The little mute boy deep in the peach blossoms

Chapter One:

The sky is blue, and so is the sea. Looking from afar, the sky and sea merge into one, indistinguishable by the boundary. It's also unclear whether the sky connects to the sea, or the sea connects to the sky.

In the vast blue sea lies a small island, about ten miles east to west and eight or nine miles north to south, oval in shape. The island enjoys a spring-like climate year-round, with flowers blooming everywhere. Ninety percent of the island's land is covered in peach trees, creating a breathtaking scene of white and pink peach blossoms throughout the year. The island is blanketed in peach blossoms, resembling a floating flower mountain on the sea from a distance!

Some areas of the island are covered in stone forests, with peaks of varying heights and sizes, each uniquely shaped. In other places, peach trees grow within the stone forests, or stone mountains rise within peach groves. Stones interspersed with trees, trees surrounding mountains, mountains and trees forming a unified whole, a truly beautiful sight. However, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it often is… Because of the abundance of peach trees and the year-round blooming peach blossoms, it is known as Peach Blossom Island. The island's master was none other than the infamous Eastern Heretic, also known as Huang Yaoshi. A man of both righteous and wicked nature, his martial arts were virtually unmatched, with only a handful of rivals. His Peach Blossom Island was exceptionally dangerous, riddled with traps that made it impossible to defend against.

The Peach Blossom Array, a formation made of peach trees, was even more perilous than the traps. I only knew his surname was Huang; I didn't know his real name, as I was merely the youngest, a mute servant among the many on Peach Blossom Island servants. Because I was the youngest, the young lady called me Little Mute Boy.

The servants on Peach Blossom Island didn't have names; they were simply numbered according to their arrival date: Mute One, Mute Two… and so on. Since the young lady always called me Little Mute Boy, everyone eventually followed suit. It was a name, much better than Mute One, Mute Two…! So for a time, I was quite proud of this name, quite pleased with myself.

I was quite young then and couldn't do much work, so my master had me follow the young lady around, running errands and doing odd jobs. I was quite diligent, and the young lady doted on me, providing me with decent food and lodging.

When my master taught the young lady to read and write, I often followed along. Although I couldn't speak, my memory and hearing were exceptionally good, not as good as the young lady's, but much better than most people. So, while following the young lady, I secretly learned to recognize many characters. Of course, no one knew except myself. I don't know why my master forbade servants on the island from reading and writing, so none of the servants on the island could read except me.

As I followed the young lady for a long time, I gradually learned more characters and began to understand the meaning of the name "Little Mute Child." I also vaguely understood why my master didn't allow us to read and write, but only to make us obedient, speechless tools... (To put it simply, to avoid revealing the secrets of Peach Blossom Island). As I grew older, I learned more and more characters, secretly read more and more books, and understood more and more. In any given place in the world, there simply wouldn't be so many mute people gathered together. They say our master is kind-hearted and compassionate, bringing us born disabled people to work on Peach Blossom Island. I absolutely refuse to believe it. Every month, several people are beaten to death by him. Although I haven't witnessed it myself, the servants gossip about who did what today, and then got kicked or punched to death by him… If he's that kind-hearted, pigs will fly.

Our master is also an expert in pharmacology, renowned throughout the martial arts world. He can make you deaf without making you mute, and vice versa.

Given his character, what wouldn't he dare to do? I've kept this secret hidden in my heart, never telling anyone, keeping it deep inside. From that moment on, I began to hate him, I've hated him ever since, and even now I still hate him to the bone. He's the one who made me unable to speak, he's the one who brought me to this island to suffer, he… Speaking of our young lady, she's not only as beautiful as a fairy, but also incredibly intelligent and mischievous. Everyone on the island calls her the Little Zhuge Liang! It's clear how clever she is... Miss has left the island. When she was here, I only needed to follow her, and she could simply give me orders to do whatever she wanted. Now that she's gone, I've become quite idle, spending my days sweeping the fallen branches and peach blossoms in Miss's courtyard, and I'm quite content with my leisure... Until one day, while I was sweeping the courtyard, this peaceful life was shattered.

"Mute boy!" It was like a thunderclap in my ears, startling me. Just what I feared had come to pass. I quickly put down the broom and ran over tremblingly. There stood a middle-aged man with blond hair, sword-like eyebrows... a cold face, and an aura of intense power, about forty years old, standing at the courtyard gate. He was my master, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic.

(Huang Yaoshi is not a major character in the story, so he will not be described in detail.) Now, there are only three people who can speak on the island: my master, Miss, and Madam. After Miss left, only my master and Madam remained! However, I haven't seen Madam in the seven years since I came to the island.

I overheard my master telling my mistress: "Madam is unwell and cannot see anyone, so she's recuperating somewhere on the island!" This is one of the advantages of being with my mistress—I know a little more of the island's secrets than others, and I'm still alive and well… (Why? Because I'm mute and illiterate. It's impossible for me to reveal the island's secrets… so I'm still alive!) Sometimes my master doesn't mind letting me know!

Because my master dotes on my mistress, he never loses his temper in front of her. Now that she's left the island, no one can control my master, so his temper has become volatile, and he throws tantrums at the drop of a hat!

That day, I had just passed by the front hall when I heard a furious roar coming from inside. Peeking in from a corner outside, I saw the master of the house, his face contorted with rage, yelling at the two maids kneeling before him, terrified: "Do you even know how to serve? You can't even comb the lady's hair or wipe her face properly! How have I taught you? You can't even do this simple thing right? What use are you?!" He then ignored the two mute maids' desperate kowtowing, their mouths uttering cries of "Ah...woo woo..." as they begged for mercy. Then, a loud thud... With a thud and a kick, the two women were sent flying out of the hall like kites with broken strings. (Due to the speed of the kick, only a thud was heard.) They crashed to the ground outside the hall, sending dust flying. The two women lay supine on the ground at the entrance of the hall, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Bright red blood slowly flowed from the corners of their mouths, flowing more and more... Their eyes rolled back, their hands trembling weakly until they fell limply to the ground... Not to mention two women who were powerless to fight back, even top-tier martial arts masters wouldn't dare to take a kick from Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. It was clear that the two maids were doomed! I was instantly terrified, my mind went blank. I stared at the two maids lying on the ground, two vibrant lives gone in the blink of an eye. I didn't even know when their bodies were carried away… For the next few nights, I was awakened by nightmares, my dreams filled with the images of those two maids dying—their pale eyes, bleeding mouths, convulsing bodies… Whenever I thought of them, my chest tightened, my eyes stung. After all, they were one of us; it was inevitable to feel a pang of sympathy. Who knew what my master might want from me that day? Had I done something wrong? Was he going to hold me accountable? I was terrified, but I couldn't ignore him. My mind was a jumbled mess, so I forced myself to approach… I bowed to my master and gestured a few times (meaning, "Master, what do you need me for?"). My master said, "Dumb boy, the mistress's household is short-handed lately, so I'm sending you to take care of her for a while! Go and pack your usual clothes and belongings, then come with me to the mistress's."

Hearing that it wasn't someone looking to cause me trouble, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief! But then a chill ran down my spine. Wasn't this sending me to my death? What if I made a mistake while serving the lady? Wouldn't she kill me? After all, there had been a precedent!

Thinking of the gruesome deaths of those two maids... what should I do? What should I do? I'm only nineteen years old. I don't want to die young.

I want to go out into the world to eat those incredibly delicious candied hawthorns, beggar's chicken, and all sorts of other unidentifiable delicacies… I've never seen the markets or towns outside… How do I know about those things outside? It's because on our island, there are often wandering martial arts figures who bring delicious food and fun toys to ask Miss for favors. Especially two strange men who frequently come to play with Miss. One is an old man with completely white hair, wearing tattered clothes with several comically hanging bags on them. The other is also a white-haired old man, whose clothes, while not quite tattered, are not far off, and whose personality is like a child's. (Miss says one is the leader of the beggars outside, and the other is the leader of the Taoist priests.) They're always causing trouble on the island, yet they've never encountered a trap, and the Peach Blossom Formation has never been activated!

Even if you're not an idiot, you know they're not simple. There are probably very few people in the world who can come and go freely on Peach Blossom Island!

Whenever they come to the island, they bring Miss delicious food and fun toys. Because I do whatever I'm told to do, without uttering a single complaint or uttering a word of weariness—of course, a mute wouldn't speak, but my heart is filled with resentment: "You're always asking for this and that, and what kind of rubbish books are you reading? You change so many books a day, I'm breathless, practically running my legs off! And…" Of course, there are some advantages: I can freely enter and leave the study, often leaving or taking a few books I like to read secretly at night, putting them back without being discovered. The more books I read, the more I understand, and my knowledge advances rapidly. A slight disloyalty begins to stir within me, and my hatred deepens… I don't want to be trapped on this island forever, a slave for life.

The young lady also likes and takes good care of me, so she always gives me some good food… To go or not to go? Go? Perhaps a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. Not go? Probably a ten-out-of-ten chance of death. Dying now, at least a life is better than no life! Although I don't know why I'm being made to pack, I'd better hurry and pack, or I'll be in big trouble if the master gets angry! Who knows, one slap from him and I'd be dead... Carrying a few sets of clothes and a towel given to me by the young lady (I'm sure everyone has seen The Legend of the Condor Heroes, right? The old-fashioned black servant's suit worn by the mute servants of Peach Blossom Island—a hat, a shirt, trousers, and shoes. Peach Blossom Island is spring-like all year round, so the clothes are quite thin; although I carried several sets, they weren't heavy). Although it was midday on Peach Blossom Island, with bright sunshine, birdsong, and fragrant flowers—a beautiful spring day—I had no mind to appreciate it. Following my master toward the legendary forbidden area of Peach Blossom Island, I was lost in thought. A gentle breeze blew by, and delicate, alluring peach blossoms danced in the wind, a truly beautiful sight.

I don't even know how many turns I'd made or how many peach groves I'd passed. I didn't even notice a few petals falling on my head until my master stopped. I snapped out of it, quickly stopped, and secretly looked around. A striking, enormous stone curtain appeared before me, and my master stood before the tomb, seemingly lost in thought!

The tomb was four meters high and six meters wide, semi-circular in shape, and entirely constructed of stone. A few meters behind it lay a vast stone forest, filled with strangely shaped rocks of all kinds.

Peach trees surrounded the tomb, tightly enclosing it like loyal guardians, constantly watching over it. The ground around the tomb was covered with fallen peach blossoms, white and pink petals forming a carpet of alluring pink and white.

Only the tomb itself was spotless, without a single petal, indicating it was regularly cleaned. I couldn't help but wonder, wasn't I supposed to be going to the lady's? Why was I lost in thought at the burial ground? Although puzzled, I dared not disturb my master! I could only wait for instructions while continuing my musings.

Suddenly, I was drawn to the tombstone! Several lines were inscribed on it. Although the servants on the island were illiterate, I was an exception. A few lines of writing were no problem for me! The second line of the tombstone reads "Huang XXX Li" (What were Huang Rong's mother and father's names? I didn't pay attention when I watched The Legend of the Condor Heroes, so I had to use XXX instead! I can't just make up some random names to fool everyone... please forgive me). A chill ran down my spine! Was my mistress already dead?

Was I summoned to serve her so I could be buried with her? Thinking this, I broke out in a cold sweat, my legs trembling so badly I almost couldn't stand! I looked at my master in terror. He, who had been lost in thought, suddenly went behind the tombstone and rummaged around for a while, pulling on a thin rope.

Was he going to strangle me? No way! Killing me would only require a slap; why would he need a rope? Filled with nine parts fear and one part doubt, I waited a while, and suddenly, with a scraping sound of stones, a small door, just big enough for one person, slowly appeared behind the tombstone!

Looking in from the outside, I saw a faint light gradually approaching the dark doorway.

I instinctively shrank back... A moment later, a pretty woman emerged from the doorway, wearing a gray shirt, gray trousers, and matching gray cloth shoes, carrying an oil lamp. The light I'd seen earlier was just lamplight; it had startled me, I'd thought it was... The woman was about 1.65 meters tall; I only reached her chest. Perhaps there's no need for a hat in the tomb. Long, black hair cascaded loosely down her back, her pale forehead and cheeks suggesting she'd been frightened. Long eyebrows, like small fans, framed her eyes. Her bright eyes held a hint of fear, her nose was high and delicate, and her cherry-like mouth was slightly parted as she breathed heavily. A patch of white neck peeked through her collar, and her firm, high breasts, still visible beneath her loose clothing, were striking. My mind slowly drifted into memories…

Chapter Two:
That night, the master asked me to deliver something to the young lady. I knocked on the door, but there was no response… Perhaps the young lady had already gone to bed. So I knocked again for a while, and the young lady finally answered. I waited patiently at the door. After a while, just as I was holding the box, feeling exhausted and yawning repeatedly, I thought I'd go back to sleep after delivering the gift.

The door creaked open, and looking up, I nearly had a nosebleed… The young lady was dressed only in a yellow bra and a small yellow panty. (Don't get the wrong idea, this yellow isn't that kind of yellow.) Her usually meticulously combed hair was a mess, her two cute braids hanging loosely, one in front of her chest and the other curled behind her neck like fan-shaped hairpins. Her slender, crescent-shaped eyebrows and bright, spirited eyes now resembled a pool of clear, captivating spring water, dreamy and unfocused. She had a delicate, high-bridged nose and full, juicy, rosy, alluring lips. Her face, which had been mischievous and spirited during the day, was now flushed and languid. Her

snow-white neck and soft, smooth shoulders were bound by two pale yellow strings to her bra—a bodice. Embroidered on the soft yellow silk bra was a large peach blossom, white petals and a pink center.

Her arms were slender like lotus roots, and her hands were soft and white. Beneath the yellow silk bra were two still-developing, immature nipples. Above the bra, a shallow, alluring cleavage of snow-white flesh was visible.

Below the bra, her abdomen was flat, smooth, and firm, with a captivating navel. The edge of the deep yellow silk undergarment clung tightly to that triangle, where two full, fleshy lips seemed to press together to form a small, elongated bulge.

Her thighs were full and slender, her calves were of moderate thickness and beautiful shape, and her ankles, shrouded in slippers, revealed only her delicate, snow-white heels, but judging from the shape and size of the shoes, they were definitely not bad.

Her entire body was flawless, every inch of her skin was white, tender, and beautiful; she was simply a gift from heaven, a fairy fallen to earth.

Although the yellow silk undergarment obscured my view, the allure was so strong that my gaze was glued to it, unable to look away. I could vaguely see a damp patch on the bulge, and a few dark, shiny hairs seemed to be peeking out from the edge of the undergarment, but I couldn't see them clearly because of the position and the light... He took the box from my hand, opened it, glanced at it, then turned and went into the room, placed it on the table facing the door, and walked towards the bed. Suddenly, he paused, turned back, reached out and closed and locked the door with one hand in each hand, and mumbled: "Dumb boy, you should go to sleep too..." After saying that, he walked to the bedside, lay down, and fell asleep.

I'm so tired today, I need to go to sleep... I'm still a little dizzy and my legs are sore... After walking about a hundred meters further, a stone door about three meters long and two and a half meters wide appeared at the end of the corridor, blocking our way. The mute girl opened the mechanism on the wall, and the heavy stone door began to slowly move upwards. Just as the door opened, a burst of intense light suddenly shone from the gap at the bottom. The light gradually shone on our shoes, legs, and chests as the door moved... The door stopped after three meters. The intense light from inside forced me to close my eyes tightly, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust. I slowly opened my eyes, which were still a little sore from the bright light, and looked inside the stone door.

It was a square room of about twenty square meters, with white gauze covering all four walls. I could vaguely see the blue stone wall behind it.

In the center of the wall facing the stone door hung a portrait of a woman. Because I was far away and standing behind the owner, I could only vaguely see that the woman in the painting was very beautiful. Two corridors, each about two and a half meters high and two meters wide, opened into the stone walls on either side of the room. Their destinations were unclear, and there was nothing else there.

The entire room was about four meters high, and when I saw the ceiling, I was utterly stunned. In the very center of the ceiling, in a triangular shape, were three luminous beads, emitting dazzling light.

These were luminous pearls! Three whole pearls used as lamps! As far as I knew, the young lady only had one; it was a birthday gift from her master for her fifteenth birthday. She was overjoyed and never took it off. She said that luminous pearls were priceless treasures because they glowed, were beautiful, and rare—each one was worth a fortune! There were three of them, I really don't know how the owner got them... At this moment, the owner walked to the painting, removed the painting and its hooks together, and with a click, another door slowly rose from the bottom of the middle wall. When the door was fully open, the owner walked in without saying a word! The mute girl and I had no choice but to follow behind the owner.

After entering the second room, although it was smaller than the first room, it was still like heaven and earth. The

whole room was magnificent, with a dressing table, a table and four wooden stools, all made of the finest peach wood from the island. There were all kinds of dressing tools and ornaments... The floor was covered with unknown animal fur, which was soft underfoot and even more comfortable than walking on the peach blossom floor.

The walls were hung with pink gauze that was very similar in color to peach blossoms, and the ceiling was inlaid with six luminous pearls in a rectangle, three more than in the first room! Under the illumination of the six most conspicuous luminous pearls, the whole room was brighter than the sun outside, but there was no feeling of the sun shining on you.

Instead, beneath the luminous pearl was a platform that resembled a bed, upon which lay a woman, fully clothed, on her back.

This must be the mysterious lady! Because the woman was lying with her head facing inwards, and with my master blocking my view, I couldn't see what she looked like. I only saw that she was wearing a pink palace dress, her delicate, jade-like hands clasped over her stomach. Just by looking at her figure and attire, I knew she must be a beauty similar to my mistress; after all, if the daughter was so beautiful, the mother couldn't be far behind—the daughter inherited half of her mother's genes! (General circumstances, exceptions are generally disregarded.) My master walked to the woman's head, gently stroking her hair a few times, and said, "

Madam, I've come to see you. How are you today? I came to see you yesterday but didn't have a chance to talk to you. It's all those two damned good-for-nothings' fault; they can't even serve properly, making you suffer. Today I've found a servant who knows how to serve you."

After saying that, she pointed at me and said, "This is the one I just found to serve you today. His name is Mute Boy.

He used to serve our daughter Rong'er. Rong'er often praised him for being clever, quick-witted, reliable, and diligent. So I called him here to serve you... Mute Boy, come and greet Madam!"

I hurriedly went to the bedside and kowtowed to Madam, then knelt on the ground and made several sign language gestures to my mistress (sign language: Please rest assured, Madam, I will serve you well!). "Hmm, very good! Madam, look how obedient Mute Boy is. After I cure your illness, I'll have him serve you tea and water and clean the house. Don't worry, Rong'er won't have anyone to serve her..." Just as I felt my legs were going numb from kneeling, I suddenly heard my mistress say, "You may all leave. Mute Girl, go and arrange a place for Mute Boy to stay! I'll talk to Madam for a while!"

I quickly stood up and, together with Mute Girl, bowed to my mistress and Madam, and quickly withdrew!

Once outside, we exchanged a glance and the mute girl and I almost simultaneously let out a long sigh. Looking at each other, we couldn't help but laugh silently. By the light of the luminous pearl, I carefully examined the mute girl (because she had just come out of the tomb and her mind was elsewhere, I hadn't seen her clearly, and later, when we went back into the tomb, she was ahead of me, so I hadn't had a chance. When the master was here, I didn't dare to breathe loudly, my heart trembling with fear, afraid of doing anything to anger the master, so I had no time to look at anything else). She had long, smooth black hair, a snow-white forehead, delicate, curved eyebrows like willow leaves, and bright eyes that were looking at me curiously. She had a high, straight nose, a cherry-like mouth that wasn't too big or too small, and a pointed chin.

Perhaps because she had been in the tomb for so long, her face and exposed skin were very, very white, even whiter than snow in winter.

Although her overall appearance wasn't as beautiful as the young lady's or the madam's, she was still the most beautiful maid I had ever seen. However, her figure seemed better than the young lady's. Her full breasts were clearly visible even through her loose clothing, along with her round, large buttocks, long legs, and small shoes… The seemingly startled expression I saw at the tomb entrance earlier was gone (her clothes were too loose to see clearly, but I vaguely sensed she had a better figure than the young lady). (There's something I don't understand now: men are stronger than women, but their chest muscles aren't as big, and their buttocks aren't as attractive. Ever since I saw the young lady that day, I've been secretly looking at her while showering… but I haven't seen anything appealing. After a while, it becomes boring, and I don't feel the same way I did when I saw the young lady. I've finally come to the conclusion that men and women's bodies are different! Men's chests and buttocks aren't as big as women's, and their skin isn't as white.

Men also have a penis, and their legs are hairier…) As for the lady, I didn't dare look at her earlier because the master was there, so I'll leave that aside for now. After looking at her once, I suddenly felt she exuded a mature and captivating radiance that I couldn't see in the young lady.

After sizing each other up for a while, the mute woman said, "Come with me." (Sign language) I quickly replied, "Okay, I'm new here. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future." (Sign language)

The mute woman immediately smiled and gestured, "Yes, little brother, you're so obedient and sensible. Even the mistress praised you! We've never had a male servant here before. You're the first man besides the mistress to come in. You're so young and you've already won the mistress's favor. I'll need your help a lot in the future!" (This wasn't a tai chi exchange; it was a sign language conversation.) Looking at her sudden smile, I felt dizzy. Before I could respond with my sign language, she turned and left, so I had no choice but to put down my hand and follow her.

The mute woman "told" me that there were several rooms in the corridors on both sides of the main hall (the first room), specifically prepared for us servants who served the mistress. There used to be three rooms, but the other day, the two servants made a mistake while serving the mistress... so she was alone now, and with me, there were two.

I couldn't help but think of the two mute girls who had been beaten to death by their master. It must have been them. I needed to be extra careful in the future and never follow in their footsteps.

In the long corridors branching off from the main hall, there were eight stone houses in total—four on the left and four on the right. The mute girl had arranged for me to stay in the second room on the right side of the left branch, right across from me.

At the end of the left branch, there was another corridor connecting to a secret passage about ten meters long. The passage was one meter wide and two meters high, used specifically for delivering meals or other purposes. Next to the corridor was a storage room of about seven square meters, where meals were usually delivered and eaten.

Outside the secret passage was a small open space with two thatched huts: one a latrine and the other a bathhouse. It was also very close to the kitchen, just across two peach groves.

There were no luminous pearls inlaid in the left corridor, but they were still clearly visible thanks to the light filtering through the hall. After the mute girl opened the mechanism of the second stone room on the left, she took out a tinderbox and led me inside. She lit the lamp on the wall and said to me (in sign language): "Wait here for a moment, I'll get you a blanket!"

After the mute girl left, I looked around at my future living space, which was about five square meters. Apart from an oil lamp hanging on the wall and a stone bed in the center of the room, there was nothing else. How shabby... I had no idea what day or night, or how much time had passed! Every day, I wiped the lady's face, combed her hair, and cleaned the room. More than a month passed like this, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the tomb.

Fortunately, I could go out for a while to relieve myself and take a bath, to breathe in the outside air. The peach blossom forest that I used to be tired of seeing now seemed vivid and lovely.

Ah, I really didn't want to go back, even just to stay outside a little longer. I let out a comfortable sigh, slowly shook my little brother, and slowly pulled up my pants. What used to take two or three minutes has now dragged on for ten minutes.

Ugh, if I don't get out soon, someone might come looking for me in the outhouse. Thinking back to how I used to live, and looking at myself now, it's like heaven and earth. A surge of resentment welled up in my mind towards the young lady. Why did you have to leave the island? Now I'm living like a ghost! Just a silly, dull-witted man, why bother with all this?

Chapter Three:

The sky was still clear, the wind still gently caressed the earth, the trees still swayed, and the air was filled with the scent of nature. Half-dead, I went outside and was immediately met by a pretty face filled with anxiety and panic.

I didn't need to look to know who it was. It was the night I was transferred here by my master. After my master left, it was already evening. That day, all the shocks and frights had left me mentally and physically exhausted. Although I wasn't used to the environment, I didn't want to eat; I just wanted to sleep.

That day, I had just lay down on the bed that the mute girl and I had made together, and I was about to fall asleep. The stone door clicked open from the outside (since the stone doors in the tomb all require mechanisms to open, there was one both inside and outside). It was probably the mute girl; I wondered what else she wanted. I quickly sat up in bed, and saw the mute girl come in carrying a pair of blankets.

Didn't I already have a blanket? Why did she bring another one?

I looked at her in confusion!

Seeing my questioning gaze, the mute girl placed the blankets on the bedside table, her face flushed, and after a long, hesitant pause, she said (in sign language): "Can I sleep here for the night? I'm afraid of the dark… please! She even bowed repeatedly to me…" I was stunned! My mind went blank, and I stared at her blankly.

So she was timid and afraid of the dark; she couldn't even sleep alone in her own room. How did she manage to live alone before… Seeing her almost crying, my heart softened, and I subconsciously nodded!

She was overjoyed and thanked me again, quickly adding a blanket to my bed, then taking off her shoes and snuggling under the covers to sleep fully clothed!

I never imagined someone her age would be afraid of the dark! I wonder how she survived before. It's true what they say, everything has its counter, just like how someone as clever as Miss left the island for a fool… Never mind, I shook my head. Don't think about it too much, I'm tired after a long day, let's sleep. I didn't even blow out the lamp, didn't even take off my clothes before collapsing into bed… It turns out the mute girl was particularly timid and afraid of the dark. Before, it was alright, there were three of us to sleep with.

Back then, it wasn't so bad, but ever since the other two mute girls were taken away by the master and never returned! Suddenly, she was all alone in the tomb. She lived in constant fear and anxiety, unable to eat well during the day or sleep well at night. In her most panicked and helpless moment, I was transferred by the master to serve the mistress. Suddenly, my heart was filled with new hope, like a cripple who had lost his crutch suddenly being given a wheelchair. She immediately made me her pillar of support, following me everywhere, even to meals and sleep. She'd even wait for me outside the outhouse… I couldn't believe she was thirty-two; (she told me) she was younger than a nineteen-year-old like me… When she saw me come out, she rushed over and said in sign language, “Why did it take you so long? I was so worried! Let's go back quickly, what if the master goes to the tomb and no one opens the door, and can't find us?” She grabbed my arm and hurried us back. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. How could she blame me? She insisted on coming along; how could she blame me if no one opened the door?… Back in the tomb, I didn't have much to do. It was as if she was making up for it; she did everything without me lifting a finger. Of course, she didn't want me to comb her hair or wash her face, but I insisted, so I kept it… Seeing such a beautiful woman every day made me feel a little better. It wasn't like I was completely useless in the tomb; at least I couldn't see such a beautiful face outside. I could look for as long as I wanted. I asked the mute lady what illness she had, but she didn't know. She only knew that this illness made the lady unable to move, speak, or feel anything happening outside... When I learned this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Heaven is jealous of beauty! I never imagined that someone as beautiful as the lady would suffer such torment! I couldn't help but think that it must be because the master had committed too many sins, indiscriminately killing innocent people. I wonder how many servants on the island he had unjustly murdered. That's why God punished his beloved lady with this strange illness!

The lady was completely implicated by the master! My hatred for the master deepened even more... Sitting next to the lady, staring blankly at her face, although I was only nineteen, I was already in the throes of puberty, my heart filled with curiosity about matters between men and women.

After looking at the lady's delicate and slightly pale face due to illness for a long time, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. What if... what if... Suddenly, I seemed to feel the master's cold, murderous eyes shooting towards me. I couldn't help but shiver and snap out of my reverie.

I glanced around nervously. Besides myself, the lady lying in front of me, and the mute girl wiping things on the floor, there was no one else in the room. My heart, which had been pounding, finally relaxed.

Thinking about my predicament, I couldn't help but sigh. I was just a lowly servant on Peach Blossom Island, my personal freedom restricted. My life was in danger; I might displease my master one day and be dragged out to feed the fish. And yet I had the mind to think about such unrealistic things. Who knew how much longer I would have to live in this dark, godforsaken place… A perfectly healthy person locked up in a cemetery for the dead, unable to leave freely.

Aside from the master's visits only a few times a month, I would enthusiastically communicate with the mute cook who delivered my meals using sign language every day. After wiping the lady's face and combing her hair, I would simply stare at her beautiful face in a daze. Now, apart from when the master came to visit the lady, I felt like a half-master in this tomb, able to do whatever I wanted. Of course, I couldn't stray too far from the mute girl, or she would search the whole place for me again… Over this period, I discovered that the mute girl was not only timid but also lacked initiative. If I told her to go east, she wouldn't dare go west; if I told her to sit, she wouldn't dare stand. She was always submissive. This gave me a feeling of being the master. After all, I was still young and used to being bossed around. Suddenly, I found myself being able to boss others around. At first, I was excited and directed her to do this and that.

But after a few days, once the novelty wore off, I felt bored and stopped bothering her. After all, she and I were both pitiful people.

Watching her occasionally turn back and grin foolishly at me… While it's true that a beautiful woman's smile can be captivating, and she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen on Peach Blossom Island besides the Madam and Miss, if you were to see her smile like that hundreds of times a day for a month, you'd probably feel the same way I did!

I could only silently accept her "foolish grin."

Although it was a false alarm, it still made me lose my dazed state. I looked around and saw the mute girl busily wiping the animal fur carpet, which was already spotless. I felt a pang of guilt for letting her do so much these past few days. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to help.

Suddenly, I stood motionless behind her busy figure, unable to move.

Because the two of them lived in the same room, and no one on the island had ever taught us servants about the difference between men and women, and besides, male and female servants were always separated, and they would never interact unless there were special circumstances, there was no way a male and female servant would sleep in the same room... Every night, the mute girl would undress in front of me, even though she only took off her outer garment, leaving her in just a white coarse bodice and undergarments. But I was still stunned, unable to sleep, my mind filled with that alluring sight, just like when I first saw the young lady. It also ignited a desire I had never experienced before, causing me immense torment.

Even now, thinking about it makes my mouth dry, and it feels like a raging fire is burning in my chest, growing ever stronger, making me irritable and volatile. I want to vent but don't know how. This strange feeling has never happened before; it's all "the mute girl's fault."

She seemed completely oblivious, utterly unguarded, doing nothing to avoid me. Sometimes, even after undressing, she would walk right in front of me without a care… Her full, round buttocks, tightly encased in those baggy, coarse cloth panties, swayed with each step, exuding endless allure… I stared blankly, following my gaze, and saw her buttocks, raised high in the air from her kneeling position. The buttocks, usually hidden by the thick black pants, now revealed their distinct cleavage, their true form fully exposed.

The layer of coarse black cloth that usually obscured her view now clung tightly to it, revealing the shape of her panties.

Standing behind her, I looked at those extremely full, round, hill-like buttocks, slightly upturned. A long, deep cleavage separated the full, high mounds of flesh, forming two full, high-rising mountains of flesh, overflowing with sensuality.

I really wanted to touch it, to take a bite… Stimulated by this sudden thought, my mind went blank, and my trembling right hand involuntarily reached up… I felt something gently kneading my buttocks. Turning my head, I saw that it was the mute boy who had somehow appeared beside me, touching my buttocks. I turned away and continued rubbing them without a care.

When I first touched them, they were warm, smooth, and full of elasticity. The feeling was indescribable, and I couldn't bear to let go. I couldn't help but touch them with my left hand as well. At first, I gently stroked and kneaded them, but gradually my hands increased the pressure. Each hand held one of the fleshy mounds, each one too big to grasp with one hand. Sometimes I pulled them outward, sometimes I squeezed them together, sometimes I moved them up and down, sometimes I moved them left and right, causing the two fleshy peaks to constantly change shape, creating waves of fleshy buttocks. This made my mouth dry, my chest tight and my breath short, and my body temperature continued to rise. I felt like my whole body was about to explode, an awkward feeling of wanting to vent but not knowing how. He unconsciously increased the pressure on his hands, suddenly feeling the buttocks he was playing with trying to break free of his control, moving forward rapidly, trying to escape.

Startled, he instinctively grabbed the moving buttocks, pulling them back towards him with too much force, causing them to slam against the small tent-like opening between his legs. Their hips pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other unexpectedly as the buttocks struggled… He was suddenly pulled backward, startled. This mute boy was being so mean today! Why was he acting differently? He was actually playing with my buttocks! A woman's instincts kicked in, a vague sense of unease rising within her, but she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, so she didn't dwell on it.

Although being played with by him felt a little shameful, there was also a strange pleasure she'd never experienced before—a tingling, numb sensation spreading from her buttocks, making her feel weak and limp all over. Ah, what a comfortable feeling! Unable to resist the increasingly pleasurable sensation… Suddenly, the hand caressing my buttocks tightened its grip, pinching me sharply. Instinctively, my body jerked forward, trying to escape the culprit causing the pain. Before I could react, I was pulled back, my buttocks pressed tightly against the mute boy's crotch. Because the boy held on tightly, I struggled a few times, but gave up when I couldn't break free. I

felt something hard pressing against my buttocks. Even through two layers of coarse cloth, the tightness made it hard and slightly warm, and it even seemed to throb. Was it because my unconscious action had angered the boy, and he was about to hit me with a stick, or…? I was instantly terrified and dared not move. The struggle of the mute girl had caused my crotch to rub against her buttocks, sending an indescribable electric current straight to the depths of my brain, as if reaching my soul, making my body feel lighter. This

sudden pleasure filled me with doubt! What's going on? I've never felt this way before, but it feels so good, so comfortable. My crotch pressed forward a little more, chasing the pleasure from before, gently rubbing against the mute girl's full, round buttocks through my pants. Instantly, a smooth, warm touch came from my hardest spot, and the comfortable feeling that had made my whole body feel like it was floating came back to me. The more I rubbed, the more pleasurable it became, and the faster the friction gradually increased, the more intense the pleasure became. As the pleasure became clearer and more intense, it felt like my whole body was on fire.

Before long, the pleasure rising from the rubbing area seemed to reach its peak. It felt like I was about to urinate, and as soon as the urge arose, I couldn't control myself and urinated. Just as I was enjoying it, this feeling appeared. Before I could even react, my whole body was suddenly overwhelmed by a pleasure a thousand times stronger than before, leaving my mind blank. My head involuntarily tilted back high, all the muscles in my body tensed violently, and my little stick in my crotch erupted like a volcano, shooting out streams of hot fluid.

After the heat dissipated, I felt refreshed and invigorated. Even the pent-up rage that had plagued me for days vanished. My body seemed to float away, leaving the stone tomb and drifting in the sky with the white clouds. All my strength seemed to have been released with the heat, and I lay dazedly on the mute girl's back

, panting. The heat gradually cooled, slowly wetting our trousers. After a while, I finally got up from the mute girl who was lying on the ground. My crotch felt cold and sticky, very uncomfortable! Just like that morning… Looking at the mute girl's trousers between her legs, an oval-shaped wet patch about the size of a palm appeared before my eyes, glistening in the pearly light. It seems I'm not the only one who needs to change clothes... (Because of the previous morning's experience, I wasn't curious that her pants were wetter than mine; I just thought: she was under me, so of course she was wetter than me...)

Chapter Four:
Night. The dim yellow light filled the entire stone chamber. A silent battle was taking place on the only large bed in the chamber. A pretty woman of about thirty was huddled at the head of the bed, tightly wrapped in the blanket, especially with her hands covering her buttocks inside the blanket. Her face was flushed, and she was shaking her head desperately. Her long, flowing hair flew around with the movement of her head, and an intoxicating fragrance of her hair slowly spread around, further fueling the man's desire.

The nineteen-year-old boy, his face flushed, gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with a bestial light as he stared at the woman wrapped in the blanket, his hands gesturing wildly... "I'm so angry! What's wrong with letting me see? It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh! I just want to see, really, mute girl, please..." "Really, I just want to see, I absolutely won't hurt you..." "Just one look, okay? Just one look..." "Are you going to let me see or not? You really won't let me see?...?" "My hands are sore, but she still won't." (Mute people communicate using hand gestures and sign language. Around the age of twelve to eighteen, during puberty, they are filled with curiosity, fantasies, and impulses about sex and the opposite sex. Even the slightest contact with sex can trigger a strong fascination and desire, much like smoking marijuana. Therefore, when they learn that rubbing their penis against a woman's body can produce intense and indescribable pleasure, it's like a male animal in heat. Trying to interrupt its release is like an old man eating poison – it's suicide! I believe everyone understands this.) When I wanted to see the mute girl's naked buttocks, she wouldn't let me. I pleaded and begged for half an hour, but it was to no avail.

My patience was wearing thin, and the fire in my chest burned ever brighter. I had no choice but to use my trump card. If that didn't work, then don't blame me for being impolite. Although I was only nineteen, I was confident I could handle the mute girl! ... Sure enough, she obeyed. Hehe, with her timidity and fear of the dark, as long as I knew what she feared most, I could use that to threaten and intimidate her, and she would obediently submit... Although I only agreed to do it this once, once would lead to a second time, then a third, a fourth, a fifth... In the lady's room, at first I didn't think anything of it, but when he pinned her down and played with her wantonly, although no one had taught her the difference between men and women, she vaguely sensed something was wrong based on her innate female instincts, but she didn't stop him.

As he pressed his hips against her buttocks, rubbing and squeezing them, a sensation that started as a tingling itch gradually transformed into a pleasure that could make her lose herself in it for a lifetime. A liquid, not urine, seemed to flow from that shameful place between her legs. She was completely incapable of moving or thinking, utterly lost in the pleasure rising from her buttocks… When she vaguely awoke, she felt a cool, sticky discomfort between her legs. She tried to get up to change, but the mute boy was still on top of her, preventing her from getting up… When he pulled her up to go back to the room to change, she saw wet stains on both her and the mute boy's pants. Moreover, her wet patch was more than twice the size of the mute boy's. She had actually wet her pants, and even soaked the mute boy's pants. The thought had barely crossed her mind when she felt so ashamed that she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She wondered if he had noticed... Actually, she didn't object to what happened last time. Although she knew it was somewhat inappropriate, she couldn't quite pinpoint why. Besides, the feeling was really good, an unforgettable, intoxicating sensation that she probably wouldn't want to give up... But this time, he actually wanted her to take off all her clothes... How could she do that? It was too embarrassing. She had never been naked with those two women before, let alone a man. Even though he was only twelve, it was still unacceptable... Wearing clothes was already her limit! Besides, what would it look like if the two of them were naked and embracing each other... Just thinking about it made her whole body heat up, her heart race, and her face was probably bright red. At the same time, a strange sense of fear and excitement arose within her! But due to a woman's innate restraint, coupled with her fear, no matter how he pleaded, she simply wrapped herself in the blanket and shook her head in silence.

Ultimately, however, she couldn't escape and succumbed! Why was she so weak-willed, so afraid of the dark… She took off her clothes one by one under the blanket and threw them aside, then slowly crawled down, burying her head deeply in the pillow. Whether from shame or fear, tears involuntarily streamed down her face, falling onto the pillow… A mixture of fear, panic, helplessness, anticipation, hope, and a touch of excitement rose within her as she watched what was about to happen… Watching her slowly throw her clothes to the side of the bed, then slowly crawl onto the bed with her back to him… her mind was already drawn to the alluring curves of her full, round breasts. Even through the blanket, I could see those breathtaking mounds, so large and round… The dryness returned, the air seemed to grow hotter with each breath, and my body and mind were intensely excited. My little penis stood erect and throbbed slightly. It was irresistible; I never imagined the mute girl's buttocks were so alluring. I pounced on them!

The moment I touched them through the blanket, I felt a sudden tremor in the body beneath, and her buttocks tensed, but quickly softened with my caresses. Looking at the mounds of flesh, deformed in my hands for the second time, even through the blanket, a sense of satisfaction rose within me. It felt like I owned the world with her in my hands—it was amazing! As the satisfaction rose, my heart gradually calmed down. It wasn't just about venting my physical desire anymore; a love I'd never felt before welled up within me. I wanted to protect her, care for her, cherish her… I slowly kneaded and stroked those two mounds, letting them sway and flatten in my hands, changing their shape at will.

But after all, I was just a nineteen-year-old boy. Soon, the feeling from before vanished, replaced by annoyance at being caressed and played with through the blanket.

Perhaps the caresses had relaxed the mute girl; the blanket no longer tightly bound her body, but draped loosely on the bed, easily lifted to reveal the alluring beauty beneath!

Excitedly, I slowly pulled the blanket up from her feet, and the scene beneath finally came into view: a pair of small, exquisitely beautiful feet, slender and graceful calves, rounded and long thighs, and snow-white skin. So delicate, so perfectly slender, so breathtakingly long, so stunningly white. Even the words I'd secretly learned from the young lady over the years couldn't describe the feelings I had at that moment.

The moment I lifted the blanket over those two fleshy mounds, my eyes widened instantly, as if about to burst from their sockets. My heart pounded wildly, and I was completely dazed… Only one thought occupied my mind: My God, what… what beautiful buttocks! They're even a third bigger than the young lady's… The full, round, beautiful buttocks before me were like exquisite porcelain, radiating a pure, magnetic sheen under the warm glow of the oil lamp! Their color was no less than that of pearls. The muscles on those mounds seemed tense and shy, making them appear even more elastic and alluring.

The two captivating, round, full mounds were tightly pressed together, forming a deep, enticing cleft, completely exposed to my burning gaze without the obstruction of clothing.

I didn't even notice the blanket falling from my hands onto their backs… Was this their true face? So beautiful! So gorgeous! So tempting! Seeing its true form for the first time without clothes, I was stunned by its perfect and alluring shape, completely mesmerized, my mind blank, and drool quickly dripped from my mouth onto the bed… It took a while to regain my senses. I wiped the drool still dripping from the corners of my mouth and reached up to touch its white ankles. So smooth, so soft… I continued upwards until I finally touched it.

I grabbed one in each hand and gently kneaded it. Warm as jade with a slight coolness, round, wide, firm, and incredibly elastic, each pinch and knead sending ripples of flesh through me… It looked so tempting, and felt so soft, instantly igniting my desire! My groin hardened like iron, and I felt an overwhelming urge to ejaculate. For a virgin who had never seen such a mature and alluring female body, this was incredibly stimulating and tempting!

He quickly stripped off his clothes, grasped his erect, nine-centimeter-long, finger-width, white and tender little penis, and pressed it against the two mounds of flesh. Due to the position, it pressed right into the center of the mounds, disappearing instantly into the deeper, more tightly clenched flesh... "Uh... Heh heh..." A groan, seemingly of extreme pleasure, escaped from the mute boy's mouth... His eyes widened as if glaring ahead, a blissful smile on his face, his hands tightly wrapped around his lower back, his buttocks pressing down hard, his lower back and leg muscles taut indifferently. Tight, intermittently exhibiting irregular twitches… Suddenly, a stream of white fluid shot out from the crevice above the mound of flesh, scattering onto the blanket covering the mute girl's back, then quickly flowing down her exposed buttocks and back. Then, seven more streams of the same white fluid gushed out, sprinkling onto the blanket, her buttocks and back, and flowing down the slope… How shameful! She was crawling, her naked buttocks being seen… As he grabbed and kneaded, that feeling from last time returned, many times stronger than before… What was happening? Why did being touched on the buttocks feel so good?

Could she have contracted some disease that made her body abnormal? A sense of panic rose within her! As those hands rubbed and kneaded her buttocks, waves of tingling, electric-like sensations slowly rose, growing stronger and stronger, rapidly spreading in all directions, soon making her limbs weak and powerless. Her body and cheeks also became unusually hot, and a glimmer of hope quietly rose within her. He wanted to knead and pinch harder, never stopping. Slowly, her legs became wet, and drops of moisture dripped onto the white cotton quilt pressing down on her crotch, the damp marks spreading out in circles like ripples on water.

The shame and nascent fear in my heart were quickly dispelled by the increasingly pleasurable sensation... I vaguely felt a hot and hard penis suddenly pressing down into the tight crevice of my buttocks, instantly growing larger, harder, and hotter. With a series of throbbing and bouncing movements, drops of hot liquid, like rain, intermittently splattered onto my exposed buttocks and back... What was that? It felt like so much had fallen on my buttocks. I subconsciously reached out my left hand and touched it, propping myself up with my right arm, turning my head to the left and opening my somewhat blurry eyes to look at the unidentified liquid on my left hand a few inches in front of my face.

It was white, thick, and made a sizzling sound when I rubbed it with my fingers. It was so sticky, and it even seemed to have a fishy smell, but the smell actually seemed quite pleasant. As if drawn by some unseen force, he moved his head forward slightly, sticking out his tongue to lightly lick it: a fishy smell mixed with a hint of stench, a little salty, and also carrying a uniquely alluring aroma. He didn't seem to find the taste repulsive; in fact, it was quite pleasant… Seeing her turn her head, he saw her long, slightly disheveled hair falling to either side, and a pair of bright, watery eyes, as if brimming with captivating spring water.

Her cheeks were flushed, her small, red lips slightly parted and twitching from her panting, and her delicate nose—something he had never seen before, as if radiating an alluring

spring passion that directly stimulated his soul, causing his slightly softened penis to harden again. He then saw her gently lick the fluid from his own body that covered her hands, seemingly smacking her lips, as if savoring its taste. My mind went blank for a second, and I was completely dizzy. My penis, which had been slightly hard just moments before, suddenly swelled to its maximum size. It felt like something was tearing at the head of my penis, and a burning, stinging pain shot through me. Thankfully, the pain only lasted for a moment before disappearing. Only one voice kept whispering in my mind: She...she ate...she actually ate what came out of my urethra...and she didn't even flinch! It seems like that stuff was pretty good...My excited hands gripped my buttocks tightly and kneaded them haphazardly, spreading the white fluid that had been scattered on my white, tender buttocks all over my buttocks. Under the dim yellow light, it glistened like two round, white, tender pears covered in white juice, shiny, sticky, and tempting.

Squeezing from both sides towards the center, making the two fleshy mounds clamp even tighter around the still-inserted penis, I used the crevice rubbing technique I'd accidentally discovered before, rubbing my erect penis haphazardly against my buttocks to enhance the pleasure. I was instantly enveloped by the warm, tight, smooth, and incredibly elastic sensation.

That pleasure was many times greater than rubbing through clothing. The first time, unprepared, the tightness alone was enough to make me ejaculate instantly. The second time, being prepared, I didn't ejaculate as quickly.

As time passed, after a while, he gradually mastered some techniques, pulling the penis upwards from between the buttocks, and thrusting and squeezing it forwards, backwards, and downwards, gaining even greater and stronger pleasure... In a stone chamber of the Peach Blossom Island cemetery, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was seen hugging and pressing down on a mature, plump, glistening, and alluring white buttocks, rapidly thrusting in and out. A somewhat tender, white penis moved in and out of the deep cleft of the buttocks, and every now and then a tender, red, snake-head-like fleshy ball would peek out from the top of the cleft, like a happy little fish darting in and out. As the head of the white penis secreted a few

drops of lustful fluid, the cleft of the buttocks became wetter and slipperier, making it easier to thrust in and out, and even making a sizzling... lewd sound. The once clean buttocks were now soaking wet, and a thin layer of white foam composed of obscene fluid clung tightly to the slightly swollen head of the penis as it moved in and out. As it emerged, white bubbles rose; as it entered, they quickly shrank and disappeared… The boy's thrusting arc and speed gradually increased, the sounds of his abdomen slapping against her buttocks growing louder and faster.

Slowly, two peculiar scents emanated from between her buttocks, mingling and merging in the air, creating an obscene atmosphere that echoed throughout the stone house with the increasingly rapid breathing of her two legs… As streams of white fluid gushed from her pink buttocks, the stone house slowly returned to its former tranquility!

Only the dim yellow light remained, flickering on the walls…

[The End]

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