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At that time, the remaining seven of the eight major aristocratic families joined forces to suppress the Fujiwara clan. With the Abe clan, skilled in Yin-Yang esoteric arts, acting as their primary enforcer, they united with the other families to uproot the Fujiwara clan. Only the clan head

, along with the clan's greatest secret and a few personal maids, hastily fled to the mountains to live a secluded life. The seven major families selected individuals from the Fujiwara's collateral branches, completely unaware of the truth, to impersonate the historical Fujiwara family. From then on, the true Fujiwara family disappeared from history.

However, the true Fujiwara clan did not disappear; they simply retreated to the mountains. In the remote mountains, they recuperated and, using esoteric arts, rebuilt a Fujiwara clan purely possessing these arts. In this

pure Fujiwara clan, each clan head was a clan saintess, and each head's designated successor was a clan princess. They maintained their aristocratic habits, living a life of luxury and indulgence.

The Fujiwara clan's greatest secret lies in its leader, the clan's spiritual symbol—the Holy Maiden—who is androgynous. Her successor will inevitably also be androgynous. This is the real reason for the panic among the upper echelons of Japanese nobility, who considered them demons unacceptable to the world, leading to their complete destruction. The

reclusive Fujiwara clan consists entirely of women; there are no men in the traditional sense. They adhere to a strict family hierarchy to maintain the power and status of the clan's leader.

The Holy Maiden is the mistress, the princess the junior mistress, and everyone else is a servant.

Servants are divided into four ranks: Jade Slaves, the supreme leader of all servants;

Gold Slaves, dedicated to serving and feeding, and in charge of the clan's secret rituals; Silver Slaves

, dedicated to serving and for the benefit of the leader; and War Slaves, who command

the clan's military force, protect the clan members, and are also for the benefit of the leader.

Entering the modern era, the Fujiwara clan, which had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, began to quietly re-enter society. Many members became elites of large conglomerates or dazzling stars in the entertainment industry. After all, hundreds of years had passed, and those who knew the past, as well as their descendants, were all dead. Who among the remaining family members would remember things from so long ago?

Fujiwara no Murasaki, while traveling in the world, happened to see Lu Yingying trapped in a fire. Feeling compassion for her, a fellow outcast, she ordered her personal guard, a war slave, to rescue Lu Yingying and take her to the Fujiwara clan's secret location. A month later, Lu Yingying gave birth to her daughter, Lu Yao, leading to the scene at the beginning.

The white sphere of light gradually disappeared, and the figures of Lu Yingying and her daughter gradually became clearer.

Lu Yingying was still Lu Yingying, but the feeling she gave off was different. Originally, her body, which had been somewhat loose after childbirth, had returned to its pre-pregnancy state after absorbing the white light sphere. However, this body appeared mature and glamorous, with high, firm breasts and a large, round, pert bottom beneath her slender waist. In short, everything that should be firm was firm, and her entire sexy body was a perfect, mature S-shape, forming a stark contrast with her youthful, beautiful face.

"Yingying, come here. I bestow upon you the title of Jade Slave of my clan. However, as a Jade Slave, you must first undergo a baptism, and I will also give you a little modification, hehe..." Lady Ziji smiled somewhat wickedly, looking at Lu Yingying with a playful smile.

Lu Yingying was a little shy, but her mind, which had been cleansed by the concept of slavery, also held a deep anticipation for the upcoming baptism. She already knew what kind of person she was about to become, and she was both happy and excited!

She handed Lu Yao, whom she was holding, to the Golden Slave beside her, and Lu Yingying crawled on her knees to her master's lap.

The throne had returned to its original state, and the three jade pillars had disappeared. Only the tender flesh of Lady Murasaki's vagina, which had been pulled out by the pillars, remained exposed, its pink flesh glistening with moisture, making it appear translucent and incredibly adorable.

"Come, my slave, offer me your body and your beautiful soul..." Lady Murasaki uttered a series of syllables with a peculiar rhythm, her voice sounding alluring and seductive, distorting the light in the air.

Lu Yingying involuntarily lowered her head and began kissing Lady Murasaki's exposed pink flesh, where an intoxicating aura permeated the air. With each deep breath, Lu Yingying became more intoxicated, her entire body growing hot and flushed.

Lu Yingying held the outer edge of Lady Ziji's glove with both hands, extending her pink tongue to lick the opening. With each lick, her tongue would draw out a strand of lustful fluid, like a thread connecting her bright red lips to the flower-like, erotic glove. The exquisite pleasure caused Lady Ziji, sitting on her throne like a fairy, to let out moans like a cat in heat.

After Lu Yingying's licking, the pink glove gushed out streams of white fluid like honey from a flower. Lu Yingying blushed even more, and her hands became even more diligent, stroking the glove as if she were masturbating a man. Lady Murasaki couldn't withstand such manipulation. She screamed, straightened her back, gripped the armrests of the throne with both hands, and squeezed her legs together tightly around the fleshy sheath. The sheath convulsed rapidly, followed by a torrent of white fluid. Lady Murasaki's breasts also spilled milk in the surge of pleasure. The pleasure was overwhelming, making one lose their soul.

"My lady, is this comfortable?" Lu Yingying's face was filled with curiosity and excitement. She had completely embraced the role of a slave.

"Mmm...mmm...there's something even more comfortable, please continue..." Lady Murasaki slumped comfortably on the throne, her legs tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing Lu Yingying to continue serving her.

A large gush of vaginal fluid, emitting a peculiar fragrance, attracted Lu Yingying, who began sucking on the opening of the vaginal cannula, afraid of wasting any fluid. However, upon sucking, she heard Lady Ziji groan, and Lu Yingying felt the cannula harden as if something slipped out. Then, a round, slightly hard head slipped into her tender mouth.

Curious, Lu Yingying spat out what was in her mouth. It was a smooth, pinkish-white head with a horizontal opening, about the size of a man's glans, just peeking out of the cannula, like a fleshy ball emerging from a flower—quite adorable.

It turned out that Lu Yingying's sucking had excited Lady Ziji's cervix, causing it to emerge from the vaginal cavity. A horizontal opening on the cervix indicated that the woman had not yet given birth; a round opening meant she had already given birth and her cervix had been dilated.

Each generation of the Fujiwara clan's holy maiden possessed the secret art of controlling her womb with ease, allowing her to enjoy the pleasures of intercourse like a man.

Without any apparent movement, but with a slight exertion, Lady Murasaki's womb slowly emerged from the vaginal opening. The cervix resembled a man's glans, only widening towards the back, the entire womb being thinner at the front and thicker at the back, glistening with moisture like a cute little fleshy pot, with some freckles growing haphazardly on it.

Lady Murasaki merely exposed the base of her womb to the vaginal opening, then stroked the exposed pinkish-white part of the vaginal opening from behind, causing the entire womb to harden like a man's penis. The purplish, swollen, shiny cervix was glistening with strands of white fluid, seemingly the source of the previous large gush of vaginal fluid. It appeared to be much larger than an average man's penis.

Lady Ziji stood up, her jade-like legs slightly raised between her adorable uterus, resembling a man's penis. However, this uterus didn't rise as high as a man's penis, as it emerged from the vaginal opening and its base was soft flesh of the vaginal cavity. Lady Ziji only used the cavity to hold the last small part of the uterus, making the entire uterus stand up like a man's penis.

Lu Yingying opened her mouth and took the cervix into her mouth, her hands holding Lady Ziji's snow-white, plump buttocks, licking and teasing Lady Ziji's uterus as if giving a man oral sex. Lady Ziji removed her long black dress, held Lu Yingying's head in her hands, and began thrusting deeper and deeper into Lu Yingying's mouth, finally reaching deep into Lu Yingying's throat.

In the dimly lit palace, a beautiful fairy with a sexy, alluring, snow-white body and full, firm breasts, thrust her erect penis into the mouth of another beautiful young girl. Two other seductive women, naked, were entwined and entwined on the young girl's large, round buttocks, their tongues entwined. What a lewd scene!

The hard, slightly elastic cervix glans rubbed against Lu Yingying's smooth throat, bringing her waves of pleasure. Indeed, her body had been transformed by the essence; even this could produce pleasure. What a wanton body this was!

Lady Ziji increased the speed of her thrusts, suddenly holding Lu Yingying's head tightly, pressing Lu Yingying's lips firmly against her vulva. Her swollen, thumb-thick clitoris seemed to want to burrow into Lu Yingying's nostrils. A violent tremor ran through her, and the cervix glans, deeply inserted into her throat, gushed out large spurts of white semen like a man ejaculating. Lu Yingying didn't have time to swallow before the semen went directly into her esophagus.

Lady Ziji held Lu Yingying's head tightly for a long time without moving, until she felt that the lustful fluid in her womb had been almost released. Then, she shuddered a few times with a "bang" and pulled her pink womb out of Lu Yingying's mouth.

White lustful fluid hung from Lu Yingying's red lips, and her face had a satisfied and lustful expression. Her skirt was already soaked. It turned out that Lu Yingying had already climaxed once during this intense oral sex. What a lewd jade slave, even oral sex could make her climax.

"Turn around and let me enjoy the jade slave's wonderful honey pot...hehe." With a lewd laugh, Lu Yingying turned around, took off all her clothes, knelt on the ground, and pressed her large breasts tightly against the white marble floor. Streams of milk flowed on the floor like a babbling brook. Her body, which had just given birth, had so much milk. Lu Yingying's large, round, snow-white buttocks were raised high, completely exposing her pink private parts to Lady Ziji's eyes.

Lady Ziji did not rush to penetrate Lu Yingying's cavity, but gently caressed her large, peach-shaped buttocks. Her fingers lightly twisted and kneaded the swollen vulva, which was tightly closed like a slit. The pink vulva slightly opened, and the already wet vulva once again flowed with crystal-clear and tempting lustful fluid from the pink little hole at the bottom of the slit. Pulling back the top of the slit, she found the small bud, removed the foreskin, and gently rubbed it with her slender jade fingers. The small bud, which was usually the size of a red bean, quickly grew to the thickness of a little finger, swollen and shiny purple. Lu Yingying couldn't help but moan.

"Hehe... getting horny..." Lady Ziji slapped Lu Yingying's snow-white pink buttocks and giggled.

"Lady Ziji, I want... ah..." Lu Yingying no longer cared about being shy; the desire within her burned like fire. This body, transformed by the essence, couldn't withstand the slightest teasing, filled with a thirst for carnal pleasure. Coupled with her submissive will, what couldn't she indulge in?

"Hehe, you little slut... I'll give you the ultimate pleasure... ah..." Lady Ziji held Lu Yingying's large, white buttocks with one hand and her own uterus with the other, thrusting into Lu Yingying's alluring, ever-flowing opening.

"Ah..." With a long, satisfied moan, Lu Yingying leaned forward, her breasts pressing firmly against the floor, her nipples spurting out large amounts of milk.

The uterus, narrow at the front and wide at the back, stretched Lu Yingying's pink cavity wider and wider. At first, Lady Ziji's thrusts were slow and rhythmic, but as she herself experienced increasing pleasure, her movements became faster and faster. Lu Yingying's pink opening was stretched wider and wider, until it was as if an arm could be inserted. The pink labia tightly enveloped Lady Ziji's uterus, the small, tender lips almost transparent from the stretching.

On Lady Ziji's side, each insertion of her uterus sank deep into Lu Yingying's layers of tender flesh, the protruding buds on the uterus scraping against the rugged walls of her vagina, bringing wave after wave of pleasure. Each entry and exit of the uterus was equivalent to entering and exiting her own vagina, experiencing both the pleasure of a man having sex with a woman and the pleasure of a woman being fucked by a man—double the pleasure. This made Lady Ziji's eyes glaze over, her full, large breasts constantly and gently spurting white milk.

The pleasure intensified, the thrusting speed increased, and Lady Ziji's breasts swayed in the air like a phantom, her gushing milk spraying into a white mist. Each thrust of her uterus plunged deeply into Lu Yingying's cavity, her cervix directly colliding with Lu Yingying's pink cervix. With each cervical collision, both Lu Yingying and Lady Ziji cried out, their nipples spurting milk violently.

Each close union of their two perfect private parts caused their swollen, pinkish-purple clitoris to be intensely squeezed. This multi-layered stimulation had completely overwhelmed their two sexy, beautiful bodies, utterly consumed by pleasure. The hall echoed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, the beautiful woman's gasps, her ecstatic moans, and the cat-like cries of pleasure, each sound intoxicating and soul-stirring.

"Ah...ah...my lady, shoot it into me..." The moans grew louder and louder, the frequency of their thrusts increasing, their two white bodies moving as fast as two intersecting white shadows.

Finally, amidst two intertwined, high-pitched moans, Lady Ziji raised her beautiful face, her full, snow-white breasts pointing towards the sky, rapidly gushing out large amounts of milk. Her hands tightly gripped Lu Yingying's large, plump buttocks, her tender vulva pressed firmly against Lu Yingying's alluring private parts. Her hardened, erect uterus fired bullets of vaginal fluid into Lu Yingying's vaginal cavity, hitting Lu Yingying's cervix, and even, because of the cervix against cervix, the fluid shot directly into Lu Yingying's uterus.

The vaginal fluid within Lady Ziji's uterus seemed inexhaustible; soon, Lu Yingying's uterus was filled, and a large amount of fluid seeped from their joined private parts along Lu Yingying's vaginal canal. Soon, the ground was covered with vaginal fluid, forming a small puddle, reflecting like a mirror the intimate, lewd union of their private parts.

Releasing the limp Lu Yingying, Lady Ziji's uterus, which had been hanging between her legs, gradually retracted as if it were alive, quickly returning to its lovely pinkish appearance. Lady Ziji also regained her ethereal fairy-like aura.

"Once you have fully absorbed my Yin essence, I will grant you eternal youth..." Lady Ziji lazily finished speaking and walked towards the depths of the hall. The two golden slaves had also disappeared at some point.

In the dim light of the hall, only the snow-white body, still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, twitched and trembled involuntarily.

(To be continued)

IV. Whispers of Cultivation

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye, like a rushing river rushing towards a cliff, only hoping for the final moment of stunning release.

The weather in March was still cold, and it had snowed for several days in Kanto. Looking at Mount Fuji shrouded in white mist, the sky was faintly bright, and today there was finally a sign of clearing up, which made people happy.

The palace from the Edo period, nestled at the foot of the mountain, couldn't resist the allure of early spring. A solemn, austere air, tinged with the weight of a long winter, awaited the first blossoms of cherry blossoms as the mountains and waters

awoke. Beside the palace was a typical Japanese garden, its entrance revealing a pool of clear, spring-like water called Mirror Lake. Several trees and rocks dotted the lake, creating an idyllic scene. Streams, faintly visible on either side, flowed into the depths of the garden.

The towering palace was reflected in the water, its gentle ripples creating a captivating, ethereal effect. On the south side of Mirror Lake, a red wooden bridge, hidden among verdant pines and cypresses, led to a later-built Zen temple teahouse.

The sky had finally cleared, yet a sparse sleet still lingered in the air, a peculiar sight.

Beyond the red bridge, the teahouse, concealed behind the pine and stone arrangement, came into view. Although it is called a tea pavilion, it is like a secluded garden in the courtyard, with three layers of open ground, creating a unique world. Its exquisite and luxurious construction seems to have pleased the owner.

Upon entering through the first main gate, one is greeted by a roughly 20-square-meter dry landscape garden resembling flowing water, instantly creating a sense of openness and brightness. However, the owner's taste seems rather limited, with an excessive focus on water that detracts from the overall solemnity and harmony. The second level is the main building, shaped like a "回" (hui) character. The Fusuma gate, painted with Chinese landscape paintings, allows the space to open up dramatically. The central 10-square-meter maple-stone garden, covered in moss, is particularly elegant. The third level is a north-facing flower-viewing garden, the deepest part of the teahouse. This garden boasts the most beautiful scenery, with a flowing stream meandering from Mount Fuji, lingering and meandering within its small space. Opening the three gates in sequence reveals interconnected views, each step revealing a new vista, making one's gaze greedily wander, lingering on the scene.

Aside from particularly confidential discussions, most tea gatherings take place in the flower-viewing garden, creating a private and warm atmosphere with a relaxed and comfortable ambiance.

In the east-facing, secluded garden, a faint tinkling sound could be heard amidst the silence. A young woman, about ten years old, dressed in red, walked with light steps from the east corridor of the garden. Though less than five feet tall, she was well-developed.

She was still dressed as a woman, her hair styled in a high bun with bangs, adorned with a cluster of five or six red-petaled, white-centered Burmese flower hairpins. Three wisteria vines, each with delicate bells, dangled from the hairpins, rustling playfully with her steps. She wore a bright red crepe kimono with white cherry blossom patterns, a black sash with large red cherry blossoms, and a black five-colored brocade bow at the back embroidered with two tri-colored poppies. She wore white socks and red rope sandals. The girl had a fair, round face, and her thick, neat bangs made her eyes appear bright and curious. When her

gaze fell upon someone, she would feign an adult smile, revealing a row of small, closely spaced teeth and a pair of dimples. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times before drooping involuntarily, revealing a precocious mind, yet she still seemed incredibly adorable. In a pavilion nestled among the flowers, someone was already waiting for the girl.

"Princess Yao Yao, you're late!" An old woman dressed in plain clothes said calmly to the girl approaching.

The girl in red hurriedly bowed, "Please forgive me, Granny. Aunt Rou's physical training is very demanding, it's made me late..."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed red. Aunt Rou's physical training was not only demanding but also quite embarrassing.

This girl was the swaddled infant in Lu Yingying's arms years ago. After joining the Fujiwara clan, she took their surname and was named Fujiwara Yao.

The girl was designated by the noble Lady Murasaki as the heir to the Fujiwara clan, the next clan head, and now she is a princess. The Fujiwara clan has extremely strict requirements for its heirs. From a young age, Princess Yaoyao was immersed in various gene-enhancing potions. During her initiation ceremony, Lady Murasaki used a secret technique to infuse her with the clan's inherited secrets, waiting for her to grow up and break the seal so she could master them all.

During her growth, she is taught six arts: etiquette, music, archery, horsemanship, flower arranging, and tea ceremony. The heir must fully master four of these arts before her eighteenth birthday. This requirement stems from the need for the heir to gain the clan's sacred artifact's approval during the clan's grand festival held every twelve years. Only with the approval of this supreme artifact can the heir truly wield power within the Fujiwara clan; from then on, the fate of a clansman rests solely in their hands.

The physical training Princess Yaoyao has just completed is an extra course she has been required to practice since she was two years old. The main content of this physical training exercise is actually contortion, requiring practitioners to be as flexible as if boneless, bending and stretching freely. Upon mastery, a practitioner can touch their own anus with their mouth and nose while hugging from the front, and touch their own vulva and lick their own heels while leaning back.

Even more impressively, they can coil themselves up and move freely in a tub only a foot or so in size, truly remarkable.

Princess Yao Yao has already mastered this contortion, yet she is still strictly disciplined by her instructor, Fujiwara Yu, and practices diligently every day. Now, having just finished her physical training class, she has rushed over to continue her tea ceremony lesson.

"Princess, please rest for a moment, calm your mind, and then demonstrate your tea ceremony skills to me." The girl responded, straightening her back and kneeling on the rattan mat with her hands folded, gazing at the sea of flowers and the stream to calm her mind. The tea ceremony has high requirements, usually demanding that the practitioner be physically and mentally still, emphasizing the inner strength and spirit. Princess Yao Yao is learning Japanese tea ceremony, which is more of a Zen culture. Judging from the arrangement of the courtyard, it is clear that the owner here has a very high level of refinement and places great emphasis on spiritual cultivation.

Japanese tea ceremony is mainly divided into three realms: (1) Harmony, Respect, Purity, and Tranquility; (2) Ichigo Ichie (one chance, one meeting); and (3) The Concept of Solitary Sitting. These concepts are related to Zen thought.

We don't need to go into the details of these specific concepts; we only need to know that Princess Yaoyao possesses the refinement and demeanor of a noblewoman, which is the foundation for her to become the heir of the Fujiwara clan. Therefore, Princess Yaoyao has never had a moment of leisure during her more than ten years of growth, spending all her time learning.

Before the age of eighteen, she must master four of the six arts of the Fujiwara clan, use jujutsu to build a solid physical foundation, and obtain the clan's sacred treasury's approval during the twelfth year festival. Only then will she begin her studies to become the clan leader.

"Grandma, I am calm and focused!" After a moment, Princess Yaoyao looked at the instructor, Fujiwara Sei-i, with clear eyes and a steady tone.

"Then let's begin~" Fujiwara Sei-i spread her sleeves, revealing a tea set from the ancient Shangchao Heaven Kingdom that she had prepared long ago.

Princess Yaoyao calmly adjusted her sleeves and began a complete tea ceremony demonstration.

With delicate hands, she picked up the rosewood tea spoon with phoenix and cloud patterns, took a small amount of aged, yellowish Pu'er tea from the tea jar, and placed it in a Xishi teapot made of purple clay, placed on a carved, openwork tea tray. She then arranged four teacups with phoenix and dragon patterns, also made of purple clay, upside down on the tray.

Water was already boiling on a nearby charcoal stove. She lifted the teapot by the handle, poured the water into the Xishi teapot, put the lid on, and after shaking it once, poured the tea into the four teacups, letting it flow down the openwork patterns into the water box beneath the tea tray – this was the rinsing of the tea. She poured water back into the teapot, covered it, and let it steep for about a minute. Using bamboo tweezers, she turned each teacup over, added a little more water to each cup, and continued steeping. Finally,

she used the bamboo tweezers to gently shake each teacup and pour out the tea – this was the boiling of the cups. Holding the teapot by the handle in one hand and pressing the top with the other, the teapot is lifted to a certain arc, and the brewed tea is poured into the teacup in a smooth and elegant arc—this is called "dian zhan" (点盏). After dian zhan, the teapot is placed on the tea tray, and boiling water is poured over it once more to complete the process.

A delicate and elegant aroma of tea wafts out with the graceful movement of Princess Yaoyao's hands.

"Granny, please have some tea!" Princess Yaoyao bows respectfully with her hands folded. Fujiwara Sei-i also gathers her sleeves, picks up the teacup with both hands, gently brings it close to smell the aroma, closes her eyes to concentrate for a moment, and then takes a small sip.

"Hmm, good tea, you've improved. Your tea ceremony has reached the second stage of perfection, and you're faintly seeing the third stage. In my opinion, you've passed." Fujiwara Sei-i nods with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your affirmation, Granny. I will definitely work harder!" Princess Yaoyao's innocent face shows a happy smile; she finally doesn't have to attend tea ceremony classes every day anymore. Breaking through to the third realm is something that can only be encountered by chance, not sought. The realm of solitary contemplation depends on personal understanding, but even more so on whether the right opportunity arises.

—————————————————————————— After a day of prescribed lessons, it was already sunset.

Princess Yao Yao returned to her quarters, removed her wooden clogs, pushed open the shoji door, and prepared to relax and begin her favorite part of the day: a bath in the hot spring.

As she entered the adjacent bathroom, two beautiful women dressed only in thin gauze quickly approached.

"Princess, let us help you undress." The two women offered to help Princess Yao Yao remove her clothes.

Princess Yao Yao waved her hand: "You may leave first. I will sit quietly for a while, and you can come in later." The two women bowed and pulled the shoji door shut from the outside. Actually, whether the door was closed or not was not very important. The entire courtyard, including the palace where Lady Zi Ji resided, was filled with women. It was just that Princess Yao Yao, being a woman, was instilled with a sense of shame by the etiquette she had learned since childhood, and always felt the need to avoid people. Although she was still young, Princess Yaoyao would blush when she exposed her body in front of others, sometimes her whole body would turn red from shyness. Sometimes she would also feel a little excited, a very strange feeling. Princess Yaoyao always tried to avoid this strange feeling that she didn't understand; people are always full of worry and fear about the unknown.

Princess Yaoyao knelt before the mirror, removing her elaborately layered kimono piece by piece. As the clothes fell away, a snow-white, alluring body was revealed. Although Princess Yaoyao was only eighteen, she still had an innocent look on her face. However, her body was already mature like that of a woman in her twenties. The first thing that caught the eye was her large, round, snow-white breasts, which seemed a bit large for her height of only 1.56 meters.

The breasts were perfectly shaped, round and snow-white, approximately a D-cup. She wore a white lace bra, which only supported the lower edge of her round breasts; there were no cups, and once the clothes were removed, her entire breasts were exposed to the air. Her breasts looked heavy, plump and full, as if they might fall off at any moment without the bra.

The position of her breasts was perfect; two round, snowy peaks rose, and a deep cleavage extended downwards, almost ending at her abdomen. This was the famous "elbow-point breast," where the lower edge of the breast just reached the elbow, located on the golden ratio line of the human body—the most beautiful and most likely to arouse male desire.

Two small white nipple covers with tassels were stuck to her breasts, just covering her nipples and areolas. Princess Yao Yao had added them herself; otherwise, her delicate nipples would constantly rub against her clothes during the day, causing them to become red, swollen, and painful, with a strange, arousing sensation. Sometimes, a white liquid would seep from her nipples, staining her clothes, which was quite odd.

She had asked her clan matriarch, Lady Zi Ji, who had taught her, and the matriarch said it was normal; Yao Yao's constitution had always been good.

The girls in the clan either didn't wear bras or wore regular bras, but Lady Zi Ji said she only needed nipple supports, explaining that she was still young and hadn't practiced the clan's secret techniques, so she needed them to support her breasts and prevent them from sagging during development, affecting her appearance. She didn't need a bra; the nipple supports wouldn't hinder her breast development.

However, Lady Zi Ji didn't answer why her pink nipples sometimes secreted that strange white liquid, but perhaps for a girl, this was normal.

But her breasts were already quite large, or rather, large relative to her body. Princess Yao Yao was only 1.56 meters tall, but her body was remarkably well-proportioned. Her long, slender waist made her D-cup breasts appear enormous. It also made her snowy, round, and firm buttocks appear large and firm beneath her long, slender waist.

Princess Yao Yao's kneeling posture made the curve of her slender waist diagonally into her buttocks appear even more abrupt and striking, making one worry that her slender waist might break at any moment.

On her round, snowy white buttocks, only a small white lace thong divided her buttocks into two beautiful circles. The alluring white ribbons extending from both sides of her hip bones into the depths of her buttocks seemed to point to a captivating beauty. The kneeling posture opened a large gap in her usually tightly closed buttocks, and through the white lace ribbons of the thong, one could vaguely see delicate pink folds playfully stretching and contracting, like a pink chrysanthemum hidden within. Further in, everything was hidden inside the lace panties.

Gently removing the last few small pieces of cloth, Princess Yaoyao looked at her naked body in the mirror, her innocent face flushing red again. What a sexy body it was! Her breasts were high and white, her slender waist drooping to a large, round, white bottom. Between her straight, rounded legs was a perfectly white genital mound, with only a slight pink slit at the lower part, like a snow-white bun, drawing the eye deeper and sparking endless fantasies.

Whenever Princess Yaoyao looked at her body, she would blush with shyness and feel an irresistible urge towards it. Not only did she find it beautiful, but she also felt a sense of unease, a desire to embrace it, to caress it, even to lick it. Whenever this thought arose, Princess Yaoyao's breasts would heat up and swell, becoming two cup sizes larger than usual, feeling a warm current surging and churning within them, as if they wanted to burst forth.

Her nipples would stand erect, about the size of a thumb, secreting a thin, sweet-smelling liquid. A warm current surged in her lower abdomen, as if something was flowing from that shameful place—her urinary tract—down her straight, snow-white thighs.

At these times, Princess Yaoyao, just like when she heard those alluring sounds in the courtyard, would simply squeeze her breasts between her arms and twist her lower body, rubbing them together to relieve the strange sensations in her heart. She dared not directly touch or rub those sensitive areas, afraid of causing something bad. She vaguely felt that doing so would lead to immersion in the pleasure, and further release something from her body. But simply squeezing her swollen breasts and straightening her legs seemed to initially alleviate the slight discomfort, but later only made her feel increasingly hot and uncomfortable.

A mature and sexy body, paired with Princess Yaoyao's innocent, slightly chubby, fair, round face, bright, curious eyes, adorable pink dimples, and the delicate bells tied to three hanging wisteria vines in her hair—what a combination that could unconsciously evoke wicked thoughts!

Princess Yaoyao was unaware that this mature body, and the occasional feeling of lust she experienced, was largely due to the essence of lustful fluids that Lady Ziji had instilled in her during her infancy. This essence of lustful fluids, produced by Lady Ziji using a clan secret technique, prematurely matured this small body, planting the foundation of lust in Princess Yaoyao's genes.

Princess Yaoyao was still oblivious, never having tasted the sweetness of worldly pleasures; otherwise, she would likely have already become hopelessly addicted. The Fujiwara clan's requirements for an heir were, first and foremost, a noble princess with an ethereal air, then a purely lustful woman, and only then… hehe, only then would she be a qualified clan leader.

Suppressing those embarrassing, blush-inducing thoughts, Princess Yaoyao softly called to the two silver servants outside.

"Flower Slave, Lotus Slave, fill the bathtub with water..."
[The End]

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