Dragon Charming Tiger Pretty

Xiao Muhu had reached a height of eight feet, possessing a powerful and imposing presence. Dressed in a black brocade robe, he stood with his hands behind his back. His martial arts skills were now fully developed, and he had avenged his great grudge, but he remained unmarried, a fact he felt guilty towards his parents.
"Hehe~" A gentle breeze blew through the sea of crimson flowers, accompanied by a clear, bell-like laugh. A silk veil veiled half a pretty face, revealing a small, rosy mouth. Her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes gazed at Xiao Muhu with delight, the corners painted a glistening crimson, making her appear like a bewitching elf, breathtaking to men!
Muhu's eyes widened as he stared at the woman, drool unconsciously dripping from his mouth. Like a wild beast, he prepared to pounce on the girl, but embarrassingly, his light-footed skills were useless at this moment. He

stumbled and fell as soon as he took a step.

"Oh, little fairy!" Dazed and confused, Mu Hu scrambled to his feet. Several of his erotic dreams had featured that dreamlike beauty, leaving him with an erection early in the morning, burning with desire. He needed to find a way to relieve himself quickly. Thinking of the little fairy's sexy appearance, Mu Hu rubbed his penis, looking rather lewd.

Something seemed off. Mu Hu looked at his penis; it was much whiter than before, or rather, his pubic hair was much sparser, leaving only a bare scrotum, making it appear whiter. What did it matter? What did pubic hair matter? As long as the size didn't change, it would just look smaller. Indeed, Mu Hu wasn't old, but his yang energy was abundant. And since practicing his martial arts, he had been having these dreams, forcing him to masturbate every morning. Otherwise, his penis, larger than most men his age, would always be a tent when he put on his pants. After masturbating

for a while, his hand ached a bit; it still felt a little lacking. The little fairy's appearance was still nowhere to be seen, leaving him wanting more. Helpless, he glanced around and saw a green silk handkerchief on the table. This! This wasn't Tang Yu's; she'd forgotten it on Mu Hu yesterday, and he'd just taken it back.

Mu Hu swallowed hard, looking at the handkerchief. It was so smooth; he brought it close to his nose, and there was a faint fragrance. Seeing his lust hadn't subsided, Mu Hu continued rubbing his penis with the handkerchief in his hand. Perhaps that fairy was Tang Yu. He then imagined Tang Yu's face, and it worked! "Ah…" His expression relaxed. Suddenly, Tang Wanli burst through the door, just in time to see Mu Hu ejaculating onto Tang Yu's handkerchief. His previously happy smile vanished, replaced by a stern and cold expression.

"…" Mu Hu froze, completely at a loss.

After some time, Mu Hu dressed and stood trembling beside Tang Wanli. Tang Wanli sat on a stool, one hand on the table and the other slapping his thigh. "What's wrong? You haven't avenged your great grudge, and you're thinking about these things. What kind of behavior is this?!"

Mu Hu shuddered. "No! This Nine Yang Divine Skill is too powerful. I have to extinguish the fire in the morning, otherwise I can't go out," Mu Hu explained.

"Shut up!!" Tang Wanli slammed his fist on the table, scaring Mu Hu into silence. "Using my daughter's things to masturbate, do you want to die?" Tang Wanli roared, throwing down the green silk handkerchief he had just used. "...I..." How could he explain this? Mu Hu was speechless.

"It's the father's fault if the son isn't taught properly. It seems Jianfan has spoiled you too much," Tang Wanli continued, then stood up, hands behind his back. "Mulong is much better raised than you, I'm at ease with him. So, from today onwards, I'll supervise your training and be your master."

"Ah…" Muhu seemed extremely unwilling, but what reason could he give? The only thing he could do now was to practice his martial arts well and let his uncle know his attitude so he could relax.

"Let's start today," Tang Wanli tossed out a pair of shoes. "Put on these medicinal shoes." Tang Wanli tossed out two pairs of cloth shoes.

Muhu picked up the cloth shoes, which were much smaller than his size. Could he even fit into them? Looking at Tang Wanli's tall back, Muhu felt a lot of pressure. He had no choice but to squeeze his feet into the cloth shoes after a while.

"These medicinal shoes will greatly benefit your training. Now you can start practicing." Tang Wanli went to the door, had the steward brew a pot of fragrant tea, then closed the door, sat down in a chair, and looked serious.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, Mu Hu had no choice but to put on his small cloth shoes and begin practicing.

Those shoes were made of an extraordinary material; normally, they would have worn out after a few steps, but their tightness meant they wouldn't break no matter how much you stretched them—in fact, they only tightened further.

As night fell, Mu Hu, still depressed from the day's events, couldn't concentrate. The small shoes were uncomfortable, and he suddenly focused his attention on Mei Ji's delicate, white feet. Mei Ji was explaining some techniques; she wasn't dancing, but her steps were graceful, her toes lightly touching the ground, moving along a central line, alternating steps—the movements were incredibly beautiful.
Mu Hu was mesmerized. These were dance moves! It seemed that to master martial arts or dance, one had to sit until it became second nature. If he could demonstrate his determination through his actions, wouldn't that change his uncle's sordid image of him? Mu Hu then began to observe Mei Ji's every movement.
Some time later, Tang Wanli arranged for Tang Yu to go to the Emei Sect for cultivation. Tang Yu made a fuss for a while, but ultimately couldn't resist her father and was obediently sent to the carriage. Mu Hu originally wanted to persuade Tang Yu to stay, but he couldn't face Tang Wanli. That shameful act was really too much—using his daughter's own body parts for self-pleasure would worry any father. So Mu Hu took on most of the responsibility himself, only able to prove his resolve through actions.

...

One morning, Tang Wanli was leisurely drinking tea in Mu Hu's room. "Hurry up!" he said after taking a sip. Mu Hu was hiding in a corner, relieving himself. Hearing Tang Wanli's urging, Mu Hu sped up his movements. After a while, his expression relaxed, and he walked towards Tang Wanli.

Tang Wanli picked up his teacup. Seeing Mu Hu approaching, his eyes widened as if he'd noticed something. "Wait, walk towards me again."

"?" Mu Hu asked, puzzled. But it wasn't a problem. He took a few steps back and walked towards Tang Wanli again. His feet, clad in small cloth shoes, moved only half a step at a time, always touching the ground with his toes, making almost no sound. He was starting to walk with a somewhat feminine air.

"Not bad~ Judging from the way you walk, it seems you've been working hard last night," Tang Wanli said seriously, stroking his mustache in approval.

"!" Mu Hu chuckled to himself, pleased to receive his elder's approval. He knew that his recent image collapse had made him respect Tang Wanli. Speaking of walking, it seemed to have become a habit from learning dance from Sister Meiji. Good! He'd found a way to prove himself and would walk even better next time. "Uncle, Mu Hu wants to ask you something," he suddenly asked, puzzled by the changes in his body.

"Go ahead..." Tang Wanli was much more amiable than usual.

"Um, will practicing this skill cause hair loss?" Mu Hu scratched the back of his head and asked.

"Hair loss?" Tang Wanli asked doubtfully.

"Don't believe me? Take a look." After saying that, Mu Hu took off his clothes and pants, and even exposed his penis. His body was completely hairless, his skin was a shiny tan, and his genitals were also bald. It was obvious at a glance.

Tang Wanli pretended to be puzzled and looked at him, then smiled. "Good! This is the sign of initial success in the divine skill." Tang Wanli slapped his thigh happily.

"!" Xiao Mu Hu's eyes widened, first in surprise and then in delight.

"Cleansing and transforming, rebirth from the ashes," Tang Wanli said confidently. "The Nine Yang Divine Skill, with its yang energy surging to the top, removes all impurities that cannot withstand this yang energy. This means you will be reborn and your power will greatly increase."

Wow! It's so powerful, Mu Hu thought.

"Alright, to congratulate you, I'll give you two divine artifacts." Tang Wanli then ordered his servants to bring two bottles of medicine and place them in front of Mu Hu. "One bottle is Heavenly Mountain Divine Water. After applying it to your body, your skin..." Tang Wanli choked up, as if he had forgotten something, "...will be covered with a soft film, comparable to a soft hedgehog's armor. If you apply it continuously for several months, your legs and feet will be immune to injury."

Mu Hu took the bottle and confidently opened it. A fragrant aroma wafted out, the scent of vibrant, blooming flowers. "So fragrant!" The smell was truly delicious. If he hadn't known it was medicine, Mu Hu would have drunk it to see what it tasted like.

"This bottle! This bottle of Fiery Divine Pills, I bought it from the Second Medicine King at a high price. Holding it in your mouth will greatly increase your power." This concoction flowed much better than the previous one.

Of course, for a twelve-year-old, his own uncle wouldn't lie to him. He had already been ignited by the flowery words, his inner desires awakened—powerful, fearless, just like in his dream. Without hesitation, he accepted the two bottles of medicine.

Several more months passed, and Mei Ji and Yan Niang had been taught all their dances. The two bid farewell to the manor.

Summer arrived, the weather became hot and humid, and people began to feel irritable. Some mosquitoes bothered them. Tang Wanli, fearing they might disturb their practice, prepared insect-repelling incense burners in their room every night. Mu Hu found this very helpful, as he slept soundly every night, often until dawn.

One late night, everyone in the courtyard was asleep, with only a bright moon in the sky. Tang Wanli, carrying a candle in his right hand, walked through the garden. His steps were strong yet cautious; not a single rustle of wind escaped his peripheral vision and hearing. Tang Wanli reached Xiao Muhu's room and knocked twice on the wooden door. "Muhu?" He knocked twice more. "Muhu? Are you asleep?"

Seeing no response, desire appeared in Tang Wanli's eyes. He raised his left hand, swallowed the pill he had been holding for a long time, and then gently pushed the door open with his left palm. "Creak..."

The room was dimly lit, with wisps of smoke rising from it. Tang Wanli was unharmed. He entered the room, quietly closed the door, and went to the bed. He leaned down and looked inside. Seeing that Muhu was sleeping soundly, unaware of his presence, Tang Wanli gently pushed twice, trying to wake him. He tried several times, but there was no movement; Muhu was in a deep sleep.

Tang Wanli's originally serious face gradually broke into a smile. He hung the candle on the hook above the bed, and the light inside the bed suddenly became much brighter. Mu Hu's bedding had been kicked to the foot of the bed. The weather was hot, and his white canvas nightgown was loose, exposing his chest and collarbone, which stood out prominently in an inverted V shape. His neck was slender and long, forming a line with his collarbone, which looked quite natural and beautiful.

Tang Wanli slowly unbuttoned Mu Hu's clothes, exposing half of his body. He placed his left hand under Mu Hu's head and neck, and gently lifted him up, letting him lie in his arms. Over the past few months, Mu Hu's changes were clearly visible. It could be said that he changed every day. He observed him carefully every day, and there was always something special about him. The more he looked, the more beautiful he became. Today, he had used a sleeping potion to make him completely slumped down, and he would definitely explore how much he had changed.

A woman with a broad, unattractive frame must undergo a thousand refinements to achieve a slender, graceful figure. Her facial bones must be sculpted to resemble an apricot, her collarbones defined, her shoulders narrowed, and her pelvis proportioned, all to accentuate her long legs and delicate hands—a truly exquisite sight.

Mu Hu drew closer, revealing her face. Her curly hair was smooth, black, and glossy, her rough hands untouched. She brushed aside her hair, revealing a delicate, fair oval face. Her cheeks were beautiful and smooth, her features exquisitely refined. Her fingers slid down her soft skin, tracing her peach-tip chin.

Tang Wanli, leaning forward, drew closer to her face. He couldn't see a single pore or impurity; her skin was as smooth as frost, a stark contrast to his own hands. He remembered when Mu Hu first entered; she was also a young master from a prominent family, but her complexion was similar to his, only slightly more delicate. He never imagined she would be so tender and beautiful now.

"Mmm...woo..." Mu Hu was fast asleep, her pink lips pouting slightly, revealing a contented smile. She leaned closer to Tang Wanli's chest, placing a small hand on his body.

Tang Wanli's heart surged. That lotus root-like, slender hand had no muscle left, its five fingers like slender scallion roots. Tang Wanli gently stroked up her arm, reaching her shoulder. The man's shoulders and neck were perpendicular, broad and strong, while Mu Hu's shoulders and neck were like a crescent moon, narrow and graceful.

Tang Wanli's eyes were bloodshot with desire as he continued to grope Mu Hu's beautiful body. His rough hands moved from her shoulders to her chest, savoring the delicate white skin. Her nipples stood erect, pink and firm, like buds after rain. He could clearly feel the rise and fall of her breasts. The mounds on her chest were already rising, and Tang Wanli's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Further down, his abdominal muscles were completely flattened, and her waist was slender and graceful.

"Damn, even more beautiful than your mother when she was young," Tang Wanli muttered, his desire burning within him. But he had to restrain himself. If he made a move now, all the effort he had put into nurturing this treasure would be wasted.

Mu Hu, half-naked, nestled in Tang Wanli's arms with a sweet smile. "Little fairy... mmm... don't run away... don't run away... Momo mwah," she murmured in her sleep, looking incredibly cute.

Tang Wanli's heart fluttered as he listened. "Little lecher, still having wet dreams...heh." A smirk played on his lips as he shifted Xiao Muhu's position, letting him drape his arms over his shoulders and rest his pretty face against his head, using him as a fulcrum. He then pulled down Xiao Muhu's trousers, revealing his thighs and penis.

His right hand groped for his crotch, feeling the now hairless, white penis. He measured its size with his palm, and Tang Wanli's eyes crinkled into slits. "Little lecher, how come your stick has turned into a thin twig? Heh." The first time he saw Muhu masturbate, the boy was already the size of an adult. He masturbated every morning, almost two to three times a day, so it seemed to have rubbed into a twig.
Then, Tang Wanli's left hand encircled Muhu's white, pert buttocks, and his fingers slowly slipped between his thighs, touching the small, tender anus. He extended his middle finger. Muhu cleansed himself with lotion every night, a habit he had developed, so Tang Wanli's left hand didn't feel anything foreign.

"So fragrant..." Tang Wanli and Xiao Muhu were face to face, the rose scent wafting from their bodies, the perfume seemingly seeping into their skin. Tang Wanli greedily opened his mouth, his tongue sliding out to taste the fragrance on Xiao Muhu's beautiful cheek. His left middle finger pried open Xiao Muhu's anus, feeling the warmth of the vaginal walls and the initial tightness inside. His right hand, with two fingers, gently rubbed the twig-like jade stem.

Despite being molested, Xiao Muhu remained in a blissful dream, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his handsome face. It seemed that this intoxicating fragrance, unless burned out or subjected to extremely strong stimulation, was impossible to wake even by a celestial being.

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