laced with heavy breathing and pleasurable pleasure. “Leave is true comfort.” The familiar voice finally drew her gaze, which she had been deliberately avoiding, to the bed. The brocade quilt was already disheveled and piled high by a pair of small, white feet. At this moment, those jade-like feet were crossed and rested on the piled-up quilt, appearing even whiter against the bright red mandarin duck pattern. Her slender toes curled tightly towards the soles of her feet, creating beautiful ripples.
Her long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around the man’s firm buttocks, trembling incessantly, expressing her pleasure. Her firm, elastic thighs were tightly wrapped around the man's powerful waist. Near her high, round buttocks, her smooth, satin-like skin twitched with a peculiar rhythm. Even a naive person could tell where each twitch came from.
Her slender waist, seemingly weak and delicate, rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Each thrust caused her flat stomach to bulge high, as if the pleasure was almost unbearable. A soft, red pillow now rested beneath her alluring buttocks, while her head, which should have been on it, lay scattered in her flowing hair, swaying from side to side with the man's vigorous movements.
Her beautiful face was filled with an expression that was hard to describe as either pain or pleasure. Her phoenix eyes were narrowed to slits, faintly glistening with tears. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, forming an expression that drove men wild. Her small mouth would occasionally lick her dry cherry lips with her fragrant tongue, and when it withdrew, a series of moans that made one blush and their heart race would escape.
That wasn't her husband, no… she cried weakly in her heart, but whose profile could that be? The face that was bent over, rubbing against one of her breasts, was slightly blurred in the dim candlelight, but who else could be in Chu Chu's room at this moment?
Was this how her husband wanted Chu Chu to be? Is this kind of behavior—undisguised pleasure, utter disregard for her husband's health, almost bordering on shamelessness—what her husband needs?
"Husband...this servant...this servant is going to heaven...let...let this servant...go..." The voice, seemingly squeezed from the depths of her soul, expressed a thrilling pleasure, but at the last moment it was tinged with deep disappointment. The man withdrew his erect member at that moment, and with an ambiguous smile, sat back on the crumpled brocade quilt, picked up a delicate jade foot, brought it to his lips, and gently licked each toe, playing with it with great affection.
Outside the window, she instinctively felt a strange warmth emanating from her embroidered shoes. In her daze, she even felt as if her husband was holding her own feet. Once, her husband had also loved and cherished her bound feet in the same way… “Husband…” Her other free little foot rubbed restlessly on the bedding, and her jade legs began to cross and rub against each other, trying to convey her emptiness. “Don’t tease me, I… I can’t take it anymore…” Her heart trembled. How could he… how could he say such things like that? Didn’t he feel ashamed?
The man released her jade-like foot, smiling as he pulled Chu Chu up, drawing her into his arms. He first gave her a deep kiss, until his lips were filled with sweet saliva, then he released her with a smile, saying, "You're no longer good, but I'm still very good, what should I do?" She remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, her husband used to say playful things in bed, but she didn't know when it started, she rarely saw him smile anymore. She stared blankly at her husband's smile, so different from usual, and something seemed to gradually blossom in her heart. But she was also very curious, what did her husband mean by his words?
Her beautiful eyes widened, Chu Chu gave the man a coquettish glance, then slowly lowered her head, brushed her hair to one side, first spitting a little sweet saliva into her palm, then reaching out her tender white hand to grasp the man's penis, which she dared not even look at directly from outside the window, and began to stroke it up and down, back and forth.
The man wore a comfortable expression, leaning back against the foot of the bed, his hand caressing and enjoying Chu Chu's breasts, which, though not usually noticeably firm, appeared high and rounded after her clothes were removed.
Moments later, something even more surprising happened. She bit several fingers tightly to suppress a cry.
The man gently patted the back of Chu Chu's head with his other hand. Chu Chu fiddled with her hair, frowning slightly in a coquettish yet reproachful manner, then extended her delicate tongue and lowered her head to carefully lick the penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Her tongue entwined around the purplish-red glans, taking every last drop into her mouth.
Then she lowered her tongue, pressing it against the thick tip, letting some clear saliva moisten the cleaned penis. Then, her cherry lips parted slightly, and like a baby suckling, she took the thickest tip into her mouth, slowly incorporating it. Her cheeks swelled and shrank, until finally, she had taken most of the penis into her mouth.
She watched this scene in astonishment, vaguely remembering that her husband had once asked her to do something similar. How had she reacted then? Displeasure? Refusal? Disgust? She couldn't recall, but she knew it wasn't like that, definitely not what Chu Chu was doing now.
The man seemed very satisfied. "Hmm, very good, you learn quickly." As he spoke, he quickened his movements, pinching and kneading the bright red bud at the top of her snow-white breasts with two fingers.
Chu Chu, with the man's penis in her mouth, was being moved up and down, letting out a few muffled moans. The blush on her fair skin deepened, one small hand supporting the man's large member, while the other hand couldn't help but reach for the already completely wet softness between her legs.
The intense heat radiating from her body made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. A burning sensation in her lower abdomen seemed to be calling out for something. Her cool hand instinctively slipped inside her bra, the slight relief on her chest offering some respite from the discomfort below. But when the bra somehow slipped down, and her firm nipples began to rub against the cool fabric, a deeper desire within her transformed into a warm, moist current, slowly seeping from between her legs. "
No," she murmured weakly to herself, her hand sliding down her abdomen and into her skirt, uncontrollably exploring the slowly opening secret palace. Her entire palm covered the oozing, sticky opening, naively hoping to stop this terrifying change. But the heat of her palm, constantly assaulting the most delicate labia, made her legs weak, almost causing her to collapse to the ground.
She gripped the windowsill with one hand, oblivious to her actions, oblivious to the fact that her fingers were teasing and manipulating her sensitive clitoris as if guided by her own will. She only wanted to savor this soft, tingling sensation that she had previously found terrifying. Even though her legs were almost giving way, she couldn't bear to look away from the pair of beautiful eyes pressed against the window crack.
Chu Chu's fingers had already parted her labia, her slender middle finger repeatedly thrusting and probing into the tight, fleshy opening inside. Each thrust brought forth glistening fluid that flowed down her legs. Her other hand tightly encircled the man's penis, sucking it forcefully as if it were a delicacy she had never seen before. Her lips were glistening with a mixture of saliva and some other fluid. Her phoenix eyes, with a pleading expression, looked up at the man, who was half-asleep and immersed in pleasure.
The man smiled, lifting Chu Chu's delicate chin. Glistening threads of silk dangled from her cherry lips, making her appear alluring and seductive. "Get up, lie down properly." Chu Chu obediently struggled to her feet, her body glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, her slightly flushed skin looking incredibly tender and captivating. She panted softly as she slipped on her bright red embroidered shoes, her face flushed with a mixture of desire and shyness as she stood up. Swaying gently by her slender waist, she quickly walked to the round table in the center of the room, hastily placing her upper body on it, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, swaying gently.
Chu Chu turned to look at the man behind her, letting out a low moan that could tempt any man to commit a crime—a moan that seemed to urge, an invitation, a mixture of extreme pleasure and unbearable loneliness. The man behind her watched with satisfaction as Chu Chu assumed a completely submissive position, his erection throbbing proudly. He strode over and stood behind her. Chu Chu naturally parted her legs, allowing the man to enter between them.
Outside the window, she could barely hear her own rapid breathing; her senses were reduced to her eyes and hands, and the waves of desire that surged through her lower body were still dutifully fulfilling their function. Her eyes flickered as her husband lifted Chu Chu's legs and clamped them between his waists. Her red embroidered shoes were thrown to the ground, and her bare feet began to sway up and down with each thrust.
Chu Chu, already on the verge of collapse, slumped limply on the table, her full breasts pressed against it, flattened and squeezing out mounds of white flesh. Her beautiful cheeks flushed and pressed against the table, as if she no longer had the strength to even turn her head to look back. She could only weakly plead for mercy with each thrust: "Husband... have mercy on me... I really can't take it anymore... no... there... there... ugh..." Her soft moans abruptly stopped, and Chu Chu's whole body tensed up. Her pearly teeth bit down on her cherry lips, as if something was about to burst out of her body. On her beautiful face, her expression seemed to be both extremely painful and extremely pleasurable. Her slender phoenix eyes narrowed into slits, her long, pink neck arched back as far as she could, and her shapely legs straightened backward. Her soft body seemed to suddenly transform into a taut bow.
She held on for a moment, then her naked body suddenly relaxed completely. If it weren't for the man's hands firmly supporting her slender waist, she would have slid off the table.
"Mmm... Husband... so... so beautiful..." Chu Chu's voice became weak and feeble, her long moans filled with satisfaction. Her half-open phoenix eyes became listless and dazed, a trickle of saliva sliding down her half-open lips, forming a glistening line. Her long, jade-like legs hung limply at the man's sides, motionless, only the small patch of pink skin near her buttocks twitching slightly.
The man smiled happily, his hands gently caressing her buttocks, moist and smooth with fragrant sweat. Powerfully, his waist swayed slowly, and the dragon, dormant for a moment, began to thrust and rub again in her completely conquered paradise.
"Husband...husband, I can't take it anymore...if it weren't for...wanting me to die of pleasure..." Chu Chu said, her breath coming in short gasps, her waist twisting slightly, as if struggling against unbearable pain, yet more like an irrepressible urge.
"You're right, I'm going to make you die of pleasure today." The man said, his lower body beginning to thrust more intensely, likely at the crucial moment of his ejaculation.
"Ah...uh...husband...don't...slower...I...I..." Chu Chu's mouth gaped open, but she could no longer utter a complete sentence, her body limp on the table, letting the man behind her attack her most tender secret place like a storm.
"Mmm... Chuchu, my good Chuchu..." The man pressed down on Chuchu's back, their naked bodies almost completely pressed together, their lower bodies joined tightly without a single gap. From Chuchu's rhythmic, short moans, it was clear that the man had ejaculated all his life essence into the beautiful woman beneath him.
"...Husband...this servant...this servant..." Chuchu gasped, murmuring as if she had forgotten what she wanted to say, as if no words could describe the feelings in her heart.
The man lay on Chuchu's back, the two nestled together, until everything gradually calmed down, before separating their tightly pressed bodies.
Outside the window, she was too weak to stand, her body aching all over, causing her to slump down by the window. The sounds from inside the room reached her ears without missing a beat, whether it was the powerful breathing or the delicate moans, all of which made her consciousness drift further and further away. Then came a soft voice from inside the room, "Husband, please allow me to rest. I still have to pay my respects to my sister tomorrow. If I'm late, I won't be able to explain myself." The word "sister" struck her like a thunderbolt. Her mind suddenly cleared, and she felt her cheeks burning. Yet, her hands were still adding fuel to the fire, caressing and kneading the softness of her breasts and the tenderness between her legs. She hurriedly withdrew her hands, suppressed her breath for a moment, quickly straightened her clothes, and like a child who had done something wrong, touched her burning cheeks and walked back.
Her underpants were still soaked, and the chill made her heart pound. She dared not think any further and hurried towards her own private space.
Even as she approached her room, she still felt an uncontrollable heat between her legs. Her mind in turmoil, she didn't even notice that her room had become much darker than when she left.
She almost stumbled into her room and went straight to her bed without thinking, afraid that the weakness in her legs would expose her embarrassing state.
Upon entering the room, she found the dim, yellowish light to be both ambiguous and strange. A faint, intoxicating fragrance filled the air. She paused to sniff, but this pause triggered a surge of suppressed, almost overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body, sending shivers down her spine and leaving her weak. She slumped onto a stool, leaning against the round table beside her.
Suddenly, a deep, melodious, and strangely alluring male voice came from behind the screen, "It sounds like Madam isn't feeling well." She trembled as if struck by lightning, her entire body instantly covered in cold sweat. Who was it?
"...Wh...who...who is it?! What do they want?!" she cried out in alarm. Her preference for quiet and aversion to noise meant that the nearest servants were hundreds of feet away. As a frail woman, even shouting would be futile.
"Madam, you are intelligent and perceptive; how could you not know what I'm about to do? But since I'm going to do it, I naturally won't let you know my name. Call me whatever you like; with your wisdom, you'll know what to call me when the time comes." With a gentle and refined tone, a tall, muscular man slowly emerged from behind the screen. His face was handsome and dashing, yet it carried a wicked smile—a smile enough to make a young girl's heart race and her legs go weak. More importantly, he was completely naked, his muscular physique glistening with sweat. Below his lean, powerful abdomen, a limp, snake-like penis hung between his legs from his unkempt black hair, faintly tinged with reddish blood, and the sticky fluid clinging to it hadn't dried yet, indicating he had just experienced a "battle."
"Help...help...help me!" she screamed, trying to run towards the door, but her legs were too weak to support her.
The man smiled and flicked his finger, a gust of wind brushing past her delicate cheek. The slightly ajar door slammed shut as if pushed shut by a forceful hand. She stared wide-eyed at the smiling man, tears streaming down her face without her noticing.
The man continued his unhurried pace, slowly sitting down opposite her, continuing, "I didn't want Madam to see me in this unsightly state, but Madam's beauty is unparalleled. I prepared for a long time before deciding to act, so naturally I needed to vent my pent-up rage first. If I lost control and hurt Madam, it would be a sin. Although I feel somewhat sorry for that maid, she's just a common woman, I'm sure Madam won't mind. Is that right?" His voice carried a strange allure, as if it could arouse one's most primal desires and entice one to unconsciously agree with everything he said.
"You... what did you do to Xiaolan?" she asked, her voice trembling as she mustered her courage.
The man's eyes roamed brazenly over her body, as if a pair of hands were truly exploring it. His mere gaze rekindled the desire that had just been suppressed by his presence. She slowly made up her mind, asking a question while simultaneously reaching up to touch her neck.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing the candlelight to flicker slightly. Her raised hand was immediately seized by a strong, large hand, the rough knuckles stinging her delicate wrist. A seductive voice sighed in her ear, "Madam is indeed cunning. Knowing my character, I certainly don't want to make a fuss over a dead person, but how can I bear to let such a beautiful woman perish?" His hot breath brushed against the back of her earlobe, making her dizzy and disoriented. Her hand was utterly powerless, and the ethereal fragrance seemed to permeate her entire body, intensifying her unbearable tingling.
The man pulled the sharp jade hairpin from her hair and threw it far away by the door. He lowered his head again, as if to nibble at her delicate neck, and murmured, "This kind of jewelry, which could lead to disaster at any moment, is better off without." Her cloud-like black hair was draped over her shoulders, and the sight of it being seen by anyone other than her husband made her tremble with shame. Suddenly, she felt something wet and hot pressing against her sensitive skin on her back. She didn't need to turn around to know that the man's penis was now swollen and hard, ready to shatter her chastity, penetrate her softness, and pierce her soul.
She couldn't help but weakly beg for mercy, even though she knew the man would never let her go: "Please, let me go. I... I can give you a lot of money. I promise you my reputation. I can give you anything except myself. Just please let me go, don't touch me..." By the end of her words, she had turned into a girlish sob, and desperate tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her jade legs, bringing a piercing chill.
"Why is Madam so terrified?" The man suddenly picked her up horizontally, his embroidered shoes flying far away. His hot, throbbing penis lightly touched her buttocks, and even through the thin silk, each touch made her pause.
As the man walked toward the bed behind the screen, he continued, "I've only come to teach you, my lady, what a woman's pleasure is, how you can bring pleasure to a man, and what kind of woman a man truly desires. A woman of your beauty, yet you don't know how to use it, how to please your husband—isn't that a tragedy?" She pounded on the man's chest, but her weak hands seemed more like a plea for mercy. She cried out,
"No…let me go…I don't want to…" She paused for a moment only after hearing the man's last words, but immediately began to struggle again.
Behind the screen, what she saw completely stunned her. The floor was littered with scattered scraps of cloth, roughly recognizable as various women's garments. A pair of small, delicate feet trembled among the scraps, and two purplish-red bruises were clearly visible on her rounded ankles. Her long, slender calves and strong thighs, once smooth and youthful, were now covered with bluish-purple hickeys and teeth marks.
At the base of her legs, around the secret cave of her peach blossoms, the pubic hair that should have been scattered was completely gone. Only the swollen, raised skin was covered with fine, dried blood droplets. The two delicate labia, unable to properly guard the entrance, hung limply to one side, and the tight little opening inside was now slightly ajar, about the size of a fingertip. The pink flesh inside was faintly visible, engorged and taut, constantly oozing clear, lustful fluid.
There was no trace of semen at the front, but a thick, white, viscous fluid seeped from under her sitting buttocks. On either side of her flat abdomen were two shocking handprints, as if they had been pinched. Above, her once pert and fair breasts were even more appalling. The pink areolas beneath her red buds were now dark red and purplish-red because of a tooth mark, and the smooth, fragrant flesh was covered with various bruises, as if she had suffered some kind of abuse.
Xiao Lan sat naked on the cold floor beside the bed, her expression as if she had entered a distant time and space, yet her slightly parted lips and hazy almond eyes seemed to hold an unbearable pleasure. Watching her mistress being carried in by a naked man, she showed no reaction; she was like a dead person… “X-Xiao Lan!…No, someone save me…save me…” Only when the man's hands placed her on the bed did she suddenly awaken, screaming and shrinking into the corner of the bed, her large eyes staring at the man in fear, her hands clutching the sheet to her chest, crying and trembling like a frightened deer.
She watched as the man gave a strange smile, then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She kicked out in terror, but the man easily caught her foot in his large hands, gently stroking it and occasionally tickling her delicate, sensitive soles and between her toes, bringing waves of tingling pleasure straight to her heart.
The man gently kissed her slender toes, his seductive voice slowly saying, "Why be so frightened, Madam? With your noble frame, if I were to harm you in the slightest, wouldn't I be courting death? I'm just here to teach you how many women's pleasures you've missed." As he spoke, his actions didn't stop.
She felt a sudden dizziness, and the man's broad chest enveloped her small frame. His strong hands swiftly flung aside the sheets she was holding, grabbing her skirt by the waist. She didn't know what technique he used, but before she could react, she felt a chill on her legs. Her outer skirt and underpants seemed to be torn in two as if made of paper, her shapely, long legs exposed to the man's burning gaze.
"Stop...stop..." she desperately kicked her legs, her hands tightly protecting her most intimate parts, struggling in vain.
But as if the man anticipated her next move, he swayed, and her legs kicked against his waist, creating a lewd position where she was wrapped around his waist. The heat from his waist spread through her skin, intensifying the heat that had subsided throughout her body.
She felt the fragrance growing stronger, and her hands, which had been protecting her lower body, felt a strange urge to reach into the soft flesh they should be protecting, to relieve the emptiness caused by the sudden surge of heat.
"Does my lady truly wish for me to stop?" the man's seductive voice whispered in her ear, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. His large hands slowly moved upwards from her ankles, magically igniting a fire wherever they touched, driving her to distraction.
The hand moved slowly but relentlessly. She felt a wave of pleasure, making her tremble, creep up from her ankles to her groin. Her hands, which had been tightly covering her private parts, couldn't resist the relieving, itchy sensation and opened to her sides like a welcoming guest.
She gripped the sheets tightly, her pleas for mercy growing fainter. The fire burning in her heart seemed to require this man to extinguish; if she refused, she felt she would be burned alive.
"Facing your own desires isn't difficult..." the man murmured in her ear.
She couldn't answer, only gasping softly. The unfamiliar, terrifying flow of desire could no longer be suppressed, gushing out along the only passage between her legs. She could even feel the man's hand, which had just caressed her inner thighs, now sticky and slippery. A wave of intense shame washed over her, tears welling in her eyes. But her near-madness prevented her from uttering any rational words. She could only moan as the man continued,
"My lady, look at the overflowing nectar. This is proof of your pleasure. Why won't you admit it?
Men like to make their women happy, and your husband is no exception..." "I...my husband..." She thought of her husband's face. Was what she was deliberately avoiding what her husband wanted? Thinking of her husband, she instinctively reached out to push the man away, but her soft, smooth hands lost all strength when they touched his hot, strong chest. Instead, she couldn't help but caress his firm muscles.
"Madam, do you really think that in bed, a man needs a dignified, polite, and well-mannered woman?" The man breathed heavily, raising his hand to cup her soft breasts, slowly kneading them. "You don't know that you are more alluring than ever before, more satisfying to men than ever before." The sensation of her breasts being rubbed made her moan softly in pleasure. The heat ignited by the fragrance seemed to find an outlet, gradually gathering in her increasingly firm nipples, making them even more swollen and erect. The hard tips gently caressed against the man's palm, making her purr like a kitten being stroked. The naked desire in the man's eyes even made her feel a surge of pride. If she were like this, would her husband look at her with the same eyes?
But this man was just a stranger, just a lewd womanizer!
Her remaining rationality warned her, and her husband's love continued to surge up. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
The man seemed to understand her intention. One hand remained on her breast, while the other swiftly returned to between her thighs, which she was about to clench, gently covering the sparse hair.
"No... I can't... I can't be like this... so lewd..." she cried, closing her beautiful eyes in shame.
His strong thumb pressed firmly against the firm nipple of her right breast, rubbing and circling it, while his other four fingers held her left breast, his outstretched hand squeezing both breasts together tightly. His nimble fingers sometimes pinched the bright red tip, sometimes gently caressed the soft white flesh. Her
weak legs couldn't stop the powerful hand from below. Her thighs, which she had tried to clench, pressed against the man's thighs. The rough hair rubbed against her delicate skin, causing an unbearable tingling and itching sensation, making her paradise twitch involuntarily. The hand that had entered her forbidden zone didn't rush to caress her, until it found the pearl inside her vulva. Then, it applied a little slippery substance to its fingertips, pressing and rotating the gradually hardening pearl.
The waves of pleasure surging through her hot, delicate body almost melted her into a pool of spring water. She couldn't utter a single word of self-reproach, no longer able to utter anything like "lewd" or "vulgar." Only a faint cry remained in her heart: "Husband, save me, I can't take it anymore, this man… he's so terrifying.
" "Does my wife wish to win back her husband's heart?" Just as she was lost in passion, the man suddenly uttered these startling words.
She slightly opened her dazed, starry eyes, filled with confusion. Why, at this moment when she was about to lose her virginity, did the man keep uttering words that would only make her more ashamed?
"It's just that you're not open-minded, Madam," the man continued his actions, but deliberately slowed them down to help her regain some of her senses. "Now, Madam's snow-white skin is flushed with passion, her beautiful face is already blooming with spring, and her jade thighs are overflowing with spring water. It's clear that Madam has already experienced the pleasures of womanhood, but why won't she open her heart and enjoy them? This way of enduring not only harms your precious body but also frustrates men." As the man spoke, he suddenly took her earlobe into his mouth, his masculine body pressed against her soft, flower-like body. While licking her earlobe, he said intermittently, "Madam... show your pleasure... that's not difficult. Follow your most primal desires and let men know... the pleasure they bring you... that's not difficult... try it..." "I..." The pleasure throughout her body made her consciousness somewhat blurred. Her deliberately suppressed heart slowly opened up, all because of one thought: could it be that her past reserve had caused her husband to grow increasingly distant?
"I...I don't know, I don't know what to do...I'm so hot...I feel so uncomfortable...Please...let go...help me...help me..." "Follow your feelings, don't think about anything." The man's voice became gentle and soothing. His hand between her thighs suddenly released the already wet and sticky clitoris, and he stretched out two fingers to start circling the rapidly expanding and contracting flesh. As more and more fragrant and tender fluid began to gush out, the two fingers came together and suddenly pierced into the flesh.
She was struck as if by lightning, her whole body stiffened, her pert buttocks tensed tightly, and the fingers in her lower body explored and wriggled like snakes, as if searching for something in her honey-filled flower garden. The fingers finally stopped at one place, and then, as if reaching their destination, began to move on that slightly thicker tender flesh.
This action felt like a direct blow to her heart, making her tense body go limp. With each movement of his fingers, her beautiful body writhed like a snake, and her low moans, which had been suppressed, rose uncontrollably to a high pitch:
"No...don't...I...I'll...ahhh...I'll die...uhh...not there...please...ahhh...die...I'll die..." A sweet torrent of pleasure surged through her mind, leaving it blank. She felt as if her hands were tightly gripping something, yet nothing at all; her legs were kicking, yet nothing seemed to be hitting; she was shouting something, but she couldn't hear herself. The only sensation left in her body was the tender flesh being caressed and teased; her body felt as if it were floating towards the heavens.
Just as her whole body trembled, her satin-like skin flushed red, her waist arched higher and higher, and her toes tightened more and more, the man suddenly withdrew his fingers.
"No...no..." she cried out involuntarily, arching her hips forward, chasing after the man's withdrawn fingers.
"Madam, how can a wife only care about her own pleasure?" That bewitching voice rang in her ears again, the hand caressing her breasts still moving slowly and deliberately, leaving the climax that was about to reach its peak hanging in the balance. She even felt the pleasure within her body about to burst through her taut skin, tearing her whole body apart.
"Please...I...I can't...Husband...save me..." She was on the verge of madness, desperately hoping that the man in front of her, whose figure was almost identical to her husband's, was indeed him. Then she could at least be somewhat comforted to accept that her shameful state had not been exposed to outsiders, but was presented to her beloved husband.
As if her thoughts had been read, the man rubbed his throat, leaned close to her ear, and gently pinched her small earlobe with each lip movement, uttering a voice identical to her husband's: "Xianya, aren't I your husband? Don't you even recognize your own husband?" She twisted her fair legs, the emptiness between them becoming more intense than the fragrance in the room, but a sliver of reason still made her struggle to say, "You... aren't... my husband... wouldn't do this... he... wouldn't... wouldn't bully me... never..." "Bully? Yaxian, is this the kind of bullying you mean?" A gentle voice softly called her by her maiden name in her ear, while a warm caress simultaneously touched the most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. The man chuckled mockingly, "Don't you want this kind of bullying?" The sweet sensation made her heart leap into her throat, and she murmured as if in a dream, "...Want...No...I can't..." "Why not?...You can treat me as your husband...I'll teach you how to make me happy, and then...from now on, you'll be a real...wife who satisfies men...and your husband...will love you even more..." With each passage, a warm, wet sensation spread across her chest, as if a tongue was slowly licking it. Then, a perky bud was released by fingers, and before she could even feel the loss of comfort, it was taken into a burning mouth that seemed to melt her.
As his tongue teased her, she could only moan in broken sentences, "I... ah... ah... I don't know... husband... um... husband..." Her nipples were suddenly released, a cool sensation spreading across her saliva-covered chest. Her husband's voice whispered in her ear again, "Do as I say... I'll teach you, and then, I'll show you how sweet the pleasure of two people can be..." A pressure came from behind her, pressing her upper body down, forcing her to crawl beside the man's strong thighs. The thick muscles against her cheek twitched occasionally, making her vaguely feel as if she were back in the blissful days of her honeymoon, napping beside her husband's legs. That one and only instance of indiscretion was now recalled, thankfully her cheeks no longer flushed red.
The man gently pushed her cheeks until his cherry lips almost kissed his engorged penis. She trembled slightly, and some blurry images from not long ago flashed through her mind.
"Suck it in, be careful not to touch your teeth."
A gentle command came from above, and the hand pressing behind her head forced her lips tightly against the purplish-red glans. A slightly fishy smell made her frown slightly. Although she didn't understand how this would make the man feel good, she still slightly opened her mouth and took the tip of the glans into her mouth. Then she raised her big, watery eyes and looked up at the man's firm chin, feeling helpless.
"Take it all in. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen. Come on. Do as I say." Her husband's voice was like a spell, making her mind go blank. She tried to open her mouth wide, letting the thick penis slide into her mouth inch by inch. Her cheeks contracted rhythmically according to his instructions, and her tongue obediently wrapped around the penis, awkwardly licking it as her cherry lips moved up and down.
The man's comfortable groans came from above. "Yes... very good, you can go faster." She quickened the up-and-down motion of her head, and the saliva in her mouth flowed down the edge of the penis, making her lips wet. She held it deep inside, almost to the point of choking, making her gasp for breath. Did her husband like this? She wondered vaguely, as if the enormous thing in her mouth belonged to her husband. She lowered her small chin as much as she could, almost fawningly licking and sucking, letting out comfortable moans through her nose that made the man weak in the knees.
The man must have been very happy. She felt his large hands intensify their kneading of one breast while sliding down to the crevice between her firm, full buttocks. His fingers once again squeezed into her empty paradise, and warm, lustful juices quickly overflowed. The tender flesh gripped the invading fingers tightly, writhing and rubbing as if it had a life of its own.
The rapid, rhythmic movements propelled her already heightened passion to its peak. As if wanting the man to know her pleasure, she passionately spat out his penis, licked it a couple of times, then took it deep into her mouth. Her disheveled hair and overflowing saliva no longer seemed shameful to her; instead, only in this ecstatic state could she feel her inner joy truly expressed.
Suddenly, a wet sensation came from her tightly closed anus. She felt a finger, saturated with her juices, force open the closed gate and pierce the unexpected passage. With his penis in her mouth, she let out a confused moan, her pinkish-white buttocks swaying uncomfortably from side to side, trying to escape his finger. But the finger was far more agile, and with each twist, it slid in completely.
The fingertip sometimes gently bent and teased, sometimes thrusting and probing, quickly extinguishing the strength of her struggling buttocks. A strange stimulation began to rise slowly within her; she even felt that one finger wasn't enough. The man's fingers played with her for a while, then suddenly curved deep into her buttocks, and a strong sensation surged up as his fingertips pressed against the tender flesh.
Pleasure began to surge from her entire body, converging between her legs. Her supple body gradually stiffened and tensed, her small mouth could no longer contain the penis. Her cheek rested on the man's thigh, and a groan escaped her slightly parted cherry lips. The indescribable, wondrous feeling made her feel light as if she were about to fly.
"Ahhhhh...this...what...ahhhhh...no...uhhhh..." The moan suddenly became high-pitched, then turned into a thin, nasal sound. She recognized the sound, but she had just realized how powerful the pleasure it represented was, making it impossible for her to control her mouth.
It felt as if some liquid was spraying out from her tight, burning passage. It wasn't urine or feces, but she didn't want to think about what it was. The wet feeling on her thighs gave her immense pleasure, as if something she had longed for had finally happened.
Still lost in the afterglow, she suddenly felt her thighs, which she had been using as a pillow, lift up, her slender waist being lifted by strong hands, and her petite body being pulled into a broad, hot chest. She drowsily opened her eyes slightly, and then felt something hot and thick engulfing her soft, moist lower body.
Something flashed through her mind, and she weakly uttered a moan: "No...I want...I want my husband..." "I am your husband, Ya Xian, tonight, I am your husband..." It was the same voice as her husband, the same face. In the dim light, she was overwhelmed with guilt towards her husband.
The man's hands slowly lowered, the purplish-red glans parting the tightly closed flesh, its thick shaft squeezing into the narrow opening, relentlessly pushing in until the very tip touched the most sensitive and delicate core of her body.
She let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her husband entered her in the same way as before, but the change in her state of mind brought a strange, unfamiliar sensation. The lingering afterglow made her inner tenderness incredibly sensitive; even the mere insertion caused her whole body to tremble slightly. The fullness and heat made her suddenly realize how regrettable and repressed she had been in the past.
Knowing she could no longer muster any strength, the man considerately lifted her buttocks, slowly withdrawing his penis before abruptly releasing it, allowing her to quickly sit down. She tightly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on his shoulder, obediently relaxing all her muscles, no longer suppressing the throbbing in her heart. With each deep penetration, she moaned ecstatically.
"Husband…so beautiful…I…feel so good…I…I’m…sorry…" Tears welled in her eyes, but she couldn't tell if they were from sorrow or pleasure.
The man stopped moving, his large hand gently stroking her sweaty, snowy back, and softly said, "Remember today's pleasure... Your husband will love you even more." The slightly throbbing but no longer thrusting penis made her feel uncomfortable all over. She shifted her hips restlessly, letting the penis rub against the unbearably itchy walls of her vagina, while moaning softly, "Husband... mmm... husband... husband..." As if she could no longer endure it, she felt a strong force supporting her waist, and she fell backward with the force. His tall, handsome body maintained its connection with her, retaining possession of her body, gently covering hers.
She naturally bent her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist, impatiently reaching her slender heels for his back. She refused to think about the man's identity anymore; whether it was the feeling in her body or the consciousness in her mind, she tried to believe that this was her husband, at least for now.
While nibbling at her delicate neck, he molded her tender breasts like dough under his palms. With each movement, she was aroused, her heart throbbing with a tingling, itchy sensation as his penis pressed tightly against her. She involuntarily swayed her slender waist, the gentle friction easing her intense desire.
"Mmm...mmm...husband...don't...don't tease me anymore, I know I was wrong...I'll know what to do from now on...mmm..." she pleaded.
The man gently thrust his hips, and her lower body tightened, then filled. A gentle rhythm began, but the excited, engorged flesh didn't feel any relief from the slow thrusts; it was as if an invisible hand had lifted her heart into the air, making it feel even higher.
A woman's intuition told her deepest desires: seduce, seduce the man's desire for the pleasure you crave, exploit your pride… She naturally stretched her perfect body, deepening and intensifying the fiery connection between them. Her disheveled hair framed her flushed cheeks, her long, slender, white index finger rested on her full, red lower lip, her pink tongue lightly licking the tip. Her eyes were hazy, as if slightly intoxicated, yet her gaze towards the man revealed a clear longing. No
man could resist such a look from a beautiful woman beneath him; it was a gaze that could drive even a saint mad, a gaze that could only appear in the triumph of a woman's primal desire over traditional reason.
The man raised his head, gazing into her eyes, then his gaze swept over her delicate, naked body, like a ripe, tempting fruit waiting to be plucked. With a low growl, he released his long-suppressed desires.
And so, she finally experienced the pleasure of yielding to her desires once more.
The man propped himself up, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders, revealing her delicate flower to his predator. Her soft buttocks were held tightly, her full hips slightly lifted by his strong hands, and the pillow scattered nearby was quickly tucked under her. Even this brief moment of emptiness from the change in position caused her to let out a sweet, nasal moan, a sound that was both coquettish and urging.
Why had her desire become so intense, so intense that all the teachings of her mother over the past decade had been thrown to the winds… that fragrance? But she had no time to think about anything else. Her only thought was to expose herself, to expose her true, naked self, to expose her softness, her fragrance, her sweetness, to exchange for a man's pleasure, and the ultimate ecstasy that pleasure brought her… “Ahhh…” A feeling of complete fulfillment, accompanied by intense pleasure, filled her mind. The penis, unable to resist any longer, thrust all the way in, losing all gentleness. Although the hands tightly gripping her buttocks still showed tenderness, the burning, swollen penis of desire had used all its strength, as if to pierce through her tender core.
It should have hurt; the ups and downs of the thrusting made her even clearly feel the outer walls of her tender vulva constantly turning in and out. But there was only pleasure, only intense pleasure that made her moan continuously, making her utter words she herself didn't believe she would say. Her tender, naked body, like a spring bud, trembled and swayed with pleasure during the thrusting.
Amidst waves of pleasure, she discovered something new: when she contracted herself to suppress the urge to urinate, the man's heavy breathing became deep and comforting. As if to please her, she contracted her muscles with each thrust that seemed to reach her heart.
"Ya Xian… Ya Xian…" the man's voice rose higher.
The sound of his voice matching her husband's made her respond involuntarily, "Husband… mmm… husband… don't leave me… ahh… husband…" The sweet thrusts in her lower body grew faster and more intense, each one causing her soft clitoris to cave inward, almost bursting open another mysterious gate at the end of her vaginal opening. Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred with the increasing speed of the penis. Friction, thrusting, churning, kneading—in the soft embrace, the hot penis ravaged freely, gradually swelling to its limit, and the man's movements reached their fastest.
"I...I...my...husband...ahhhhh..." She tried to shout something, but the moment she opened her mouth, a hysterical moan drowned out all words. She felt as if her soul was about to fly away; the engorged glans made her feel as if her clitoris had been crushed. The intense sensation, far exceeding that of her fingers, made her vision go blank. The last vestige of consciousness only knew to keep contracting, giving the man the pleasure she could offer.
In her contractions, the man could no longer restrain himself. He wanted to embed her body into his arms, holding her tightly, thrusting his hips forward with force, his glans pressing firmly against the deepest, most tender core, and a torrent of hot fluid erupted violently!
"Ugh...ahhh..." she moaned loudly, her jade-like hands gripping the man's back tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The unprecedentedly intense impact deep within her tender orifice finally snapped the taut string of desire within her. In wave after wave of hot current, she trembled, cried, moaned, and writhed, reaching her climax... In a hazy, half-awake state, she seemed to hear her husband's soft whispers, and gentle caresses prolonged the sweet afterglow. But she was utterly exhausted, unwilling to even lift her eyelids. Under the man's caresses, she curled up like a newborn infant, nestled in the quilt, and surrendered herself to sleep. As her breathing gradually calmed, complex tears welled up from beneath her long eyelashes, forming pearl-like drops that flowed down and disappeared.
Until she was completely asleep, the man made no further frivolous moves, only gazing tenderly at her curled-up, naked body, pulling the quilt over her, and smiling with pity. But that familiar smile was no longer there for her.
...
Chu Chu rose languidly, still sleepy, and began to dress before the mirror. She had already expected that she would be alone beside him. Since entering the household, apart from seeing her husband once during the day on the first day, she had only seen him during their intimate moments at night. After the night of passion, only the cold emptiness remained the next morning.
Was this what a concubine was? A tool to relieve desire?
Chu Chu didn't understand. She only felt a sense of fear towards her husband, completely different from the feeling she had when they met on the first day. Chu Chu, who had just experienced the pleasures of the night, was still suffering from backaches and pains for three or four days after being tormented by her husband's eyes, which held a strong sense of wickedness.
How could a person's gaze change so quickly?
Chu Chu put on the last pearl hairpin and got up to pay her respects to her sister. The matriarch of that prominent family was someone she dared not even look directly at, just like her own husband; she could only obey.
"Husband?" Chu Chu looked in surprise at the man emerging from her sister's room. Her husband could actually sleep with two women in one night! But given her sister's refined manners, she shouldn't have let her husband be so exhausted.
Hearing the call, the man turned around with some surprise, then walked over and asked indifferently, "Are you up?" Chu Chu lowered her head, avoiding her husband's sharp gaze. This was the husband she had met on the first day. She hadn't expected him to still be so unfamiliar during the day. She stammered, "I'm up. I was going to pay my respects to my sister." "No need." Her husband waved his hand impatiently. Looking down, she saw that her husband was carrying a strange leather bag and holding a half-burnt incense stick in his other hand. "Ya Xian is a little unwell today, you can go back to your room." She raised her head slightly and nodded gently. Her gaze, slightly raised, fell on her husband's neck. Suddenly, she asked curiously, "Husband, where did the mole on your neck go?" She reached out to touch her husband's neck in surprise, but was coldly pushed away. A voice devoid of warmth rang out: "When did I ever have a mole on my neck?" Chu Chu looked up in surprise. She was certain that the man who came to make love with her every day did indeed have a mole on his neck.
Before she could say anything, her husband's hand, holding the leather bag, suddenly swung at her. She felt a sharp pain between her brows, and her whole body felt lightheaded. The world before her eyes gradually darkened. Before she completely succumbed to darkness, she saw the leather bag fall to the ground, scattering messy, fleshy lumps and things that looked like human hair everywhere. She heard the last words she would ever hear: "A night of marriage is worth a hundred days of kindness. I'm sending you to reunite with him; that's more than enough."... The spacious and comfortable carriage slowly drove out of the city and headed towards the distant suburbs. She sat inside, leaning softly against her husband's lap, her eyes filled with reverence and love. Her husband's gentleness and generosity had pulled her out of the shadow of losing her virginity. Whenever she thought of the loving look in his eyes that day, she was filled with regret for her suicide attempt. How could she leave this world without loving this man with all her heart?
"Husband, is the hot spring at the villa really that good?" She rubbed her cheek against her husband's chest playfully. What happened that night made her realize that she was not a good wife at all, but merely a Guanyin statue. Even if she could bear many children and grandchildren, she would not bring her husband happiness. Perhaps the world's label would eventually be "adulterous wife," but as long as her husband was happy, she didn't care.
"Ya Xian, do you still remember what you promised your husband?" her husband teased, one hand slipping inside her bodice, lingering on his exclusive sweetness.
"Of course I haven't forgotten, as long as my husband doesn't find my service clumsy and inadequate." Bathing together like mandarin ducks, she thought shyly. If her mother were alive, the seven grounds for divorce for lust would be enough to make her regret her unfilial daughter. But, her husband's happiness was enough.
She thoughtfully shifted her body, making it easier for her husband's hands to explore her delicate skin.
A surge of passion welled up within her. She bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and gently placed her delicate hand on her husband's gradually rising groin. She asked softly, "Husband, is it uncomfortable?" Her husband looked at her tenderly and smiled, asking, "If it's uncomfortable, what do you suggest?" As he asked, he lifted his outer robe and pulled down his trousers, revealing his already erect penis.
"Mmm… let me help you…" she said shyly, lifting her long skirt and slightly pulling down her underpants, revealing only her full buttocks and the pink cleft tightly nestled within. Hooking her arms around her husband's neck, she nestled against him and slowly sat down. Her already wet and tight vulva slowly swallowed his hard penis, eliciting a satisfied moan.
Suddenly, as if playing a prank, her husband thrust his penis upwards. She couldn't help but cry out, then blushed and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. The coachman was a grown man, and she naturally knew that her moans would reach his ears. This shameful thought made her lower body even wetter.
She didn't care who would hear; looking into her husband's expectant eyes, she no longer suppressed her moans. Even if the whole world heard, as long as her husband was pleased, she didn't care.
The carriage continued its slow journey, the coachman coldly watching ahead, as if the passionate moans emanating from within the carriage came from another world. The carriage swayed slightly, not from the rough road, but a rhythmic, suggestive sway.
The carriage crossed a small river, where a large group of people stood in a circle, seemingly watching something. The coachman seemed oblivious, and the two people inside, already consumed by passion, naturally didn't notice them either. In
the center of the crowd were two corpses, a man and a woman, just pulled from the river. Occasionally, whispers of江湖人士 (jianghu figures, referring to people from the martial arts world) would drift from the crowd, adding to the mystery surrounding the bodies. Some, having vaguely discerned the man's background, eagerly offered their opinions.
"This man was a notorious womanizer, famous for his disguise skills, and yet he died here. I wonder who this woman was; it's truly pitiful." "He must have abducted a woman for pleasure and then tried to cover his tracks, but some chivalrous hero punished him."... The discussion continued, showing that various versions of the rumors were about to spread throughout the world.
The carriage continued its swaying journey, the faint groans fading into the intoxicating spring breeze as the carriage receded into the distance. Only the swollen male corpse remained, a single black mole still clearly visible on its neck...
[The End]

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