My dear man

The poem goes: "Everyone loves a woman's skirt, but Old Wan, though familiar with her, can't forget her. The young man casually savors and touches her, saying, 'My stepmother is such a good mother.' He also says, 'The capital is no fun; better to return home, like an immortal.' His wives, concubines, and maids are as beautiful as flowers; the old man, lost in his own world, flies to the balcony." Now, when Wang Laowan heard the beautiful woman mention a knife, he was so startled that his manhood recoiled violently. He thought Yu Niang was ashamed and wanted to commit suicide. Then, as Yu Niang hurriedly saw the old man retreat, the itching inside her was unbearable. She angrily cried out, "Why did you retreat? Quickly, bring me a knife!" Wang Laowan, hearing that he meant no harm, mustered his courage and asked, "What do you need a knife for?" Yu Niang thought to herself, "Foolish thing," but her words were as sweet as candy: "My dear man, didn't you say you couldn't get in? I need a knife to make a cut so we can do it. Are you going to give it to me or not?" She continued her sweet talk, pulling at his penis, lamenting that it had suddenly shortened, and how it would be a pity if she couldn't reach her clitoris later! "Take it!" Wang Laowan, hearing that his words were for his own good, cheered inwardly. The hard object grew a little larger, and Yu Niang, seeing this, was delighted and said aloud, "Good boy. Longer, longer!" Meanwhile, Wang Laowan unfastened the sword from the bedside, his heart pounding, his wrist trembling wildly. He looked at the high, overlapping mound of flesh and thought, "Why is it higher again? Perhaps it's swollen from the blisters!" "Hurry! Take it!" Yu Niang, seeing the three-foot-long sword, was filled with greed: "If he had such a treasure, even if it meant death, it would be enough." Laowan, seeing the shimmering, trembling object, dared not touch it. He feared cutting his skin and causing bleeding—that would be terrible! "Quick! Quick! Quick! You old fool!" Yu Niang, unable to contain herself, couldn't help but scold Laowan. "Wife, this old man dares not!" Laowan's face was full of fear. "What do you mean, 'I wouldn't dare!' Watch me!" Yu Niang snatched the sword, her right hand slipping inside her right thigh, probing to her clitoris, hooking two fingers upwards to create an opening, and then lowering the sword tip downwards. "Ouch!" he cried out in surprise. Wang Laowan was terrified, thinking the sword had pierced her flower chamber. "It's alright! A scratch is nothing, consider it blood, my lord, just consider it deflowering me!" Yu Niang used several fingers from each hand to tear open the lace of her lower garment, and with a "whoosh," a bunch of red, white, plump, and warm things sprang out, making Wang Laowan's soul almost leave his body. In the past, when they made love, it was in the dark, and they just grabbed and shot randomly, only knowing that they had the naked eye. He had never seen such a sight before. "Fool, aren't you going to do it?" Yu Niang's breath was hot and steamy, and her crotch was also steaming. Between the two glistening purple labia, a pink and tender wrinkled flesh had a wide-open, watery, seductive eye, but no pupil. Wang Laowan knew that she was annoyed by his slow reaction, but he was not angry. He thrust forward and plunged into that single eye. With a "thud," Yu Niang swallowed the hard thing, but she was still calling out, "Is there more? Is there more?" Laowan was surprised and blurted out, "Each person only has one, how can there be more?" Yu Niang said angrily, "If you had two, that would be the most precious thing in the world. I'm asking if you can grow any longer?" Laowan gave a strong thrust and answered, "That would be the best!" Yu Niang cheered happily. She knew that she had been given this person and this thing by heaven and that it would not grow any longer. She could only tighten her grip, twist and turn, and seek stimulation in many places, burning with desire. Wang Laowan felt an intense heat inside, as if he had just been bathed in a basin at birth, hot and comfortable from the inside out. At first, he obeyed Yu Niang's instructions, but later he ran like a wild horse. He thrust eight or nine hundred times in one go. He was exhausted, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and his body felt as if it no longer belonged to him, just thrusting and retreating, retreating and thrusting. "I, I, I'm about to lose it," Wang Laowan said, his face contorted with bulging veins. "Quick, quick, quick, pull it out!" Yu Niang fell down from her high, protruding hips, freeing her hand to grip the old man's purplish-black, hard member. Its head, like an egg, bounced and thrashed about like a rabbit. Yu Niang knew it was about to ejaculate, so she made a ring around the glans, trying to force the semen back so they could continue their passionate encounter. But the old man's mind was elsewhere; he seemed to want to ejaculate his very soul. Seeing the glans suddenly turn over, Yu Niang knew it was unstoppable. "Whoosh!" Sticky, fluffy white fluid shot out like locusts, covering his face in a smear. After he finished, Wang Laowan said happily, "My lady, I've always been confused by the song 'To die under the peony is to die a romantic death.' Now that we've met, I believe it's true. My lady, if I can enjoy this every night, you can be my mother, and I'll be willing." Yu Niang originally wanted to continue to satisfy her craving, but hearing the old man's words, she knew he wasn't interested for the time being. She wanted to show off her flute and pipe playing skills, but she was afraid of scaring Laowan away, so she had to hold back, thinking: I'll show my skills after I take over this house. Wang Laowan, his vital energy greatly depleted, felt drowsy but fearing Yu Niang's ridicule, he sipped tea to stay awake. Yu Niang, still aroused, continued to urinate, her body glistening with a spiderweb-like substance, long and short, incessantly. At first, Laowan covered his face with his hand, peeking only through his fingers. But seeing Yu Niang's composure, he knelt down to observe, finding it strange and exclaiming, "How strange! Your urine is like silver threads. At this rate, wouldn't it take half a day to urinate?" Yu Niang covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "My lord, you are too naive. This is essence, not urine. If a blind man didn't notice, he would smell its fragrance and taste its sweetness. I know that drinking this regularly can preserve one's vital energy, nourish the complexion, and prevent disease." Laowan shook his head without speaking. Yu Niang poured out the remaining tea, which he caught, taking a sip and swallowing. Only then did Laowan believe her. He drank the entire cup in one gulp, finding no strange taste, only a sweet and smooth flavor, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth. Seeing that he was being sensible, Yu Niang parted her jade-like legs, lay supine on the edge of the bed, and allowed Lao Wan to lick them all. Lao Wan was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head. Yu Niang said in a flirtatious tone, "My lord, who do you think I am? I know you are old and your vital energy has just been greatly depleted, leaving you feeling unwell. So I found a secret method to nourish you, and you're acting all shy and hesitant. I've really gone to great lengths for you!" Lao Wan hurriedly tried to stop her, "My lady, please calm down. I've lived ten years too long and never knew the pleasures of human relationships could be like this. My lady, please offer your dew, and I will drink it all." Yu Niang turned her head with delight, still lying supine on the edge of the bed, her mouth... He taught her the art of oral sex, and Lao Wan tried it out, but couldn't quite get it right. Yu Niang's arousal subsided, her vulva returned to its flat state, and a sword wound, about an inch long and one-tenth deep, was visible on the left side, with pale red blood flowing freely. Yu Niang finally felt pain, and Lao Wan exclaimed in surprise, "So you really are injured! Didn't you feel any pain then?" Yu Niang grinned and scoffed, saying, "When you're at your most aroused, as long as someone is with you, even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, it doesn't matter, let alone a mere external wound." Lao Wan thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He saw that Yu Niang's face was flushed, even more tender than before. His desire surged, and his penis twitched several times. He wanted to continue, but Yu Niang refused, saying, "This can only be done when you are interested. My heart is already set. If you force yourself on me, it will only lead to unpleasantness and ruin your next time. Besides, I have a wound in my private parts and need to rest for a few months." Wang Laowan silently agreed. He took five ingots of silver from the cabinet and handed them to Yu Niang, saying, "Take some of this to buy some things." Yu Niang flicked her sleeve and said angrily, "What kind of person do you think I am? If you didn't want to marry me, even if you had thousands of taels of silver, I would consider it dirt." Laowan said anxiously, "I want to marry you, but I was afraid you would find it unacceptable. Now that we have become husband and wife in secret, as long as you don't regret it, how could I break my promise! Take this silver and spend it first. I will definitely marry you in a grand and glorious way." Yu Niang took the silver, straightened her clothes, and left reluctantly. Wang Laowan, reluctant to part, reflected on his actions and realized his carelessness. In his haste for pleasure, he hadn't had time to remove Yu Niang's clothes and catch a glimpse of her beautiful skin. Now, all he could think of was the image of her warm, white flesh, her breasts exposed, and the fragrant warmth of her body. He also imagined the sweet scent of her vulva. Wang Laowan licked his lips and tasted blood. Looking in the mirror, he saw his mouth was covered in blood, and was shocked. But then, he found it strangely amusing. He realized that when he had tasted Yu Niang's tender vulva, the blood from a wound near her genitals had gotten on his lips. The more he thought about it, the more wondrous it seemed. His manhood suddenly sprang to life. But with Yu Niang gone, how could he release his pent-up desire? He grabbed the blanket Yu Niang had used as a cushion, closed his eyes, and pretended to be holding her, thrusting haphazardly. "Huh!" Wang Jing slipped in and was quite surprised to see his father lying on the bed, rolling around in his blankets. Hearing his son's exclamation, Wang Laowan quickly stopped him. Afraid that Wang Jing would see the hard object, he bent down and sat on the bed. His mouth was parched, and he urgently called for Wang Jing to pour him tea. "Huh! Father, what did you just eat?" Wang Jing saw his father's pink lips and assumed he had secretly eaten something delicious, and was very displeased. "I didn't eat anything!" How could he say such a thing? Wang Laowan was determined not to speak, but Wang Jing persisted, leaning closer to look, and exclaimed in surprise: "It smells like raw meat, like rouge, it smells so good! That's right. Father must have eaten that woman." "Nonsense!" Wang Laowan was itchy and angry, but his eyes crinkled with endless laughter. Wang Jing shouted: "How did it taste? Tell me!" "Extremely delicious! Fragrant, hot, and sweet—in short, nothing in the world can compare." Wang Laowan was completely captivated. "I want some too!" Wang Jing exclaimed regretfully. A poem testifies to this: A clever woman feigns to drive away mice, an old man raises his manhood. With three claws and two hands, he pulls down the trousers, the hard object eyeing the exquisite thing. Abruptly, he can't do good. His prestige is completely lost. The slut's lust is so great, she makes the old man's mouth melt. The child calls out "Wonderful Meow," declaring he wants to touch it too. Now, after Wang Laowan and Yu Niang made love, he felt suddenly enlightened, his eyes brightened, and he couldn't forget Yu Niang's wonders. Unable to resist, he quickly prepared gifts and went to the matchmaker's house to arrange the marriage. Although Yu Niang stayed indoors, she frequently glanced out the window. At this moment, recalling those cabinets of gleaming, alluring yellow and white objects, her heart pounded. She thought: That old man, though not bad at lending money, is like a newborn child, inexperienced. I'll marry him, and wholeheartedly teach him; if he's happy, I'll be happy too. That evening, the matchmaker came to propose marriage. After a few words and a mutual agreement, they immediately chose an auspicious day for the wedding ceremony.The wife entered the bridal chamber. Someone joked that evening, presenting the couple with a couplet: Horizontal scroll: "Replacing the old with the new"; Left scroll: "Two sets of old portraits adorn you, concave and convex, mismatched yet matched in every way"; Right scroll: "A newlywed couple, mutually affectionate, sleeping again and again, all is sleep." Wang Laowan, having achieved his wish, drank several cups, his face flushed and heart pounding, staggering as he entered the bridal chamber, only to find Yu Niang sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, her head covered by a veil. He chuckled, "Wife, it's just the two of us now, what's the point of this? Take it off, I'm already too hot!" Laowan, while rambling, rushed over and hugged Yu Niang tightly. Yu Niang remained unmoved, and said in a deep voice, "Husband, although I am a withered flower and a weak willow, I am now your lawfully wedded wife. As the sage said, 'Men are in charge of external affairs, and women are in charge of internal affairs.' I am also the mistress of the house, so you should entrust all the household items to me, so that I may truly live up to my title." Wang Laowan only sought pleasure in their embrace, and pointed to a small box beside his pillow, saying, "I have nothing of great importance in my house, only a few chests of silver. The keys are here. If you like them, my lady, please take them." Seeing his frank words, Yu Niang guessed that he was telling the truth and was overjoyed. She lifted the veil, revealing a pretty, rosy face, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that shone with boundless spring. Today, he had dressed up specially, wearing a long, floral-patterned dress and bright red satin embroidered shoes. His breasts were prominently displayed, their tips subtly visible. His waist was slender enough to be grasped, and his full hips rolled gracefully around him. Wang Laowan, his eyes glazed over, thought to himself, "Such a beautiful woman! Tonight, I'd gladly die nine times over to enjoy this heavenly beauty." He whispered, "My lady, last time I was too busy to savor your beauty. Tonight, let me feast my eyes on you." Yu Niang, seeing his interest, was also pleased. She lowered her head and whispered, "From now on, I am yours. Do as you please. How could I refuse!" "Lao Wan suppressed his burning desire, but his manhood suddenly sprang up, rubbing against Yu Niang's soft, warm thigh, almost throbbing. Yu Niang reached out and grabbed it, gently rubbing it, and murmured, 'Good boy, don't panic, we'll take care of it later.' Lao Wan reached out and unbuttoned Yu Niang's front button; four out of the six buttons were already undone. Yu Niang said shyly, 'My dear man, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to undo it all at once, so I took it off first.'" Old Wan was grateful. He gently removed his long skirt, revealing smooth, rounded shoulders, jade-like arms, and a pink bra. His flat stomach and rounded navel were displayed, revealing a myriad of exquisite features. Old Wan was captivated, a burning desire rising from his lower abdomen and instantly spreading throughout his body. He quickly tore off his outer garment, revealing his usual physique. His penis, however, was like a swung steel whip, or a general in a red helmet, imposing and full of fury. He himself found it strange that his member was so magnificent today! Perhaps it had found its rightful owner. Old Wan hurriedly looked towards Yu Niang's private parts. He noticed that her usual undergarments were missing, which puzzled him. Then he heard Yu Niang greet him, "Since you finished last time, I haven't worn undergarments! I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you, so please don't laugh." "How dare I! How dare I!" Wang Laowan was overjoyed and ecstatic, his hands trembling unsure what to do, standing there for a moment. Then he lifted Yu Niang's bodice and rolled it up, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts. Round like imperial white porcelain bowls, full and firm like long, thin winter melons, they trembled in the wind and quivered in stillness, tender and shimmering white. Wang Laowan was ecstatic, grabbing and pulling them tightly, afraid his old hands might chafe the delicate skin. As he gently held those exquisite things, he lost all sense of place. He murmured a prayer: "My lady, please don't blame this old man for being so rough; I simply couldn't help myself." He lowered his head and gently sucked on the bright nipple, which instantly swelled and lengthened, like a gemstone embedded in jade, exquisite in one spot, exquisite throughout. "My lady," he said, "how can my rough skin match your delicate flesh!" "Old Wan felt ashamed. Yu Niang kept tugging at his penis, unconvinced: 'As long as the young man works hard, the husband can still penetrate.' Old Wan looked down again. The candlelight flickered, the shadows overlapped, and it was hard to see clearly. He could only see a tuft of dark hair. Old Wan was shocked: 'Wife, how come you've grown a beard after just a few days?' Yu Niang smiled and replied: 'It wasn't that it wasn't there last time, but my husband favored my fairy cave, and besides, I don't understand literature, so the hair didn't appear. If my husband doesn't like it, then cut it off!' Yu Niang must have missed it for a long time. Her vulva was wide open, her red lips turned outward, and white, bright liquid flowed out. It flowed down her thighs to her heels. Old Wan looked closely and saw that at the bottom of the tuft of hair, there was a small, red thing the size of a soybean. He couldn't help but play with it with his thumb, finding it very interesting. He said: 'Today I've made a great discovery! My wife has also grown a small penis!'" "Yu Niang felt her heart flutter with every pull, as if her entire heart was contained within that small object. The thing, like a penis, grew harder and longer with each pull, like a plum pit, sharp and full. Old Wan continued to play with it. Yu Niang felt a burning, numb, and tingling sensation throughout her body, seemingly unable to bear it, yet unwilling to ask the old man to stop. Even more strangely, it felt as if a ball was inserted into Yu Niang's vagina; the pointed, round object outside moved, and the hidden ball inside bounced. Yu Niang felt extremely pleasurable and couldn't control herself; her vagina seemed to spring out of thin air..." She rose, her face flushed and flushed, muttering incessantly; nothing could be more ecstatic. Yu Niang's vulva itched unbearably, so she grabbed Lao Wan's penis and tried to insert it. Lao Wan had no choice but to stop what he was doing and began thrusting in and out. With just one thrust, he felt his penis covered in a slippery, sticky fluid, like a pastry coated in sweet syrup, making thrusting exceptionally smooth. It was tight on the outside and wide on the inside, like a large hall with a small door; one could enter upright and move sideways inside. Yu Niang… He stood erect, his body stiff and arched, motionless, his breath coming in a faint gasp. Wang Laowan, unaware that his essence was about to be released, continued thrusting rapidly, squeezing out gushing fluids like flying catkins—a spectacle Laowan had never witnessed before. Suddenly, Yu Niang cried out, as if waking from a deep sleep. He thrust forward, embracing Laowan tightly, and remained motionless. Inside their love nest, however, a chaotic, tumultuous scene unfolded, a myriad of changes. Laowan… He felt a torrential downpour, again and again, drenching his penis until it throbbed and a surge of heat shot out from his lower abdomen, making him dizzy and disoriented. He knew he had ejaculated. They huddled together, drifting into a deep sleep. A poem testifies to this: "Old lovers, new room, wedding night, familiar path, the lover explores the bud. By chance, he touches the cherry, a myriad of wondrous methods leading to the climax. The beauty is pleasing, the lover works tirelessly, both climaxing in a blissful sleep."Breaking through that tender skin, as he gently grasped that exquisite thing, he lost all sense of his surroundings. He murmured a prayer: "My lady, please forgive my roughness; I was truly overcome by passion." He lowered his head and gently suckled the glistening nipple, which instantly swelled and lengthened. Like a gemstone embedded in jade, its beauty was exquisite throughout. "My lady," he said, "how can my rough skin be worthy of your delicate flesh!" The old woman felt ashamed. Yu Niang kept tugging at his penis, unconvinced: "As long as the young man works hard, I can still stab him." Wang Laowan looked down again. The candlelight flickered, the shadows overlapped, and it was hard to see clearly. He could only see a tuft of dark hair. Laowan was shocked: "Wife, how come you have grown a beard after not seeing you for a few days?" Yu Niang smiled and replied: "It wasn't that I didn't have one last time, but my husband favored my fairy cave. Besides, I don't understand literature, so the hair didn't appear. If my husband doesn't like it, then cut it off!" Yu Niang must have missed him for a long time. Her vulva opened wide, her red lips turned outward, and white, bright liquid flowed out. The fluid flowed down her thighs to her heels. Old Wan looked closely and saw a small, reddish-brown thing, about the size of a soybean, growing from the base of her pubic hair. His childlike heart remained, and he even wiggled it from side to side with his thumb, finding it very amusing. He exclaimed, "I've made a great discovery today! My wife also has a small penis!" Yu Niang felt her heart flutter with each tug, as if her entire heart was contained within the tiny thing. The thing, like a penis, grew harder and longer with each tug, like a plum pit, hard and full. Old Wan continued to play with it. Yu Niang felt a burning, numb, and tingling sensation throughout her body, seemingly unable to resist, yet unwilling to ask the old man to stop. Even more strangely, it felt as if a ball was inserted into Yu Niang's vagina; the round, pointed object on the outside moved, and the hidden ball inside bounced. Yu Niang felt extremely pleasurable and couldn't control herself. Her vagina seemed to rise out of thin air, her face flushed, her body agitated, and she murmured incessantly. Nothing could be more intoxicating than this. Yu Niang's vulva was unbearably itchy, so she grabbed Lao Wan's penis and tried to insert it. Lao Wan had no choice but to stop what he was doing and began to thrust in and out. In just one thrust, he felt his penis covered in slippery fluid, like a pastry coated with sweet syrup. It was particularly smooth to thrust in and out. It was tight on the outside and wide on the inside, like a hall with a small door open. He could move in and out upright, but he could roll around horizontally inside. Yu Niang straightened up, her body stiffened, forming a hard bow shape, and she did not move. Her breath was faint. Lao Wan had no idea that she was about to ejaculate. He just kept thrusting rapidly, squeezing out the fluid, which gradually gushed out like flying catkins. This was a great spectacle that Lao Wan had never seen in his life. Suddenly, Yu Niang cried out "Ah!" as if waking from a deep dream. He thrust forward, embracing Lao Wan tightly, and remained motionless. Inside their love nest, a tumultuous, turbulent world unfolded, presenting countless changes. Lao Wan felt as if a torrential downpour had drenched him, again and again, making his penis throb and pulsate. A surge of heat shot out from his lower abdomen like an arrow, making him dizzy and disoriented. He knew he had ejaculated. They clung to each other, falling into a deep sleep. A poem testifies to this: "Old lovers in a new chamber on their wedding night, the familiar path leads the lover to explore. By chance, he touches the cherry blossom, and all the wondrous methods lead to their destination. The beautiful woman is pleasing, the lover works tirelessly, and together they ejaculate, embracing in a spring slumber."Breaking through that tender skin, as he gently grasped that exquisite thing, he lost all sense of his surroundings. He murmured a prayer: "My lady, please forgive my roughness; I was truly overcome by passion." He lowered his head and gently suckled the glistening nipple, which instantly swelled and lengthened. Like a gemstone embedded in jade, its beauty was exquisite throughout. "My lady," he said, "how can my rough skin be worthy of your delicate flesh!" The old woman felt ashamed. Yu Niang kept tugging at his penis, unconvinced: "As long as the young man works hard, I can still stab him." Wang Laowan looked down again. The candlelight flickered, the shadows overlapped, and it was hard to see clearly. He could only see a tuft of dark hair. Laowan was shocked: "Wife, how come you have grown a beard after not seeing you for a few days?" Yu Niang smiled and replied: "It wasn't that I didn't have one last time, but my husband favored my fairy cave. Besides, I don't understand literature, so the hair didn't appear. If my husband doesn't like it, then cut it off!" Yu Niang must have missed him for a long time. Her vulva opened wide, her red lips turned outward, and white, bright liquid flowed out. The fluid flowed down her thighs to her heels. Old Wan looked closely and saw a small, reddish-brown thing, about the size of a soybean, growing from the base of her pubic hair. His childlike heart remained, and he even wiggled it from side to side with his thumb, finding it very amusing. He exclaimed, "I've made a great discovery today! My wife also has a small penis!" Yu Niang felt her heart flutter with each tug, as if her entire heart was contained within the tiny thing. The thing, like a penis, grew harder and longer with each tug, like a plum pit, hard and full. Old Wan continued to play with it. Yu Niang felt a burning, numb, and tingling sensation throughout her body, seemingly unable to resist, yet unwilling to ask the old man to stop. Even more strangely, it felt as if a ball was inserted into Yu Niang's vagina; the round, pointed object on the outside moved, and the hidden ball inside bounced. Yu Niang felt extremely pleasurable and couldn't control herself. Her vagina seemed to rise out of thin air, her face flushed, her body agitated, and she murmured incessantly. Nothing could be more intoxicating than this. Yu Niang's vulva was unbearably itchy, so she grabbed Lao Wan's penis and tried to insert it. Lao Wan had no choice but to stop what he was doing and began to thrust in and out. In just one thrust, he felt his penis covered in slippery fluid, like a pastry coated with sweet syrup. It was particularly smooth to thrust in and out. It was tight on the outside and wide on the inside, like a hall with a small door open. He could move in and out upright, but he could roll around horizontally inside. Yu Niang straightened up, her body stiffened, forming a hard bow shape, and she did not move. Her breath was faint. Lao Wan had no idea that she was about to ejaculate. He just kept thrusting rapidly, squeezing out the fluid, which gradually gushed out like flying catkins. This was a great spectacle that Lao Wan had never seen in his life. Suddenly, Yu Niang cried out "Ah!" as if waking from a deep dream. He thrust forward, embracing Lao Wan tightly, and remained motionless. Inside their love nest, a tumultuous, turbulent world unfolded, presenting countless changes. Lao Wan felt as if a torrential downpour had drenched him, again and again, making his penis throb and pulsate. A surge of heat shot out from his lower abdomen like an arrow, making him dizzy and disoriented. He knew he had ejaculated. They clung to each other, falling into a deep sleep. A poem testifies to this: "Old lovers in a new chamber on their wedding night, the familiar path leads the lover to explore. By chance, he touches the cherry blossom, and all the wondrous methods lead to their destination. The beautiful woman is pleasing, the lover works tirelessly, and together they ejaculate, embracing in a spring slumber."

In the third episode, father and son joined forces and each got what they deserved.The poem goes: A fairy cave is born, its beauty boundless on Jade Peak. Old Wan specifically seeks out the fairy cave, while his mischievous son only desires to climb Jade Peak. Each gets what they want, they sleep together, making the eighty-year-old man of the capital laugh. It is said that Old Wan married Yu Niang, openly admiring his charm, while Yu Niang admired his wealth. Both were satisfied, and on their wedding night, they engaged in passionate lovemaking. Unexpectedly, the old man accidentally grabbed Yu Niang's "little penis" and began to vigorously tease it, causing Yu Niang to ecstatically ejaculate. Old Wan, with a few gentle prying motions, melted the hard, iron-like penis. From then on, they were newlyweds, inseparable, always at ease. Old Wan even seemed to regain his youth, his forehead wrinkles gradually diminishing. Yu Niang, who went to bed late and got up early, gradually felt restless. So she discussed with the old mansion owner and bought two maids, one named Jin'er and the other Yin'er. She then put on the airs of a mistress, intimidating the two young girls into being timid and hesitant. Wang Jing, seeing that his house suddenly had such beautiful young women, lost interest in going out for a stroll. He kept pestering Yu Niang, wanting her to sleep with him. The old man smiled and remained silent. Yu Niang scolded him, but he was shameless and just chuckled before turning around to tease Jin'er and Yin'er. Jin'er and Yin'er were about the same age as him, and were also half-awake and half-asleep. They hadn't yet experienced the ways of the world, and being girls, they were naturally shy. Whenever Wang Jing took out his little penis and poked around, they would blush and run away. Wang Jing would then pester his stepmother, and Yu Niang, seeing his cleverness, eventually didn't find him too offensive, allowing him to glare at her and playfully rub against her thighs. Wang Jing gradually grew bolder, sometimes even tickling and pinching his stepmother's breasts through her clothes. Yu Niang would smile, her eyebrows arching and flashing, seemingly angry yet delighted. Wang Jing always felt unsatisfied and was determined to find an opportunity to truly conquer her. One afternoon, in the warm breeze, Wang Jing and Yu Niang took a nap. The old man slept soundly, exhausted from their relentless lovemaking, and took the opportunity to catch up on his sleep. Yu Niang couldn't sleep. She thought to herself, "I have money, and I have a man. Life is far better than before. But I still feel empty. Why? It's because Lao Wan is getting older. His stamina is limited. Apart from his commendable performance in our first marriage, he's been quite weak lately. Sometimes he only thrusts three or five hundred times, and sometimes he ejaculates as soon as he's penetrated. Although he tries to compensate by playing with his 'little penis,' it's still not as comfortable as the stimulation of that hot, throbbing rod." Yu Niang thought again, "I'm in my thirties, in the prime of my life. Without a strong man to keep me entertained, how can I keep up with this half-hearted game? His son is funny, but he's too young; he's not good enough. Life isn't enjoyable." Yu Niang was preoccupied with seeking pleasure, and her desires surged like a river. The numbing sensation was tingling and burning, uncontrollable. Seeing the old man still fast asleep, he lifted the covers and undressed him, only to find the old man's limp member lodged between his legs. The glans was crooked, the single eye a mere slit, surrounded by a ring of grayish-brown, wrinkled skin. It resembled an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, with thick, black hairs growing at the base, and a sack of orange peel hanging down below—quite comical. Yet, this comical thing stirred his heart, and Yu Niang's vaginal fluids overflowed. She smeared his "black beard" into a brush. Yu Niang's jade-like hands formed a ring, pinching and pulling at the limp member. It seemed to have just woken from a deep sleep, stretching out its head to look around, slowly straightening up. Yu Niang felt a sense of intimacy and decided to taste it, taking the smooth, round head into her mouth, sucking and licking, the slapping sounds like fish jumping in water. The object instantly hardened, becoming several times thicker and twice as long as before, its glans swollen like an egg, its shaft erect like a spear. Its entire body was covered in veins, like twisted earthworms, with hairs standing on end at the base. Yu Niang, already impatient, flipped over and straddled Lao Wan's waist. With one hand, she spread her vulva, and with the other, she guided the hard penis into her opening. She lowered her hips, swallowing it completely, the red and white flesh inside spreading outwards, the vaginal fluid gushing out. Yu Niang thrust and pulled repeatedly. She pumped vigorously for about five hundred times. At first, she felt the glans touching her clitoris, a tingling, itchy sensation that was incredibly pleasurable. Later, she felt empty, unsatisfied, all because of the abundant vaginal fluid, which caused the penis to shrink back, while the vaginal canopy stretched longer and longer, causing Yu Niang's dissatisfaction. She cursed wildly, wishing Lao Wan had a horsewhip! Despite her anger, she continued her actions. Yu Niang had no choice but to rest for a while, then lay down on the old man's crotch again, sucking his glans and pulling at his penis. When it was swollen and thick, she sat on top of him again, rubbing and manipulating it, enjoying herself immensely. Meanwhile, Lao Wan, who had already woken up, saw Yu Niang's new tricks and, wanting to reap the benefits, pretended to be asleep. Yu Niang followed his penis several times. His soul seemed to rush to his glans and be sucked away, drifting aimlessly, unaware of the time. He secretly thought: "If I could play like this for the rest of my life, without eating or drinking, I would feel perfectly content. Even if my soul left my body and I died, it would be a great blessing." Later, he actually drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Wang Jing, having no interest in studying, quietly slipped out of the private school. Knowing Yu Niang's afternoon nap habit, he flew back like the wind. Jin'er and Yin'er were still asleep, and the house was quiet for a moment. Wang Jing went straight to Yu Niang's bedroom. Reaching the door, his heart tightened and ached. He involuntarily stopped, wondering: "Father should be going to his shift by now. What time is it? He should be out by now!" He thought, "What about her? Anyway, she's not my biological mother. Even if I sleep with her, the ancestors won't blame me." Young and lustful, he leaned lightly against the door. The door opened a crack, and before he could peek, strange sounds from inside captivated him. *Pop, pop, pop*, like a sow munching on its food. *Ah, ah, ah*, like the sounds of a woman's pleasure! "Heavens! Doing that in broad daylight!" He longed for it, but had never witnessed it firsthand. Today, by sheer chance, he'd witnessed it. His little face flushed with excitement, his beady eyes gleaming. He leaned gently against the door, and with a soft creak, it closed halfway. Wang Jing looked up and saw his father lying on the bed, his stepmother straddling him. They were moving rhythmically, her pink shoulders heaving, her tender flesh shimmering. The boy was mesmerized. His mother, facing inward and busy, didn't notice the intruder. He was completely absorbed in his work; even if bandits were digging for silver, he felt it was none of his concern. As the poem says: Family matters, national affairs, world affairs—none of these matter. Suck on him, kiss him, tease him, he is my dearest. Wang Jing was momentarily stunned, completely bewildered. He didn't know his own name or why he was there. His heart pounded and trembled along with his stepmother's back. Yu Niang didn't know how many thrusts she had made; she only felt an intense desire. What annoyed her most was that his penis wasn't long enough, and nine times out of ten it missed her clitoris. If it had failed every time, she would have lost interest long ago. But then, unexpectedly, it would thrust in once or twice, making Yu Niang feel like she was flying in ecstasy. She really hoped it would go all out, but it would miss again and again. Just when the tingling sensation subsided, it would thrust a few more times. This went on and on, leaving her unsatisfied and unwilling to give up. She had no choice but to continue the battle. Yu Niang couldn't help but cry out, "My dear man, my sweetheart, if you were just a little longer, that would be enough!" Hearing her cry, Wang Jing finally came back to his senses. He saw his stepmother suddenly straighten up, as if to stand up, but then half-squat. A strange "rip" sound followed, and his father's large penis emerged, red and white semen gushing down. He then saw his stepmother raise her round buttocks, and between her two plump, tender mounds of flesh, a tightly bulging, peach-red and green mouth, its lips swollen and curled. As if stung by a wasp, Wang Jing wondered, "My stepmother is only thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, how come she has no teeth!" It turned out that young Wang Jing, seeing the opening and closing of the vulva within the red lips, assumed that women had an ear, and if there was an mouth, there were teeth. This was childish thinking; no wonder he was so astonished. Meanwhile, Yu Niang lowered her head and swallowed the penis whole, sucking and tugging at it like a female dog chewing on a sausage. Wang Jing, seeing his father motionless and his stepmother devouring his penis, assumed his father had been tricked and shouted, "Don't do this! Don't do this!" Yu Niang, startled by the man's voice, fell silent, forgetting to expel the hard object, which was now pressed against her throat, causing her to choke and gasp for breath. Seeing them both motionless, Wang Jing asked in surprise, "Why aren't you moving?" Yu Niang rolled her eyes, finally regaining her breath, and hurriedly spat out the object. She turned to look at Wang Jing. She couldn't help but scold, "You little rascal, who let you in? Get out of here!" Wang Jing, his neck stiff, retorted, "You killed Father too!" "You scoundrel!" Yu Niang laughed and scolded, "He's probably dozing off! A child like him, he doesn't understand fun." Just then, Lao Wan yawned, and the two thought they had woken him, but the old man simply fell asleep again. Yu Niang waved her hand and said, "Child, hurry up! I have important things to do." Knowing his father was alright, Wang Jing's mischievous nature flared up, his bright eyes fixed intently on her. Yu Niang's bouncing breasts, saliva dripping from her mouth, and the sweet taste of her own milk flowing from the corners of her lips, she couldn't bear to look away. Yu Niang's vulva was unbearably itchy, as if countless nine-toothed rakes were digging and picking at her heart, causing her extreme discomfort. Seeing that Wang Jing wouldn't leave, she ignored him, resumed sucking on his penis a few times, then turned over and sat up, this time facing away from Lao Wan. Strangely enough, this change had an immediate effect; his penis almost always hit Yu Niang's G-spot, causing a tingling, itchy, and pleasurable sensation, far surpassing her previous pleasure. Yu Niang's lustful nature was awakened. Her hands flailed wildly, one hand holding her own penis, the other squeezing and playing with her swollen, round breasts. Wang Jing's eyes followed the movement of her nipples. Seeing his stepmother's wantonness, a burning fire seemed to ignite within him, and his penis became hard and erect. Shaped like a tender bamboo shoot, rosy and white, or like a peeled Bauhinia vine, it was firm, but too small. Wang Jing pulled down his trousers, looked at his father's penis, then at his own, and felt it was far inferior. Yu Niang teased, "Little one, don't be impatient, it'll grow bigger eventually. Ah, my dear, it itches, scratch it for me." Wang Jing jumped up excitedly, eagerly asking, "Scratch where? Scratch where?" Yu Niang was in a state of extreme urgency.Every part of his body felt unbearably itchy, especially his breasts. He patted his own round member with his hands, unable to open his eyes or speak. Wang Jing, wanting more, grabbed one nipple with each hand, twisting and rubbing it incessantly, muttering incoherently. After a few rubbings, seemingly feeling it wasn't enough, he rested his head on Yu Niang's chin, biting and sucking the purplish-red tip, moving left and right, busy as a bee. Wang Jing couldn't explain the pleasure, only feeling a gong-like sound in his heart, intoxicating and ecstatic. Yu Niang played with the old man's penis, Wang Jing sucked on Yu Niang's breasts, and the old man dreamt of a fairy being combed by him. The three of them got what they wanted; the details are self-evident. Now, Yu Niang let out a cry and fell from a height, her legs tightly gripping the old man's penis, her eyes rolling back, lying motionless on the bed like a dead dog. Wang Jing, having nowhere to go, cried out in desperation. This woke up Lao Wan, who sprang to her feet and launched a surprise attack on Yu Jie, slapping her repeatedly until she ejaculated profusely. Wang Jing saw his father's semen spraying onto his stepmother's back, droplets resembling tadpoles, and found it amusing. He said, "Father's urine looks like rice water." Then he saw a gush of white, shiny, thick substance flowing from Yu Niang's body and exclaimed in alarm, "Father, something terrible has happened! Stepmother has diarrhea, and strangely, it's white too!" "Fool!" Yu Niang smacked him on the head, "This is semen, you don't understand!" Wang Jing then tried to suckle her breasts, but Yu Niang stopped him, saying, "After you've had your fill, your body will be headless, and you can't touch it." From then on, the father and son slept in the same bed. Wang Jing only wanted Yu Niang's breasts, and Yu Niang taught him the techniques, which Wang Jing grasped immediately. Wang Lao Wan, seeing that her son was young, didn't take it seriously, but also found it amusing and entertaining. Who knew that one night, a neighbor, who was in charge of historical research, was released from his house. Hearing a commotion, he peeked through the window and saw the father and his two children huddled together, shouting and yelling. The old man thought it was a strange sight and told everyone the next day. Everyone spread the rumor, and in less than a day, half the capital knew about this amusing incident. It's true: if you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. A moment's respite led to half the city's stench. Yu Niang rarely went out and had no chance to hear about her family's affair. At first, Wang Laowan thought it was a story about a man, but after hearing the details, he was so embarrassed that his face burned. He hurriedly went home and told Yu Niang. Yu Niang pursed her lips and said, "What does it have to do with him? This is my family matter. Let them gossip all they want; we'll just enjoy ourselves!" Only then did Laowan put his mind at ease and let others talk as they pleased. Anyway, when he got home, he was still having a great time. This matter caused quite a stir, so Yu Niang thought, "Anyway, we have plenty of money. We can't spend it all in this lifetime. Lao Wan is getting old, and he probably doesn't have many more years to enjoy life. It would be better to persuade him to retire and return to his hometown. He can buy farmland and houses, become a wealthy landowner, and then live a carefree life as someone's servant. He can also have fun all the time." Yu Niang then told Lao Wan what she thought, and Lao Wan slapped his thigh and praised, "My wife is right! My retirement and return home will be a glorious affair!" Years passed, and guarding that gate every day was truly tedious. So Lao Wan resigned from his post, took his wife and children, and returned home in glory. He spent a thousand taels of silver to buy a plot of land over three hundred acres in the courtyard, truly becoming a respectable local gentry. The local county government knew he was originally a gatekeeper for the Yan family and treated him as a respected elder. Whenever the county government had any plans, they would send someone to deliver a notice to Lao Wan, who would then imitate the manners of an official, stroking his beard and saying a few pleasantries. While many things pleased him, many things also troubled him. Meanwhile, Yu Niang's lust grew increasingly intense; she sought pleasure day and night, and Lao Wan gradually found himself unable to cope. One evening, after their revelry, Lao Wan suddenly felt a chill in his lower body and was unable to move. Fortunately, Yu Niang was asleep with her head covered, so he used the heat to numb the cold, working on it for nearly two hours before he could move freely again. It was truly a case of: Practicing the art of pleasure behind closed doors, who knew that with age he would be so immobile? Only now does he realize that lust is a knife. Helplessly, his heart still yearns for the flesh. Meanwhile, Lao Wan grieved alone for a while. The next day, without the heart for pleasure, he went to the county town to wander aimlessly. The sorcerer Ma Chun, knowing his background, grabbed him and fabricated a story: "Sir, you have enjoyed a life of good fortune and carefree happiness. In recent years, your luck has been exceptional, and you have enjoyed all the pleasures of spring, but…" Seeing Lao Wan's stern expression, Ma Chun was delighted: He had guessed correctly again today! Therefore, he remained silent at crucial moments. Lao Wan took out two taels of silver and gave it to him, saying urgently, "Speak freely." Ma Chun pocketed the silver and continued, "However, his lifespan is limited. His great fortune coincides with a year of misfortune, which should be in five years. But, his ancestors were virtuous, and his descendants should receive high honors in three years. This is quite a coincidence. At that time, his descendants will be in office and will be overjoyed, which will surely reduce the misfortune that awaits him." Ma Chun himself did not understand the meaning. Lao Wan, however, kept it all in mind, feeling depressed and pondering it all the way. Returning home, Lao Wan pondered, "Five years is so short. I've toiled my whole life; I should enjoy myself while I still can. Yu Niang is alluring, but she's been with many men; she's very familiar with them. She's no longer fresh. I'll find a virgin to play with; wouldn't that be wonderful?" Having made up his mind, that night, Yu Niang straddled Lao Wan's head, ordering him to suckle her vaginal fluids. Lao Wan gladly swallowed them, inevitably experiencing a series of convulsions. He did his best, slapping her over eight hundred times. Yu Niang cried out, "My dear man, be good, I'm about to cum!" Lao Wan withdrew his penis, knelt between Yu Niang's legs, and waited. Hot, gushing vaginal fluids flowed like a flood; with a few soft sounds, Lao Wan swallowed it all. Old Wan also felt refreshed and knew that this thing had extraordinary effects. A thought struck him, and he said, "My lady, I have a request. Would you grant it?" Yu Niang, having had enough of her suffering, was in a good mood and replied, "My husband is the head of the household. You must speak up if you need anything. How dare I disobey?" Old Wan said shyly, "I am now fifty-four years old and will soon return to the underworld. Fortunately, I met you, my lady, and have realized how joyful life can be. Therefore, this old man begs your magnanimity to allow me to have one or two concubines. What do you say?" Upon hearing this, Yu Niang nearly fainted from anger. Her face turned pale, her brow furrowed, and she seemed about to explode. Old Wan, feeling guilty, quickly knelt on the bed and whispered, "My lady, please don't be angry! Consider this my humble request..." Before she could finish speaking, Yu Niang pondered, "At first, I thought his money was substantial, so I reluctantly married him. Then I noticed his penis was rather large, which suited my taste, so I suppressed my lust and devoted myself to him. But this old, ugly man is greedy and finds me too old and old. He wants to choose a younger woman for pleasure. What should I do? If I don't agree, he's now a respected man, and if I anger him, who knows what he might do? If I do agree, who will I tell my own body to? Fine! He's already destitute; if he takes a concubine, it will be like a burst dam, draining his resources. When he's gone, I'll enjoy my own pleasure." Yu Niang pondered for a long time, her face brightening. She gently helped the old man up and said softly, "My lord..." "Ten thousand taels of silver, adding a few more mouths to feed is nothing. I've had this thought before, but I worried about your advanced age, so I kept it to myself. Now that you truly have this intention, I will do my utmost to help you. How dare I hinder you?" Old Wan was overjoyed, embracing Yu Lang tightly, and kneading his breasts, intending to express her gratitude. However, her manhood was limp and unyielding. Seeing her pleasure about to dissipate, Yu Niang smiled slyly, took a handkerchief from her purse, and chuckled, "Master, when I left the capital, I met a former sister who gave me this. I had almost forgotten about it. Now, seeing you unable to get it, I've remembered its wondrous use." Old Wan knew her past life and didn't blame her. Seeing the small, clean, white handkerchief in his hand, she wondered what its purpose was. He asked, puzzled, "What good is such an ordinary thing?" Yu Niang remained silent, kneeling on the bed. She took Old Wan's limp penis into her mouth, but instead of sucking, she spat out saliva. Her fingers moved slowly, and before anyone could see, Old Wan's penis was completely wet. Yu Niang wrapped a small handkerchief tightly around Old Wan's penis and laughed, "Master, don't move. This thing is called the 'Erecting Penis Handkerchief.' Regardless of age, wearing this will make your penis erect in a moment, hard as cold iron, and prolonged intercourse will prevent ejaculation." Old Wan didn't believe her and was about to shake his head when he felt something unusual between his legs. Looking down, he saw his penis leap out of the handkerchief, thick, long, and hard, like a small hoe, unlike its usual state. It swayed and trembled like a drunken strongman, growing larger with each passing moment. Looking around, Old Wan finally believed in the handkerchief's miraculous effect and said to Yu Niang, "Madam, you should have used this thing earlier. I wonder if it's still usable?" Yu Niang put the "Qi Yang Pa" into her purse and said, "It works every time, sir, don't worry." "Yu Niang lay on the edge of the bed, shifting a pillow over her buttocks, revealing her plump, beautiful, red and white member high above her head. Her two red lips parted, revealing glistening, wet flesh. Lao Wan swallowed hard. He jumped down to the bed, stood between Yu Niang's legs, and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He pressed his small, hoe-like penis against Yu Niang's 'little penis,' gently rotating and rubbing it, without immediately thrusting into her. Lao Wan, having been trained by Yu Niang, had greatly improved his skills in bed. He rubbed against her until she cried out, but still didn't penetrate. He simply placed his penis on her vulva, the glans facing down, and twisted his waist left and right, rubbing until Yu Niang was in agony. Her labia enveloped his penis, unable to swallow it, yet unwilling to spit it out, her wetness flowing like a tide, dripping into her red embroidered shoes. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, glistening, sticky fluid gushed from her shoes." The overflow is not mentioned further. It is said that Yu Niang originally intended to make Lao Wan climax, because the "aphrodisiac handkerchief" was merely a temporary measure, only effective for a short time, not for a lifetime; frequent use would inevitably shorten one's lifespan. Why then did Yu Niang suddenly resort to this deadly weapon? It was because she was jealous of his desire to take a concubine. She ruthlessly drove Lao Wan towards the underworld, truly: a woman's heart is more venomous than a snake, secretly casting a death warrant. Lao Wan, however, felt that his body was already pleasing to her, and wanted to repay him with all her might. She carefully combed and gently massaged him, displaying her knowledge, lightly tapping and rubbing, using all her skills. Lao Wan's actions surprised Yu Niang again, making her realize that he had deep feelings for her. Thinking that soon someone would share her pleasure, she felt a surge of pride, but her private parts were itchy and hot, eagerly hoping for that iron rod to poke and scratch, and a surge of desire arose in her heart. Yu Niang, aroused by him, cried out, "My dear, come in! Come in!" "I'm so itchy, I'm dying!" Lao Wan heard her say.He knew the time was right. Without hesitation, he thrust forward, his penis thicker and longer than usual, reaching the very core of her flower with a single thrust. Old Wan was startled: "If I don't do it for a moment, a lump will grow inside!" He asked. "Wife, does it hurt? What's this thing?" Yu Niang was savoring the exquisite pleasure when she heard his ridiculous words. She groaned, "Good man, we've known each other for so long, and today I finally see your true heart. That thing is my flower core. Husband, just tickle it. If you have time, you can even take it out!" Upon hearing this, Old Wan had no more scruples. He thrust forward, squeezing left and right, teasing the flower core from above and below. He felt his own glans being hit so hard it was tilting left and right. At first, Yu Niang felt completely relaxed, but later she was terrified and fainted. Old Wan was exhausted, his throat rattling with thick phlegm, yet he couldn't bear to stop, continuing his frantic efforts. It was like pushing a cart uphill; reaching the highest, steepest point, he either had to grit his teeth and push on, or give in and retreat a thousand miles. It was truly a moment of soul-stirring ecstasy, a desperate display of heroism. But he was, after all, old and frail. Before reaching the peak of bliss, he suddenly lurched and fell. Old Wan felt a surge of heat erupt from the depths of his heart, gushing forth incessantly. He knew his yang essence had been released, and he secretly thought. “Yu Niang is still young, perhaps she can conceive. If she doesn’t realize it, I’ll conceive with her. Who knows, it might take root and sprout, a secret pregnancy might occur. The saying goes that my descendants will be blessed with official positions; could it be that time?” Old Wan thought to himself. Why did he exclude Wang Jing? Because he knew Wang Jing was foolish and incompetent, unable to study the classics or do anything proper. Therefore, he didn’t place his hopes on Wang Jing for an official career. But Old Wan was outmaneuvered by Yu Niang, because the essence stimulated by the external medicine was lifeless and unable to conceive. Yu Niang was unconscious for a while, then slowly returned. Seeing Old Wan’s limp penis, although she felt she hadn’t eaten enough, she had no choice but to give up. The next morning, Yu Niang was embroidering when she noticed a patch of gelatin stuck in the sole of a pair of embroidered shoes. The outside was thick and transparent, while the inside was a lovely red. Yu Niang woke Lao Wan, who, upon seeing it, laughed, "Truly a strange sight! I've never heard of such a thing!" Yu Niang then coaxed Lao Wan to eat the transparent substance as her morning tea. Lao Wan, unable to resist, knelt down and tried to suck on it. Touching it, she found it icy cold, realizing it had been solidified for a long time. Yu Niang then had Jin'er and Yin'er put it in a bowl, boil it, and mix in sugar. Lao Wan ate it, finding it sweet and refreshing, even better than white fungus or bird's nest. She exclaimed, "This should only exist in heaven! Even the emperor has never eaten it!" Wang Jing, hearing this, thought it delicious and insisted on eating it. A poem testifies to this: "In the east bed, during a passionate night, the embroidered shoes were filled with this gelatinous substance, too much to bear. Who would have thought that the cool autumn weather would arrive? The solidified gelatinous substance resembled jade." An old man, having boiled and simmered sugary food, exclaimed that such a thing did not exist in the world. A child, hearing of the official, rushed to snatch it. In a short while, the lewd substance was swallowed.

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