[Urban] The Way Home (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 25

Life is like rape, if you can't resist, enjoy it. Who said that? A fool is enjoying the pleasure of being gang-raped.

A loser's mind can't grasp such grand principles. He and Xiaohu met when they were both nobody, and after years of companionship, they were like brothers. Besides, what's in Rou'er's heart...? Stealing a glance at his wife, okay, no one can kill him, not even the emperor!

Rou'er suppressed a trace of panic in her heart, first ordering Ma Qian to deliver the medicine to Yunzhu, then scolding Qin Ming, whose eyes had turned bloodshot after being fooled by Wang Qinian, "What are you trying to save? Are you two going to the prison to die? Stay put! Xiaohu is my brother, no one can stop you. If you keep causing trouble, you'll be punished according to family rules!"

A good-tempered person's anger is indeed more intimidating, but what are family rules? It seems like being spanked with your pants down? The fool lost interest in arguing. "Keep them in check at home for now. I'll go ask Qingqi first."

Lu Guan, who had always wanted to avoid being labeled a member of the Crown Prince's faction, finally had to visit the Eastern Palace during the day. But he really wanted to kick the smiling face in front of him. "You're still smiling? You met Xiao Hu back then. Now everyone outside says he's from the Eastern Palace. Aren't you worried if he's arrested? The entire border army... Stop laughing, you son of a bitch! I'm dying of worry. If you keep smiling, you'll never see Min Yao again."

"Hehe, you can't keep threatening me with Min Yao... Hehehehe, okay, I won't laugh anymore. Actually, I just think this marriage is pretty good. Hehe, I really won't laugh anymore. My sister is very beautiful. Ah, you really did it..."

When the guards in the Eastern Palace discovered that someone was trying to assassinate the emperor, the first person to shout was knocked unconscious by the Crown Prince himself, and wisely shut his mouth. The two lay on the grass in a rather unladylike manner. "I'm not fighting anymore. I knew you were strong, but I didn't expect it to come to this. Are all the royals this skilled?"

"No, no, I'm definitely no match for you. If I were really your enemy, I probably wouldn't even dare to sleep. Speaking of which, Second Brother really made a mistake by offending you."

"From what you're saying, Little Tiger is alright?"

"Nothing's wrong? Marrying my sister will solve everything, ah, let's stop fighting. To be honest, I think Father really wants to marry Princess Yuling to him. This silly boy is so reckless, he dared to draw his sword in the palace. But all the officials saw it. He just raised his sword above his head to resign. After it was taken down, Father said he was stupid from fighting and said he would be locked up for a few days to calm down."

The fool understood. The royal family is unreasonable. If I take a liking to you, I want to marry my daughter to you. I can marry her, but you can't refuse. "Then, is your sister pretty?"

Wu Qingqi was stunned for a moment before reacting to the fool's leap of thought. "Pretty, of course she's pretty, but..."

Wu Qingqi's expression was a little strange, but the fool didn't notice. "Why don't you go and persuade Xiaohu? Anyway, he's not married yet. But he said he had someone he liked, and his reaction was so strong. I guess it's hard to persuade him."

"His sweetheart? I know his sweetheart. I'll go home and discuss this with Rou'er. It's such a small matter, why are you making me so nervous? But the Imperial Guard is under the Second Prince's command, right? Is Xiao Hu alright with him?"

"He should be fine. I'll go and say hello. Xiao Hu is, after all, the border commander. The Emperor didn't even mention charging him with a crime. I think Father hasn't given up on him. He's young and has military power. Father's intention is probably to win him over. As long as he's loyal to the Wu family, Father doesn't care whether it's me or my second brother."

"That's good. I probably can't do anything about it. Rou'er has to persuade him. You've made me lose so many brain cells. You won't see Min Yao this month."

"Ah?..."

When she got home, there were two official sedan chairs parked at the door. It seemed her fathers-in-law had all come. But it was Min Yao who received them. Where was Rou'er?

"Sister said she had to go out for a while. She'll be back soon. Qin Ming is with her, so husband doesn't need to worry."

Min Yao replied.

The Grand Chancellor and the Minister of Justice, these two are leaders in public and elders at home. The foolish, spineless woman, went in to fawn over them. As the parties involved, they witnessed everything clearly. Therefore, the topic of discussion wasn't how to rescue Xiao Hu, but rather what to do about the marriage with the princess…

When three unscrupulous elders arranged a marriage for someone regardless of their wishes, Rou'er, filled with unease, finally arrived at the gates of the Prince of Jin's residence.

She had met Wu Qinglin two years prior, having already met Qing Qi, and inevitably mistook him for someone else. Unexpectedly, she became someone's object of affection. Wu Qinglin had never failed in his pursuit of any woman he set his sights on, only to find himself obstructed by the Crown Prince's forces when he tried to get closer. She possessed an ethereal, otherworldly, fairy-like quality. If she were his elder brother's woman, it would be one thing, but his elder brother only protected her without taking any further action. What Wu Qinglin couldn't understand was why a woman whose husband had died was obstructing him—if she didn't want him, why was he still hindering her?

A man's deepest desire is always for what he hasn't obtained. Moreover, Rou'er's understated elegance had indeed left a mark on his heart. They didn't have many opportunities to interact, and Rou'er, knowing his feelings, deliberately avoided him. The more he thought about it, the deeper the impression it left on him. The deeper the impression, the more precious he felt for this woman who would rather remain a widow for her deceased husband than show him any affection. As for that time in Chengdu… he had acted impulsively, and he feared she would look down on him even more. Lost in thought, Wu Qinglin smiled softly.

So, when the steward's report came next, Wu Qinglin thought he had misheard, until the woman in his heart stood gracefully before him… The man regained his composure. "You actually came to see me? What's the matter?"

Rou'er had gone to great lengths to get to this point. After all, she was a woman. Xiao Hu's imprisonment had thrown her into turmoil. The boy who had taken her virginity, the younger brother who always drove her to the brink of death and begged for another time—was she going to die? My husband won't stand idly by. He must be thinking of breaking him out of prison if all else fails. But how can I let him risk his life again? He's already done so much for this family. Three years apart, just when Rou'er was about to despair, heaven brought him back. If anything were to happen to him again, Rou'er feels she wouldn't be able to go on living. She can't rely on him anymore; she has to do something for her family herself. Rou'er slowly knelt before Wu Qinglin.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, can you release Xiaohu?"

"Xiaohu? Scarface Tiger? You came here today for him?"

Wu Qinglin remained expressionless. "What is he to you?"

"Xiaohu is my younger brother."

"No wonder my elder brother protected you; I see."

Wu Qinglin thought he had found the answer. "Release him? Don't you know what crime he committed?"

"There must be a misunderstanding. Xiaohu is a bit impulsive, but he would never assassinate the Emperor. I know it's too late to say anything now. I only beg you to spare Xiaohu's life."

Rou'er couldn't understand Wu Qinglin's expression. A sudden realization? Sympathy? Even a hint of mockery? "I... I can agree to one condition."

"Condition? What condition? I'm just a prince, but the crime of releasing a serious criminal is one I can't bear. If I release him, you'll give me your body. Can you really agree to that?"

Rou'er's face flushed red, her teeth clenched. "I know you have a way. As long as you release Xiao Hu, I... I..."

Her delicate body stood up, and under Wu Qinglin's dazed gaze, Rou'er gently untied the silk sash around her waist.

Her dress spread open, like a magnolia suddenly blooming. Rou'er was already completely naked under her long skirt; her breasts were high, her thighs round, and between her tightly closed, slender legs, there was no delicate pubic hair, only a pink slit that quietly extended between her legs, which was quickly covered by the woman's shy hand.

"So you're a white tiger after all. Take your hands off me so I can see clearly."

Wu Qinglin had already stood up. This woman was truly too beautiful. Compared to her, everyone else in the palace was just a common woman. As his eyes swept over Rou'er's nearly naked body, his crotch was already stirring with desire. Stimulation, excitement, and why was he also feeling a little sorry for her?

"You, you are a prince, you should keep your word."

Rou'er gently removed her hands from her breasts and crotch, feeling the man's burning gaze. Her rosy nipples slowly hardened, and in her rapid breathing, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man's already erect crotch, turning her face away in shame.

The man had already approached, his eyes burning with lust. Could her body be exchanged for Xiao Hu's life? Wu Qinglin finally reached out...

"You, you be gentle, don't let my husband see..."

Her full breasts were spared from being violated. Wu Qinglin grabbed the dress still hanging on Rou'er's shoulders and slowly covered her body. "I really like you, and I want you too, but only if you're willing. Even if you give yourself to me now, you'll probably look down on me even more. I don't want to take advantage of you. Go, I'll release Xiao Hu. You'll see him tonight."

"But, but..."

"Aren't you leaving? Do you have to wait for me to change my mind? Go now!"

Wu Qinglin roared.

A somewhat dazed Rou'er was led away by the steward, and a slap echoed from inside the room! With a crisp sound, Wu Qinglin, his cheeks flushed, grabbed a tea-serving maid from the porch and dragged her into the house…

“Madam, you’re finally out! Are you alright?”

Qin Ming, who had been waiting outside, was extremely anxious. Of course, he was willing to save General Hu. The Prince of Jin’s residence—when did Madam meet the Prince of Jin?

“It should be alright now. He promised to release Xiao Hu.”

Rou’er still couldn’t figure out what was going on. He had always coveted her, so why did he offer himself up instead… He promised to release Xiao Hu. A prince shouldn’t lie to me. Men are so hard to understand!

Qin Ming was a rough man. Madam had only been inside for a short while before coming out. She must have offered a lot of silver. Important people wouldn’t lie. The general must be alright. Relieved, he helped Rou’er into the carriage. The lady was still lost in thought, her face flushed. Her thin dress clung to her voluptuous figure. She hadn't paid attention earlier because of her anxiety, but as he helped her into the carriage, he caught a glimpse of Rou'er's proud breasts from the side. They were so alluring, so full and rounded, with two nipples even appearing at the top. Was she not wearing a bra?

Qin Ming felt a surge of heat. In his prime, he inexplicably recalled the conversation he had overheard between the master and lady that night, and the lady's shy expression after he said he hadn't slept when they were on the way. Sha Qiu possessed a wild beauty, completely different from Rou'er. The lady...

Qin Ming didn't come to his senses until the curtain was lowered. The carriage traveled along the bustling street, and Qin Ming's restlessness intensified. He hadn't been with a woman for several months since he started working for the master. If he secretly went to see Sha Qiu that night, he didn't know if she would still be willing.

"Brother Qin?"

Rou'er's voice interrupted him. Qin Ming turned around and lifted the curtain. "What is it, Madam?"

Rou'er sat in the carriage with her legs curled up to her chest. "Since there's nothing else, let's go to Qianjin Tower first. Sister Yunzhu's place... Ah!"

Two streams of blood flowed from Qin Ming's nostrils. The lady's posture meant that her skirt only covered her knees, and below the skirt... Rou'er only let out a soft cry, but after all, she was no longer an ignorant girl. Although shyness was inevitable, she closed her legs without making a sound. "Let's go to Qianjin Tower first. I still need to see Sister Yunzhu... You, why are you still looking at me?"

She glared at Qin Ming with what she thought was a stern look, but in Qin Ming's eyes, it was even more charming.

"Madam, I, I..."

The burly man in front of him was a very sensible person. He and Xiao Hu had a life-or-death friendship, and of course, there was the fact that he had taken all the responsibility for the Sand Dune on his own. Only then did her husband dare to use him with confidence. It's all that damned man's fault. He overheard all the embarrassing things I said that day, and he exposed them on the way back, making me blush. Of course, I couldn't go any further. Out of respect for Xiao Hu, I didn't dare either; after all, I'm still Xiao Hu's sister in name. Handing him a piece of silk, Rou'er avoided his gaze. "I see Brother Qin is getting on in years. Have you ever thought about finding a woman to marry?"

This was a veiled suggestion. With the family's resources, it wouldn't be difficult to help him get married at this age. With a little more money, they could even find a virgin. Qin Ming shook his head. "No, no need. I'll just stay here with Sha... and be a servant to my master and mistress." Qin Ming almost blurted out his true feelings

, his heart pounding with anxiety. Rou'er, however, heard the word "Sha." Her husband had already used her as an example of his sister's relationship with him, saying that if you're going to cheat on someone, you should cheat on someone like that. Even if you get a good deal, you should still protect them. It seems he really still cares about his sister. Should she help him out?

Rou'er's beautiful face flushed red and then paled, leaving Qin Ming stunned. It was the alluring charm of a young woman just coming of age. The lady was very approachable, as was the family. Qin Ming had been there for some time and knew that with the master's wealth and connections, they could be considered a wealthy family. Yet, they still lived in that inconspicuous courtyard and didn't even have any servants. The ladies did many things themselves. Theoretically, he was the only servant, but he lived in the same room and ate the same food as the master and ladies. The indenture he had signed was long gone. They treated him like family.

Given how well they treated him, his current gaze was somewhat rude. The fact that the master didn't pursue his past transgressions against the sand dunes was already a great favor; how could he allow himself to have such wild thoughts? Although that master often did some shady things—like tearing off Yunzhu's bra in front of him and Dalong that day, causing him to masturbate twice that night thinking about Yunzhu's ample breasts—his private voyeurism towards the madam was a different matter. "Madam, please don't worry about me. Look at Dalong, Maqian, and Brother Yang at home, haven't they all..." "Home?"

Rou'er glared at him with shame and anger. Those women had all tasted the pleasures of her sisters to varying degrees. What ordinary woman would they even look at? Not to mention their beauty, they had all been trained by her husband to be so charming and wanton in bed. She thought Qin Ming had suppressed those thoughts. Rou'er knew that her husband was temporarily too busy with things outside to care about her. What if that bad man had free time again...? She understood that all the men who entered this house were trustworthy in her husband's eyes. Would she eventually be defiled by him? Thinking about all this, Rou'er's face grew even redder, and her body seemed to heat up. She had already been prepared to offer herself when she came out today. Her husband's indulgence and concern for Xiao Hu were the reasons for her decision. She didn't expect Wu Qinglin to pull back from the brink, and she escaped a disaster. However, she only had this one dress to cover her body, and Qin Ming had accidentally seen her again. No matter how well a man of this age eats and lives, he would suffer without a woman by his side. He is so loyal to his family. If he only looks...

"Brother Qin, there are some things I can't say outright, but I will think about your matter. Let's go to Yunzhu's place first. Um, don't draw the curtain, it's a bit stuffy."

Rou'er said shyly, pulling her skirt up to her knees, her two long legs subtly parting slightly.

Qin Ming hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind Rou'er's words, but he clearly saw her unintentional movement. Her legs were like crystal jade, her skin fair and tender, and the silk veil barely concealed her genitals, leading to a secluded path. She was beautiful, with long, slender legs. Before he could even realize what he was seeing, Rou'er playfully scolded, "Why are you looking at me? Drive the carriage!"

"Oh, oh, okay, I'll drive."

Qin Ming turned around woodenly to urge the horse on, then suddenly turned back, only to find Rou'er had already covered her legs and playfully stuck out her tongue at him.

Oh no! Qin Ming kept turning back to try and talk to her. Rou'er knew his thoughts but didn't say anything, though she no longer openly displayed her desire. Her earlier boldness was impulsive; the thrill of seducing a man behind her husband's back made Rou'er uneasy. Although it wasn't the first time, the feeling still brought a mixture of excitement and shame. Her nipples were already erect on her chest, and her private parts were tingling with itchiness. Neither of them said anything, but the pleading look in Qin Ming's eyes grew stronger.

A man more than ten years her senior looked at her with such pitiful eyes, and Rou'er's heart softened while her body became itchy. Her husband said that her beautiful body would be wasted if no man saw it. Since he said so, then...

The lady seemed drowsy, leaning against the carriage with her eyes closed. Her legs unconsciously relaxed, parting slightly, then further apart. Suddenly, Qin Ming's mind went blank as he finally saw clearly. Unlike the glimpse or vague view before, two plump, pink labia shyly closed between the lady's legs, glistening with moisture. In the middle of her swollen, protruding vulva was a pinkish-red slit, a drop of clear fluid dripping down onto the blanket beneath her.

"White, white tiger, the lady is actually a white tiger."

Qin Ming murmured unintentionally, unaware that as soon as the words left his mouth, Rou'er's body trembled slightly, her legs twitching as if to close, but instead opening wider.

The carriage was high, and passersby couldn't see inside. However, they weren't going to Qianjin Tower after all. At a corner, Qin Ming drove the carriage into a quiet alley.

Rou'er was a little scared. Judging from the sounds, she knew there was no one around the carriage. What if her older brother…? The flustered young woman was both shy and expectant. He really had entered the carriage. Would he be unable to resist…? “Madam, Madam?”

Qin Ming's voice rang in her ears. Rou'er dared not answer him. Her legs were gently grasped and pulled wider. She was mortified. Now he could see everything clearly. He was going to penetrate her. Her husband, Rou'er, was going to be… She waited for a long time, but the man didn't make any further advances. Only Qin Ming's breathing grew heavier and heavier in her ear.

Rou'er's heart was in her throat. Her empty body received no comfort, her itchy vulva was left unsoothed. She didn't know what was wrong. At this point, men usually just went for it. Did he think her body wasn't as alluring as the sand dunes? Rou'er couldn't wait any longer. She, a woman, was placed in such a shameful position before a man; she couldn't do more. Her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and Rou'er pretended to have just woken up. "Brother Qin, how did you get in?"

Qin Ming, not expecting her to wake up suddenly, shuddered in fright. Then, a surge of heat powerfully impacted Rou'er's sensitive labia. "Ah!" Rou'er then saw that Qin Ming was stroking his engorged penis, pointing it directly at her vulva. Startled, the man ejaculated profusely, thick semen spurting from his purplish-red glans. "Ah, so hot, Brother Qin, you… oh…"

Rou'er… She tried to dodge, but this time the man pressed down on her. "Madam, please let me finish. I can't hold back anymore. I won't go in. Let me cum, let it all out..."

The man didn't care about the consequences anymore. The petite Rou'er was pressed down beneath him, their genitals pressed tightly together. His penis pressed against the tender flesh of Rou'er's lower body. Qin Ming's glans trembled with stimulation. The thick semen that had accumulated for months seemed to be released all at once. His glans slid back and forth between her labia, squeezing them apart while constantly marking his territory with semen. Her

entire vulva was covered in the man's semen. Rou'er gasped and hugged Qin Ming's body tightly. The burning sensation on her vulva was like the best aphrodisiac. Rou'er moved her waist and gently rubbed her labia against the man's penis. "Brother Qin, your penis is so hard. Oh... why haven't you finished yet? Ah..."

The man finally stopped thrusting. Rou'er felt the penis between her legs lose its vitality. "Is it... is it over?"

"Madam, I'm sorry, I, I..."

Men who have just ejaculated are the most timid. Qin Ming stammered, unable to speak, his expression a mixture of satisfaction, regret, and fear. He had ultimately offended his wife because of lust, but he didn't know what the consequences would be. "Madam, it's my fault. I... I'll let Master and Madam deal

with me as they see fit." Rou'er was angry that he apologized only after he had his fill, knowing this was a common male trait, and her husband was no exception. She was also touched that he had restrained himself from actually taking her. "We'll deal with what you did to me today later. Can you get up first? You're so heavy."

After Qin Ming got up, Rou'er realized her vulva was a mess, her bare thighs covered in semen. Rou'er blushed and tried to clean herself, but Qin Ming was still staring blankly. "Still looking? Aren't you going to catch the carriage?"

"Oh," Qin Ming reluctantly lifted the curtain and went out. "Is Madam still going to Qianjin Tower?"

"How can I go like this? Sigh, let's go home."...

When she got home, her two fathers-in-law had already left. Rou'er went straight into the idiot's room. Qin Ming thought that his wife must have spoken to the master, so he waited blankly in his room for the outcome. Of course, there was no result, because on the other side, the good-tempered idiot finally got angry at Rou'er for the first time.

"Who told you to go? Using your body to exchange for Xiao Hu, what do you take me for?"

"But husband, I just wanted to help out. Don't you like us sisters with other people..."

"Nonsense, how can that be the same? If Wu Qinglin really sleeps with you and then releases Xiao Hu, where will I put my face? This isn't a matter of innocence. I'm a man, the man of this family, do you know that?"

"Husband, are you saying you're disgusted that I've let others touch my body? Then I, I..."

Rou'er was really scared. If her husband changed his nature, then the nature of what she had done before would be completely different. Would he divorce her? Her eyes reddened, and tears gently slid down her cheeks.

The fool couldn't bear to see a woman's tears. He gently moved Rou'er's body around. "Silly girl, it's different. Some things must be borne by the men in the family. If some benefits must be obtained by exchanging one's body, then that man is beyond redemption. We can use connections to help with Xiao Hu's matter. If all else fails, I can even storm the execution ground. I just don't want you to sell yourself because of my incompetence. I can't stand it, understand?"

"Mm."

Rou'er nodded, seemingly understanding. "Then you really wouldn't..."

"Two things, two things. That's about sexual pleasure, enjoying it. You've been with so many insignificant, even lowly, men before, and I've never lost my temper, unless you cheated on me and didn't tell me."

Not noticing Rou'er's blush, the fool continued, "By the way, did that second brother really hold back?"

"Yeah, he said I wasn't willing, so he wouldn't touch me."

"Damn, you can hold back with a body like that? What are you pretending to be?"

He then pinched Rou'er's breast.

"You're so annoying! You're unhappy when I touch you, and you're unhappy when I don't. I'm a little scared, husband. What if you start to dislike me because of this one day..."

Rou'er was still worried, but before she could finish speaking, the fool interrupted her, "I'm not a child anymore. I know what I like. We've known each other for over four years. Have I ever changed my mind? He doesn't know how slutty my Rou'er is in bed until he touches you. Come on, let your husband satisfy this little slut who tried to cuckold you."

The usually gentle and obedient Rou'er held onto her skirt tightly this time. When the fool finally managed to pull Rou'er's hands away and easily stripped her bare, Rou'er covered her face in embarrassment. The fool was stunned. "You, you said there was no..."

It was clearly a vulva covered in men's semen. The fool even suspected that it wasn't just one man's.

"No, it wasn't Wu Qinglin. On my way back, Qin Ming..."

The story was only half-finished. Rou'er thought her husband had gone mad. The charming young woman, who hadn't had her fill earlier, was already prepared; otherwise, she wouldn't have come back without cleaning up. There was a small mishap, but the result was good; her husband hadn't changed. "Husband, be gentle... ah... I was wrong, I was wrong, don't go so fast..."

"Tell me, what was wrong?"

The idiot slapped Rou'er's fleshy buttocks while fucking her.

"I shouldn't have let him ejaculate outside. All that semen should have been inside Rou'er's vagina, ah... let him insert his penis directly into Rou'er's cunt before ejaculating... ah... ah... you're fucking me to death..."

"You little brat, you're rebelling..."

Chapter 26

Xiao Hu returned looking dejected. Everyone except him was happy, except for Rou'er... Rou'er had difficulty walking for some unknown reason and didn't leave the house. When Xiao Hu heard the fool's decision, he was about to explode, but everyone ruthlessly suppressed him.

"Brother Xiao Hu, it's so great to marry a princess! You'll be royalty!"

Ruo Yao was genuinely happy for him.

"Congratulations, Uncle!"

Yun Zhu was more composed.

"The general is truly a dragon among men; only a princess is a suitable match for our general."

Qin Ming flattered him.

None of this could change his mind until Rou'er came out and quietly said, "You should also leave an heir for the Mao family. You're an adult now; you can't act recklessly anymore. We're not separating families; we can still visit each other often."

The fool knew that the deal was done.

Of course, family comes first when it comes to family, country, and the world. No fool has that kind of awareness. National affairs are nothing compared to a brother's marriage. The Tibetan delegation can be put aside for now. Just assign two people to keep an eye on things. Isn't there something called the Ministry of Rites? Dark Falcon has secretly withdrawn most of its people. The only new order is to procure!

The emperor's daughter's marriage naturally has royal rules. The Ministry of Rites will also allocate people to help with the arrangements, and the Imperial Treasury will also allocate funds. But a certain fanatic stubbornly believes that the groom's family must not lose face. You do your thing, I'll do mine. If we don't show our strength now, we'll have even less status after the marriage. Qingqi's sister is a domineering person. We can't let her look down on Xiaohu.

Of course, a large house was a must. However, after being kicked out of the house when he asked if the Prime Minister's mansion, owned by Min Yao's father, was for sale, the fool wisely refrained from asking about Wan'er's father's mansion. There were many large houses in Luoyang, and An Jun had even more dirt on various wealthy merchants—smuggling, human trafficking, aiding the enemy, even incestuous relationships between fathers-in-law and sons-in-law. After a sincere discussion with a rice merchant who had secretly transported a batch of grain to Tibet during the war last year about the Wu Dynasty's criminal law, the fool bought a mansion at an inhumane price. He also bought countless gold, silver, and fine silks and satins. Suddenly, Luoyang was a place where the rich were incredibly wealthy; whatever a rich person bought was exorbitantly priced.

The fool was a nouveau riche who spent money without restraint. Anyway, Rou'er never said the family was poor. He wanted three artificial hills built, two more ponds dug, and all the pavilions and towers painted with dragons and phoenixes, adorned with gold and silver. What about the princess? He'd scare her senseless with money!

Wu Qingqi was overjoyed to hear that the simpleton had persuaded Xiaohu. He had many sisters, but this was his only sister from the same mother. However, when he came to visit, he was told that his master was supervising a construction project and hadn't been home for three days. Actually, the rice merchant was a refined man. If he hadn't been greedy and broken the rules, he wouldn't have been threatened by the simpleton. His house was already tastefully decorated, but after being altered like this…

Wu Qingqi was stunned upon arrival. He waved his hand without making a sound, and the guards from the Eastern Palace who were with him dispersed in twos and threes. Soon, the noisy construction site quieted down. The simpleton was drinking tea. He had been exhausted these past few days, having to supervise the construction site and care for Fatty's injury. He was running around on both ends and was tired from both. Minyao was massaging his shoulders when she heard that they weren't working outside. "Master, I've spent so much money, and you dare to slack off?

" she exclaimed. "I said… what brings you here?"

She nudged Minyao secretly. "Looking for you."

"You're so annoying!"

Minyao naturally saw her Wu brother. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't have the courage to speak. She hid behind her husband like a quail.

Wu Qingqi couldn't talk to Minyao right now, so he pulled the simpleton aside. "Brother, who told you to make the courtyard like this? This person should be killed."

"What, what now?"

The simpleton was completely bewildered.

The reason was simple: it was an imperial edict. Officials had their rules, and the same applied to their residences. Wu Qingqi rarely showed off his superiority in front of the simpleton, calling him "Brother" repeatedly and making him feel utterly ashamed. "Any more, and we'll fall out! I'm just a country bumpkin, so what do you think the General's Mansion should be like?"

"I really don't know. Do you have any friends in the Ministry of Rites? You could ask them."

He did have a friend in the Ministry of Rites. They'd been to brothels together, so they were pretty close, even though Yunzhu had inadvertently ended up there. The fool was anxious to find Li Chang, and Minyao wanted to go with him, but he stopped her, saying, "You stay with Qingqi. Don't worry, don't worry, this kid offended me, so he's not allowed to do anything bad this month. I'll be right back."

It wasn't that Minyao was unwilling, but as she got older, her personality became more and more different from her younger sister's. If it were Ruoyao, she would definitely have run away on her own. Minyao just blushed and nodded, "Okay, then come back soon."

In the distance, several craftsmen who had stopped working would occasionally steal glances at this girl dressed as a married woman. Minyao was a little flustered, and knowing that Wu Qingqi was watching her, she didn't even dare to raise her head, until her soft breasts were grabbed. "You, no, Brother Wu, my husband won't allow it."

"My brother said I wasn't allowed to come see you this month, but today is already the first day of the month..."

Wan'er hid herself in the shadows. Her husband was busy with all sorts of trivial matters, leaving her with the task of keeping watch. The people from the Ministry of Rites were arguing with those Tibetans inside. Maybe I should go home and see how that little guy's training is going.

Just as she was thinking about this, someone pressed against her from behind, and her full breasts fell into his clutches. Someone who could approach her so silently... "You stinky husband, you're so annoying, don't touch me."

"How did you know it was me? Tired, aren't you? Here, let your husband hold you up."

Wan'er had always been troubled by her overly full breasts, but her husband seemed to like them very much. Once her breasts were grabbed, she was at his mercy. Fortunately, this time he only touched them twice and then let her go.

"Has Li Chang come out yet?"

"Who is Li Chang?"

"Is he the Vice Minister of Rites or something? They asked him to help build a house."

"They haven't been in there long, so it probably won't be quick."

"How long will this mess last? Why aren't they going back yet?"

"I heard that the Tibetan prince also wants to marry Princess Yuling. He was beaten up by Xiaohu in the main hall again the other day, and it's been quite a commotion these past few days. The court doesn't want to start another war, so they're trying to appease him."

"How do you know everything? How come I know nothing?"

"It was when I went home yesterday, my... my father told me..."

Not noticing Wan'er's hesitation, the fool told her to go home early that night and then left the post station. He was really worried about leaving Minyao with Qingqi; he couldn't miss a good show if anything happened.

The Zuo family was never very large, and after his daughter got a husband, she shouldn't be able to come home casually. Fortunately, the young master never cared about such things, so Wan'er could come back to visit from time to time. But now, with this young man by his side, Lord Zuo finally had some relief.

The young man who came to the door carrying his daughter's longsword was an orphan. Having no name, he simply adopted the surname Zuo. He called Wan'er "Master Zuo," but she paid no heed. His daughter's martial arts skills were already quite impressive; although she was still a young girl in his eyes, she was qualified to teach. The young man usually did chores within the manor, and practiced horsemanship in his spare time. Since he called himself "Grandmaster Zuo," he would sometimes offer guidance. More importantly, with this young man around, his daughter would probably come home more often.

Since the day he and the simpleton came to the door, Master Zuo had let go of his resentment, and his daughter was more affectionate towards him than before. Everything seemed to have returned to before Wan'er was fourteen. But life is stained, after all. The young master is good; he could forgive himself. From Wan'er's expression, he knew she hadn't been discriminated against or mistreated there, and that was enough. But last night, when Wan'er came back… would she look down on him?

"Father, I'm back."

Wan'er tried to hide her panic as she entered the room, but how could she escape her father's discerning eyes?

“Daughter, yesterday I…”

“Dad, I’m short on time today. I’ll go teach him now. I have to go back there tonight.”

Wan'er hurriedly left the room, not daring to look her father in the eye. From the courtyard came the boy's cheerful shouts, the daughter's feigned stern reprimands, and then the sounds of fighting.

Master Zuo smiled awkwardly, his thoughts drifting back to last night…

The steward reported that Miss Wan'er had returned. Father and daughter had been getting along well lately, so Master Zuo thought he'd go and chat with her. Wan'er had been independent since childhood and loved martial arts. Her small courtyard had no maids or servants. The bedroom was still dark, but sounds came from the washroom. This girl, why not just tell the servants to boil water?

Perhaps it was a common male trait, but Master Zuo himself didn't know why he instinctively used his inner strength to lighten his steps before knocking. He instinctively glanced through the light filtering through the doorway before knocking: a basin of hot water, a light mist, and a body brimming with youthful vitality. Wan'er had just finished bathing and stood up from the tub. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, her figure was well-proportioned. Her breasts, now completely unrestrained, stood high and firm, showing no signs of sagging. Her waist was slender, and below, two alluringly rounded buttocks rose. Between her long, tightly closed legs, glossy black pubic hair was twisted together, covering her slightly protruding mons pubis. As water droplets slid down her pubic hair, Lord Zuo's heart trembled.

Normally, seeing his daughter's body would have been enough to leave without a sound, but Lord Zuo knew the vitality hidden within this body. He had personally experienced the intoxicating pleasure of its owner sitting on him and swaying wildly. Unethical yet humane, contrary to social norms yet driven by desire, if the father and daughter initially harbored some intention to cure the poison when their daughter first helped them, it later became a complete release of lust. In front of their mistress, the father and daughter indulged in mutual pleasure without regard for others. Lord Zuo's deep-seated anguish stemmed largely from his realization of his own desire for his daughter's body—a long-suppressed urge that finally erupted. The first ejaculation had already cured the poison, but he used his erection to do it again. Whether his mistress noticed or not, Wan'er certainly knew. She said nothing, enduring her father's madness, her mature body repeatedly receiving the man's semen, even though that man was her father.

Now, seeing his daughter's naked body again, Lord Zuo found himself still aroused, but he couldn't. Wan'er had found a good man; he couldn't ruin her happiness. He tried to leave but couldn't move his feet. Wan'er's naked body seemed to possess an irresistible magnetism. His hand, almost instinctively, reached into his pants and pulled out his erection. "Good daughter, I'll just look, just look." Lord Zuo silently chanted in his heart, his eyes fixed on Wan'er's nipples and pubic hair, fantasizing about the sensations. His hands moved faster and faster, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.

Wan'er finally noticed someone outside the door. It couldn't be her husband; he wouldn't have noticed if he wanted to peek at her. His heavy breathing suggested he had been watching for a long time. "Who's there?"

she cried out, rushing to the door. The moment the door opened, both of them froze.

Lord Zuo's erect penis was still standing, its engorged head throbbing. "Daughter, I..." "

Father, you, ah..."

The girl's scream came from her father's sudden ejaculation, the strong smell filling her nostrils. Bang! The door slammed shut, and Wan'er's coquettish voice came through, "Father, you shot it all over my face..."

Her thoughts couldn't continue. Outside, the boy's anxious cry came, "Master, come quickly! Master is injured!"

Wan'er was injured? How could that be? Who dared to hurt her? Who could hurt her? In the courtyard, Wan'er slumped to the ground, glaring at the young man. "Don't shout, I'm fine."

But her father had already arrived, and knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Wan'er blushed slightly. "Father, I'm fine. I was just having random thoughts while practicing my internal energy, and my energy disrupted my meridians."

The moment father and daughter met eyes, Lord Zuo understood. It seemed his daughter was also thinking about last night. Alas, it was all his fault as a father.

"Child, continue practicing your internal energy. Your master is fine; I'll take her to see her."

Inside Wan'er's room, neither father nor daughter spoke, a hint of awkwardness forming. Only one of them could break the silence. "Girl, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to..."

"Father, don't say that. I understand. I'm not a child anymore. I don't blame you. My husband once told me that you haven't taken another woman all these years because you were afraid a stepmother would treat me badly. Is that true?" Unexpectedly, the

young man who had never been a father understood even this. Lord Zuo was glad his daughter had met a sensible man, but there was no need to agree. It was enough to keep his parents' feelings in his heart.

Silence was tacit agreement, and Lord Zuo subtly changed the subject. "You should rest first. You're not suffering from internal injuries. Just regulate your internal energy, and you'll be fine in a while."

Lord Zuo wanted to leave, but his daughter lay flat on the bed, her figure curvaceous, and he knew he couldn't look any longer.

"Father, I was young and ignorant. You've been alone for me all these years. If it's too hard for you..." "Father's

getting old, I won't look for anyone else. I'll be content when you give me a grandson in a couple of years."

"Father..."

The fool rushed back in a flurry but saw nothing. Min Yao covered her mouth and chuckled, while Wu Qingqi stood innocently to the side. "Idiot!"

the fool muttered as he walked past him.

Construction on the new house was forced to stop. The fool wasn't afraid of trouble, but he knew some rules had to be followed. Xiao Hu spent all his time at home except when he went to the military camp. He was all smiles except when he saw the fool.

The foolish kid ignored him, not even considering that once Qingqi gained the throne, he'd be rich for life. Of course, liking eggs doesn't mean you need to raise a chicken, and the fool who always wants to curry favor is unwilling to be the one doing the favor.

Fatty's injuries had mostly healed, only his arm was temporarily useless. This kid had become addicted to staying at Qianjin Tower; Yunzhu must be a reincarnation of a zookeeper, feeding him so well he was white and fat. The fool pinched Fatty's cheek, "If you keep eating, you'll turn into a pig! Where's your sister-in-law?"

The little fat boy was guarding the fourth-floor stairwell, seemingly recovering well. "Sister-in-law is inside, we have guests."

What? Guests who can go up to Yunzhu's fourth floor must be lovers. The fool was right; Li Chang was inside, but he hadn't caught them in the act. The two of them, fully dressed, were composing music for a new poem. Good bastard, I couldn't find you at the office, so you were here flirting with my wife.

When Yunzhu saw him arrive, her face flushed slightly, but it was still quite appropriate. Li Chang, on the other hand, looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a savior. Taking advantage of Yunzhu going to make tea, he said, "Brother Lü, oh no, Lord Lü, please help me."

The fervent look made it clear to the fool, "Didn't succeed?"

"Well, just that one time, it was all thanks to you. After that, Yunzhu always refused to see me, and then some little fat boy appeared out there, always waiting outside, so I had no chance."

The fool knew about that time; it was a painful memory. This guy always wanted to sleep with my wife. He's a good man, so the fool decided to help him. "Do you know what Yunzhu likes?"

"Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I know that."

"Wrong. She's a woman after all. Let me ask you, who is the most famous in the Wu Dynasty right now, and who is most popular with those women who have been confined to their chambers for a long time?"

"That would be the Tiger General who is famous throughout the southwest. And I heard that he agreed to a marriage with the royal family a few days ago and has already been released. You mean Yunzhu

, she..." "That's right. What woman doesn't admire a hero?"

"Then I have even less hope."

"You can't say that. Yunzhu told me she only admires him and has no intention of giving herself to him. Don't underestimate this rich woman; she's incredibly wealthy. Let me tell you some inside information: Yunzhu bought a large house in the capital, saying she wants to build it like a general's mansion as a gift for Xiaohu, uh, General Hu. But she's having trouble finding someone knowledgeable in etiquette, fearing it won't be proper after completion. Construction has stopped now. If it's not finished before Xiaohu's wedding, she won't be able to give it away. She's been worrying about this these past few days. Did you not know this?"

"No, I didn't."

The straight man was very professional.

"It's good that you don't know. Oh, I mean this is a good opportunity. You're an official in the Ministry of Rites, so you must know how to build the General's Mansion without overstepping the rules. You've been an official for so many years, you must have a few friends in the Ministry of Works. Call more people and do this job well. Do you think Yunzhu won't be grateful to you? This is the chance for her to be grateful to you, Lord Li."

Li Chang's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "This is easy, leave it to me. Thank you for your advice, Brother Lü. I'll go find some people right now."

He was about to leave.

Just as Yunzhu brought out the tea, Li Chang stood up and said, "Yunzhu, everyone, don't worry, your business is my business. I guarantee we won't be late."

Yunzhu was completely confused. Li Chang had already disappeared. She looked at the idiot and asked, "What happened to him?"

"Nothing, he fell for my great deception."

After hearing what happened, she pinched her husband hard. "Ugh, why did you drag me into this when you tricked him into repairing the house? What am I supposed to do when he comes back and tries to take credit?"

The idiot was only responsible for sowing seeds; he didn't care how others harvested the crops. "Fatty, come in. You two get ready. Hua'er is here too. She's been left outside the city for half a month. We have to go see her."

The so-called "seeing" was more like a picnic. The curious ones all followed. Even Xiaohu was coaxed and persuaded by Rou'er into the carriage to go out of the city for a stroll. The carriage stopped at the foot of a deserted mountain about ten miles from the city. Fatty went into the woods for a walk and whistled.

"Brother Feng, is Hua'er really here?"

Shaqiu asked on tiptoe, giving Ruoyao a provocative look. Ruoyao, clutching her beloved kitten, stared back without hesitation. The two little girls had fought a couple of days ago—yes, over a cat.

No need to fight anymore, one for each of them, though the one in Shaqiu was a bit too big.

The trees in the forest swayed slightly, and a head peeked out, staring intently in their direction.

Before coming, they hadn't said what they were looking for, only that it was a gentle and adorable little animal named "Flower." Ruoyao was dumbfounded.

Shaqiu, with a smug look on its face, raised its head and tossed its red hair as it went to meet them. This girl was never used to wearing Han Chinese clothes; its two long, springy legs leaped like a deer. The fool didn't know where the other men were looking; he certainly wasn't looking at the tiger.

"Sister, be careful," Minyao, also frightened, warned. The fool put his arm around her shoulder; the girl was sweating. "It's alright, I'm here," Ruoyao also moved closer to the fool. Rou'er silently hid behind the little tiger. Yunzhu was fine, and Wan'er had already drawn her sword.

As soon as Flower saw Sand Dune approaching, she tried to back away, but before she could turn around, one ear was grabbed and she was dragged out of the woods. The simpleton rubbed his eyes. Was this really Flower? She was so big now! She was only a little over a year old.

Sand Dune, showing off, flipped over and mounted Sand Dune's back. That careless girl! The simpleton clearly saw a tempting glimpse of red between Sand Dune's legs as her skirt billowed. Wasn't she hurt by riding like that? She wasn't a little one anymore.

Animals naturally get scared when there are many people around. Sand Dune hesitated and wouldn't budge until the simpleton raised his hand, and then it slowly walked over.

The tiger's ferocity intensified up close, baring its teeth at everyone, even the chubby boy. Of course, there were exceptions; it didn't dare look at the big dragon, and certainly didn't dare look at the little tiger. "You cowardly bully!" the idiot smacked it on the head. "Why did you follow me? Where's your mother?" "

Awooo..."

A roar startled the group. A murderous aura surged behind them. The idiot turned around and saw Rou'er tightly gripping the little tiger's arm. He really was protective of his sister; no wonder he wouldn't even give the emperor face.

Animals have a sharper sense of smell. Flower immediately fell silent, lowering its head and crawling—a sign of submission. Could you be any more cowardly? "Let me introduce you. This is a South China tiger, a feline. I named it 'Flower.'"

The idiot stumbled, awkwardly laughing. "Okay, it's still not satisfied. Everyone, don't be afraid. It won't bite; it's as timid as a mouse."

*Smack!* Ah!

Sand Dune let out a shriek. Flower, wanting to give the gossiping fool a quick tap with her tail, forgot Sand Dune was still on her back. "You dare hit me? You've gone too far!"

she yelled, pounding the tiger's head with her pink fists. What kind of person raises what kind of tiger? Its dignity was gone.

As the most undignified tiger in history, Little Cloud broke free from Cloud Bamboo's arm and climbed up after Sand Dune. Sand Dune snorted smugly as it reached Ruoyao's side.

"Husband, look at her!"

Ruoyao quickly complained.

"It's alright, it's alright. Do you want to ride her too? Go ahead."

Girls arguing—what man could possibly understand? Ruoyao's eyes sparkled. If it was safe, she'd like to pet her.

Reaching her, she hesitated, not daring to reach out. Just then, the kitten in her arms woke up. Flower looked up, and Ruoyao immediately froze, terrified. "You, you can't eat it!"

The two felines stared at each other for a long time. Meow! The kitten meowed, and Flower immediately lowered her head. *

Pfft!* Even Minyao laughed. The fool was so ashamed he wanted to bury himself. How embarrassing!

Ruoyao returned and arrogantly snorted in front of the sand dune. Rou'er finally couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, and slapped someone's butt. The world quieted down!

From then on, the family had a new glutton. The fool's burden was immense. The women began to board the carriage to return to the city. Suddenly, the fool put his hands behind his back and made a strange gesture, which he changed several times.

The Lü family's secret code for robbery was only known to those who had participated in the Grand Canal robbery. Xiaohu half-forced Rou'er into the carriage, grabbed his long sword, and slung it over his shoulder. Dalong took a step out, and with just one step, his aura burst forth. Even the fool turned his head, forgetting the danger lurking in the shadows.

Wan'er was startled. She knew her husband's two brothers were no ordinary people. Xiao Hu was a given, and even this seemingly foolish older brother was... She sensed something in her heart. "My husband seems to have..."

Before she could finish, she went limp in the fool's arms, her ample breasts being pinched. "Husband, let go, it really seems..."

"It's not 'seems,' he's a master, no less than me. Let's not fight, let's see if we can scare him away. His intentions are unclear, don't provoke him."

Those who could sense it would be wary, those who couldn't were enjoying themselves. Ruo Yao, oblivious to the danger, dared to provoke Xiao Yun. That wicked girl from Sha Qiu didn't tell her, and Yun Zhu certainly wouldn't either. Until that feeling disappeared, they didn't know what had happened.

"Gone?"

Xiao Hu asked.

The fool nodded, very dissatisfied with Rou'er's father. The old man must have six fingers; there were too many on that hand, you could run into him everywhere. Climbing into Rou'er's carriage, he wanted to talk about something else entirely. "Girl, have you been with Da Long lately, you know, have you... you know... you know?"

Rou'er blushed and shook her head. "He never mentions it, how could I take the initiative? What's wrong, husband? Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Sure enough, the fool lifted the carriage curtain. "Da Long, get in!"

The big fool sat in front of them, chuckling foolishly. "Brother-in-law, that person ran away!"

"Da Long, what level have you reached in your Tiger Roar technique?"

"Ten levels, I've reached it, hehe."

The fool reached out and pinched his pulse point, but the powerful internal force actually broke his fingers. "Relax, there are no enemies."

Only then could the fool hold on, and after a long while, he sighed.

His profound internal strength was even stronger than that of a fool. How did this kid train? He had an excess of yang energy and his pulse was too fast. Following Rou'er's teachings, he unconsciously refined his essence into qi, and every bit of essence was eventually transformed into internal strength and stored in his meridians. His internal strength was indeed high, but he was too forceful and did not understand the principle that the moon wanes after it is full. "Kid, aren't you uncomfortable like this?"

"It hurts, sometimes it feels uncomfortable here."

Da Long pointed to his heart, and sure enough, his heart meridian was about to give way. "But it feels so amazing, I have inexhaustible strength. When my brother-in-law isn't around, I want to become stronger to protect my sister, so I practice desperately, and I can endure the discomfort."

Rou'er was taking his pulse and her face had changed. It wasn't that Da Long couldn't reach this level, but in just over three years, he had doubled his internal energy, reached the tenth level of Tiger Roar, and hadn't had any master to guide him. Little Tiger was a skill he had earned on the battlefield, Wan'er had always had her father by her side to take care of her, and the fool himself was just getting by, finding training too arduous and preferring to sleep with his wife. Only this fool was single-mindedly focused on protecting his family. To put it bluntly, this kid's internal energy growth rate exceeded the adaptation speed of his meridians. Such people are generally called geniuses in the martial arts world, and the fool here is called an idiot. She wanted to yell at him, but her eyes were stinging...

Rou'er had already thrown herself at Da Long, crying and fighting desperately. "Why are you like this? Why don't you say anything? It's not like I won't give it to you. Why are you all treating me like this? Why..."

Da Long looked at his brother-in-law blankly. Of course, he didn't know what was wrong with his sister. Rou'er, however, started tearing at his pants like a madwoman. She pulled out his huge penis, as thick as a child's arm, and without caring that her husband was still beside her, she opened her mouth and took it in. When it was limp, she could still hold it in, but after a few swallows, even with the glans pressing against her throat, she could only swallow half of it. Rou'er didn't give up. She stuck out her fragrant tongue to support the engorged glans and quickly stroked the shaft with her hand. "Good brother, please shoot it out, shoot it in sister's mouth, sister will catch it with her tongue..."

The fool watched all this indifferently, without any impulse for the first time. Da Long didn't seem to react much either. "Brother-in-law, sister kiss my little penis."

Then the penis quickly went limp, but Wan'er's mouth was clean. "Brother-in-law, my inner strength has increased again."

The fool said excitedly.

Rou'er finally gave up and cried in her husband's arms, "What should I do? He'll die, he'll die..."

"Dalong, don't you want to do something nice with your sister?"

"Yes, I haven't done it in so long."

"When was the last time you did it?"

"I remember it was when we were playing cards in a courtyard. I won, and it was supposed to be my turn with my sister, but then someone came and you chased me away."

So long ago, the fool wanted to slap himself. When Rou'er was moaning and groaning under a stranger that day, who cared what his foolish brother was thinking?

"Husband, how about I...?"

"No use. This kid's practice has become second nature. He probably won't stop even when he's sleeping. Da Long, do you still have sticky underwear in the morning?"

"You mean that? It seems like it's been a long time."

"Look, even if you give it to him, it'll probably be converted before he ejaculates, so it won't have any effect. Refining essence into qi is a profound internal martial art, but this kid has too much energy. He'll push himself to the limit."

Back home, still happy, Rou'er forced a smile as she arranged dinner. The fool called Wan'er to his room and got straight to the point: "Do you know the lecherous lecher?"

"Yes."

Oh? Wan'er really knows such a person? "Who is it? Introduce me, I have something important to ask."

"Aren't you one?"

This brat, Wan'er giggled and tried to run away, but the fool grabbed her and quickly stripped her bare. "Husband, stop fooling around, it's time to eat..."

"Da Long, come in!"

"Ah, no..."

Thinking he was going to do something naughty again, Wan'er twisted her body uncomfortably, but her struggles weren't violent. Da Long had already entered the room, and Wan'er snuggled into her husband's arms like a kitten. "Husband, do you really want him to..."

If only it were true, Da Long would have the urge, but he couldn't ejaculate. The fool explained the reason, and Wan'er understood. Only then did she dare to look back at Da Long. No wonder she felt his inner strength was so strong earlier, so that's how it was. "Husband, then you mean..."

"I just wanted to ask if there was a woman skilled in the art of sexual cultivation who could help him. As long as he could come out once, things would be easier later. He's perfectly healthy; I've just neglected him all these years."

"It seems there really is someone locked up in the death row..."

Walking too much at night leads to encountering ghosts, and lingering by the river too long will get your shoes wet. Qiu Wu couldn't remember how long he'd been imprisoned. His fellow inmates had changed more than a dozen times, but he remained untouched, neither killed nor released. Years ago, he'd coveted the daughter of the Minister of Revenue and had engaged in sexual intercourse twice, attracting the attention of a young man surnamed Zuo from the Ministry of Justice. What kind of world was it now? He wondered if the beautiful young woman who had caused him trouble had recovered.

The ever-present, deathly-faced jailer arrived again, this time not to deliver food, but accompanied by two men in black, one of whom was a woman. The reason was simple: her breasts were too large. Qiu Wu licked his lips.

The idiot and Wan'er, their faces covered, entered the cell. The Ministry of Justice was practically a family business now, so seeing a death row inmate was easy, but this man... did you have to be so damn beautiful?!

"Are you Qiu Wu?"

The man in the cell didn't speak, watching the two men warily. He hadn't been well-known in the martial arts world back then. Although he had mastered some unorthodox skills, he was involved in low-level business and naturally had few friends. These two weren't here to kill him; since they needed his help, it was a business deal, and deals are negotiated.

The fool wasn't here to negotiate. Qiu Wu hesitated only slightly. "If he doesn't answer when I call him, he's definitely an imposter. Kill him."

A flash of cold light, and a sword aimed straight for his throat. Qiu Wu swore he would be dead if he hadn't dodged quickly. "No, don't do it! I am, I am!"

"See, you should have said so earlier! How would I know who you were if you hadn't told me?" The fool squatted down. "I ask, you answer. I've locked you up for twenty years; you don't want me to keep you locked up until you die, do you? What's this about the art of 'sexual cultivation'?"

So that's what he wanted to ask. Was some young nobleman looking for some fun in his bedroom? "It is said that the Classic of Plain Girls records... The Classic of Profound Mystery says..."

The fool was completely confused, not knowing if he had also fallen for a great deception. Anyway, he didn't intend to practice it. "You know how to replenish yin and yang?"

"I know a little."

He really wanted to slap him across the face. Why did he have to learn such nonsense? "Then how about replenishing yang and yin?"

"I... I don't know!"

Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

"You don't know? Then you're useless. Kill him!"

"Brother, I'm a man. I can't learn that."

Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled. How could he tease her like that

? "When you replenish yin and yang, do you ever ejaculate first?"

"Don't underestimate me. If I ejaculate first, what's the point of replenishing yin and yang!"

Realizing he had gone too far, Qiu Wu quickly shut up. Fortunately, the man in front of him didn't threaten to kill him again because of this.

"Do you know any women who do what you do?"

"Women who do what I do? Oh, to be honest, I don't know any. If there was a woman who could replenish my yin and yang, would I need to go around cheating on people?!"

Wan'er muttered under her breath, but Qiu Wu didn't mind. He could tell these two were no ordinary people and needed his help. Life in prison was truly unbearable; even a mouse would be curious to see if it was male or female. "Young master, please speak frankly. If it's something related to sex, I might be able to help. But I have a small request..." "

You're being released?"

"Yes, yes."

"But you can't help. You've never had premature ejaculation." ... "Young master, don't joke around! How can a man have premature ejaculation in that kind of thing!"

"But I need a man with premature ejaculation!"... Amidst Qiu Wu's bewilderment, Wan'er stomped her foot and slipped out, unable to bear it any longer.

"It's not impossible, it's just that your request is too strange."

"Oh?"

The fool's eyes lit up. "You really have premature ejaculation? No, I mean you can make a man ejaculate prematurely?"

"Make someone else ejaculate prematurely? Why didn't you say so earlier, sir? That's possible..."

Qiu Wu was blindfolded and led out of the cell. When he regained his sight, he was in an unfamiliar house. A burly man was still unconscious on the bed. After the woman in black left, a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, walked in. Qiu Wu, who had seen countless women, could tell at a glance that she was a respectable woman. He was having impure thoughts when he heard the woman say, "Husband, everything is ready." He decided

not to look anymore; that man was the type to kill at the drop of a hat. Qiu Wu knew what he was about to do. A man's penis was in danger of exploding because he couldn't ejaculate due to practicing martial arts. Qiu Wu himself had never practiced advanced internal martial arts, but he had heard of refining essence into qi. He just didn't expect that someone could have such abundant essence and qi that he would explode from practicing. He had expected this young master to bring a courtesan, but instead, it was a respectable young woman. Needless to say, she was his own woman. Qiu Wu's eyes widened. The young woman began to undress…

Rou'er was naturally ashamed, but with her brother's life hanging in the balance, she couldn't worry about anything else. As for her husband, that bad man must be ecstatic, able to save someone and see her at the same time… She secretly glanced at the stranger; he was handsome beyond his years. Rou'er blushed and looked away, her bodice slipping from her chest with a slight flick of her arm…

Qiu Wu had long since stopped doing such tasteless things as nosebleeds. Those with class drooled over her. Beautiful, fair-skinned, slender waist, long legs, firm breasts, round buttocks… and damn, she was a bald woman… But this body… Qiu Wu muttered, dumbfounded, "A body of yin and yang…"
Chapter 27 ( January 27)

: That man's gaze was so annoying, like he wanted to devour her. But what man wouldn't look like that when he saw her body? They were an old married couple; her husband was still as infatuated with her as when they first got married. Shy yet slightly smug, Rou'er tried her best not to think about the stranger and went to the bedside to shake Da Long awake.

Da Long was a very light and deep sleeper; basically, he wouldn't wake up unless someone around him exuded murderous intent. Once, the idiot didn't believe it and sat by the bed while Da Long slept, thinking, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you," to see if his brother would wake up. But Da Long didn't react for a long time, and the idiot felt like a fool for taking advantage of Rou'er.

When Da Long woke up, he looked blankly at the people in the room. Why was his brother-in-law's face covered? Who was this stranger? His sister… his sister wasn't wearing clothes.

"Sister, we're going to…"

"You're not allowed to speak or move. Today, let your sister do it all."

Qiu Wu watched as the beautiful young woman lay on top of the man, watched her swallow his huge penis into her rosy lips, watched her round buttocks curve into an astonishing arc. His man was standing at the foot of the bed—such a good position; he could see everything. Unfortunately, he was on the side.

"Young master, shall we begin?"

Qiu Wu subtly took two steps towards the fool. His little scheme couldn't be hidden from anyone, though the fool remained silent. Rou'er, however, couldn't bear it any longer. Both of them were standing behind her; her husband was one thing, but the stranger must want to see too. With

Da Long's penis still in her mouth, her snowy buttocks swayed slightly in embarrassment. *Smack!* The fool gave her a light slap. The two had already understood each other's intentions; their buttocks stopped swaying. Qiu Wu was surprised to find that the young woman's buttocks were now sticking out even higher. Baihu had once been lucky enough to sleep with a woman like Baihu before, and knew how wanton these women were. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Young master, you have some skill!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Did I tell you to look at women? If my brother can't ejaculate, you're dead!"

Having been offered a warm welcome but met with a cold shoulder, even though the view between his legs was rare, his own life was more important. Qiu Wu dared not look any longer and asked softly, "So, should we make him ejaculate now?"

"Idiot! Can't you see my wife is already wet? How can we not let her have some pleasure?"

Before Qiu Wu could speak, Rou'er couldn't take it anymore. With a cry of "Ah!" she turned around, glaring at the two men with a mixture of shame and anger. Finding no one watching her, her large movements caused her full breasts to tremble, attracting four eyes. A tingling sensation ran through her breasts, and she hurriedly covered herself with her hands, trying to turn back. But then… in her shame and anxiety, she almost cried.

"I can't tease him anymore. Even a fool is afraid of his wife's wrath." "Now, let me see your skills, Da Long. No matter what happens later, don't move."

Qiu Wu walked to the bedside, trying to pull his gaze away from Rou'er. "Brother, please forgive me."

He pointed with his finger.

"Practicing Qi in several cycles, removing the old and taking in the new; the jade stem remains still, avoiding its death; therefore, it is practiced constantly to guide, moving without exertion, the so-called returning essence, returning essence to replenish, the way of life is manifested..."

He recited a sentence and then pointed with his finger. Whether it had any effect was unknown, but Da Long's penis remained hard.

"Young master, I've locked his Yang essence, should I make him come out now?"

The fool was at a loss. This time it was easy, but he couldn't always rely on others for help. "Will he be normal after this?"

"This... I'm afraid it won't work. I locked his acupoints to induce it. It's best to let him want to ejaculate on his own. Only if he remembers that feeling can he slowly recover. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Madam..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Rou'er, not daring to look into her eyes, as her breasts were blocked, so he looked at Rou'er's smooth mons pubis.

Unexpectedly, she still couldn't escape it. Rou'er glared angrily when she noticed him peeking at her genitals, and saw that his hand was still on Da Long's lower abdomen. "Then take your hand away!"

"Madam, if I take my hand away, all my efforts will be wasted."

Qiu Wu lied. Locking in semen and stimulating semen are two different techniques, but as long as his hand doesn't leave, what will happen later...

The fool didn't know if he was telling the truth or not, but seeing the situation, he could only believe him. Rou'er obviously realized this as well. "Then, then you can't move your hand around."

With her legs spread on either side of Da Long's body, Rou'er didn't know how she squatted down. Qiu Wu looked at the two moist and smooth labia, swallowed hard, and even Da Long tried to lift his head to look at his sister's lower body. Suddenly, no one spoke. Rou'er looked up blankly and realized the man's gaze was fixed on her. "You, you...

" Her legs were already too heavy to close, and at that moment, the

engorged head of the man's penis touched Rou'er's labia. "Are you trying to embarrass me to death? Ah..." Rou'er no longer cared about the man's gaze. Her plump vulva enveloped the man's penis and slowly moved downwards. Her small mouth parted slightly, her breath sweet and fragrant. With soft moans, her round buttocks finally covered the man's crotch. "Good, so big..."

Qiu Wu was so proud. He had calculated it perfectly. When the beauty sat down completely, the tip of her vulva covered his little finger. Although pressing on the man's pubic hair made him uncomfortable, the gentle touch from the young woman's labia was even more intoxicating.

"Sister, I feel so good."

"I feel good too. " "

Qiu Wu thought to himself.

Rou'er dared not answer. Da Long's penis was still so magnificent, the glans had broken through the barrier and entered her uterus. If she could bear this, the finger pressing between her labia was tormenting her. Her husband was right next to her, and she didn't know if he had noticed. Her beautiful face was filled with anger and a hint of shyness. She swayed her waist slightly and let out a

soft moan, "Oh..." Her alluring red lips parted slightly.

Rou'er was no longer a naive girl. Her figure was becoming more and more voluptuous, but she was not troubled. Just like her husband always said, "How did you grow all this flesh? It's all stuck to your chest and buttocks. Are you trying to drain me dry?" Every time he said this, Rou'er felt a sweet feeling in her heart. But now this sweetness was given to someone else. Her husband's eyes were full of teasing. Rou'er only glanced at him and then lowered her head. "Da Long, hold this place with your hand."

She grabbed her brother's hand and pressed it against her full chest, her heavy breasts held between the man's hands. Qiu Wu watched with envy, but the fool knew it was all for show; this girl was defiant.

Rou'er's expression suddenly turned strange, her brows furrowing. "No, no, don't touch me, oh, oh..."

She hadn't moved at all, so what was wrong? The fool was concerned but didn't dare ask. Da Long was kneading his sister's breasts, and assuming it was because he was using too much force, he didn't notice Rou'er glaring at Qiu Wu with embarrassment and anger.

This man is so wicked; did he put his hand there on purpose? The man's little finger, slightly raised within the moist labia, rested its knuckle on Rou'er's protruding clitoris, trembling subtly at a strange frequency. Rou'er's body was at its most sensitive, and her husband wouldn't notice. She wanted to point it out, but Da Long's body still needed her help. Her fleshy buttocks lifted slightly, temporarily avoiding the finger, but it would eventually fall...

The fool noticed his wife's strange behavior today. At first, it felt like a needle was pricking her down there, causing her to spring back at the slightest touch. Later, it was as if she were being held by a magnet, unable to lift herself up for a long time after sitting down, rubbing and shaking her plump buttocks. "Oh...no, it's so itchy...oh..."

The technique he hadn't used in years still worked. Qiu Wu continued his mischief without making a sound. With just a few tricks, he had brought this beautiful woman to such a state of pleasure. It was just a pity about her body. The burly man clearly didn't know what this woman's body meant, and probably even her husband didn't know. What a pity.

With her brother's penis inserted into her vagina, Rou'er's clitoris was being secretly teased by another man. She glanced uneasily at her husband, their eyes meeting. Her husband held up two fingers; he, he knew all along.

"Sister, I can't take it anymore, I need to pee, but I can't." "

Done," the fool patted Qiu Wu's shoulder. "Can't this useless man let me touch him a little longer?" Qiu Wu cursed inwardly, but dared not offend the man behind him. He flicked his fingers, finally pressing gently on Da Long's lower abdomen. "Ah..."

Rou'er collapsed onto Da Long, her plump buttocks trembling. "Husband, he's finally out...that's great...ah...ah..."

His wife's uterus was being washed with another man's semen. Watching Da Long hold Rou'er's petite body in his arms, the fool grabbed Qiu Wu by the collar and dragged him out the door. Time to settle accounts!

"My brother's alright?"

"Yes, he'll be normal from now on. Just find him a woman regularly."

Qiu Wu had overheard their address; he'd just pretend not to know about these wealthy people's affairs.

"Does my wife feel good when she touches you?"

"Yes, ah, young master, I didn't mean to..."

"Then how do you want to die?"

"Young master, you, you, you won't let me go..."

"You also saw that the woman has a yin-yang body, do you think I would let you go?"

So that's how it is, this man knew. He didn't expect that his whispered self-talk would be overheard. Such a secret must not be revealed. Qiu Wu knew what kind of storm such news would cause in the martial arts world. It's a pity that he just thought he could get his hands on her and start a lewd life in the martial arts world, but who knew...

"Husband, do you really want to kill him?"

Wan'er had been guarding outside the door. Her family had all gone to sleep. Only a few of them were involved in this matter. She just didn't know why her husband had changed his mind.

"I didn't expect him to even know this. Knowing too much can kill people. Wan'er, go ahead, be careful!"

"But..."

Wan'er was about to argue when the fool turned around and went into the house.

Qiu Wu was blindfolded again, and Wan'er carried him and flew over the courtyard wall.

Half an hour later, Rou'er, drenched in sweat, collapsed in the arms of the fool. Da Long had already fallen asleep. "Husband, is Da Long really alright?"

"You still ask me? Just now, when Da Long said he needed to pee again, who was it that stuck their butt out to prevent him from peeing outside?"

"You're so annoying!"

Rou'er slapped him in embarrassment and anger. "Then will my sister really kill that man? Didn't you say he knows my secret?"

"Well..."

Wan'er led Qiu Wu out of the city. It wasn't that she hadn't killed people before, but someone who had lost the ability to resist and had just done her family a favor... Husband, how cruel you are!

Qiu Wu knew he had no chance. This woman's martial arts were beyond his reach. He only realized how little he knew when he needed it. He had spent half his life on unorthodox methods. His martial arts were actually not weak, but he had lost most of them for a certain reason back then.

In the desolate wilderness, in complete silence, it was the perfect place to kill. Qiu Wu slumped to the ground as Wan'er threw him down. "Speak, what do you know? He wants to kill you?"

"You don't know, Miss?"

"Will you talk or not?"

Wan'er held her sword to Qiu Wu's neck.

"Just do it, Miss. That young master certainly has a reason to kill me. If no one knows, it's nothing, but if it leaks, the consequences are too great. But to see the legendary woman before I die, and even touch her a couple of times, is enough!"

"You shameless!"

Wan'er scolded, her face still veiled so her expression couldn't be seen. With a swift movement, she severed the rope binding Qiu Wu's wrists. "Get lost. You'd better be this tough if anyone asks you about it in the future!"

Qiu Wu was confused. What was going on? She wasn't going to kill him? He was afraid of death, of course he was afraid of death. He had used every last means to save his life, but he hadn't expected it to take so long to take effect. Had the twenty years of hiding it become ineffective? "

Girl, you won't kill me?"

"Do you really want me to kill you?"

"No, I'm incredibly grateful for your kindness, but... but... I'm afraid of dying too. I secretly slipped you some medicine just now..."

"You..."

Wan'er only managed to utter one word before her body slumped weakly. "You repay kindness with enmity!"

She never imagined that a death row inmate who had been imprisoned for twenty years would possess such despicable tricks. It was indeed due to her carelessness, but now the situation was reversed; she was the fish on the chopping block.

"Don't worry, young lady, it's just a sleeping potion, it won't harm you. I also want to live. The effects of the potion will wear off in half an hour. I'm leaving now. Please tell that young master that since he wants to kill me, this matter isn't over. He'll understand as soon as you say it."

Fortunately, the outcome didn't change. Wan'er was annoyed that she had fallen for the villain's scheme. After waiting for a long time, she asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet? I'll pass on the message."

She looked up and realized that he was examining her body. Panic began to run through her mind. "You, what do you want to do?"

He hadn't been in the mood to worry about his life earlier, but now that the crisis was over, he was a lecherous man and extremely sensitive to the scent of women. The faint fragrance emanating from Wan'er's body wafted into his nostrils, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances before he couldn't look away. Her slender figure, her firm breasts, and the black bodysuit that barely contained her small nipples made her stand out. Qiu Wu walked over and squatted down.

"You, you mustn't do anything rash."

"Girl, I've been imprisoned for twenty years, twenty years without a woman. Please have pity on me, I promise I won't ruin your body."

The buttons of her clothes were undone one by one. Wan'er was both ashamed and angry. "I just released you, and you treat me like this? I won't let you get away with this… Ah, no!"

A chill ran through her chest; her breasts, suppressed for so long, were finally freed, bouncing and jumping into Qiu Wu's eyes.

"What plump breasts!"

The size that troubled Wan'er was an irresistible temptation to the man. "You'd better kill me, otherwise…"

“You saved my life, Miss. I, Qiu Wu, am not that kind of person. But you have such a wonderful thing, how can you keep it a secret? It's such a waste.”

These words sounded just like her husband’s. The fool’s original words were: “Such big breasts, not showing them to a man is a waste!

” At this point, the man had no chance of stopping. Wan’er looked at his handsome face, her heart pounding like a deer. “You said you wouldn’t ruin my body, you have to keep your word.”

In her soft voice, Wan’er somehow remembered what her husband said every time he wanted her: “Tell me, what is the purpose of marrying a wife?”

Whenever her husband asked this, she would shamelessly answer, “For fucking. Marrying a wife is for others to fuck.”

“Oh? You agree, Miss? I, Qiu Wu, have never forced anyone in my life. Originally, if you didn’t want to, I thought I would just let it go, but I didn’t expect…”

“You, you…”

Rou’er was so angry that she couldn’t speak, but she saw Qiu Wu taking off his pants. “You said you wouldn’t ruin my body, how could you lie to me?”

"No, no, watch closely, young lady."

He really hadn't ruined his body, it was just like this, like this... Wan'er watched as the man squeezed his penis into her greasy breasts, her breasts wrapped in his hands, the hot center between them. Each time the mushroom-shaped glans emerged from her breasts, it almost touched her lips, a pungent smell filling the air. Her husband also liked to play with her like this, and every time this happened, he would...

The woman beneath him had only her beautiful eyes showing, but her gaze was becoming increasingly hazy. Qiu Wu could tell, of course, that she wasn't a virgin. How could her man not have defiled such a beauty? He rubbed her nipple with his thumb. "If you don't mind, young lady, you can take my glans in your mouth. I'll take the loss."

"You, you..."

She glanced at him, embarrassed and annoyed, wanting to turn her head away, but the tingling in her breasts, the heat in her body, the smell of his penis, and a surge of heat coursing through her body... The man's hand reached behind her head and untied Wan'er's veil. There was still a last shred of covering her face, but now... her round face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, delicate nose, and cherry-like lips... Wan'er had always been confident in her looks, and sure enough, this man was stunned.

The man's glans was right next to her mouth. Wan'er knew what he wanted; if he ejaculated sooner, he would let her go. Wan'er comforted herself with this thought, but for some reason, the large hand on her breast tightened its grip. "It hurts, you're pinching me too hard..."

Her soft voice startled Qiu Wu. "You, your surname is Zuo?"

Wan'er had already slightly opened her mouth, but upon hearing his words, she suddenly stopped, nodding blankly.

"Who is Zuo Liang to you?"

"Do you know my father?"

"Yes, I do. How is your mother?"

"My mother passed away not long after giving birth to me. Who exactly are you?"

A hint of desolation flashed in Qiu Wu's eyes. "Me? I am the Zuo family's greatest enemy!"

The man's aura suddenly changed. "Young lady, you are my benefactor, but you shouldn't be Zuo Liang's daughter. Since he failed to fulfill his promise to me, I will never let him go."

"I won't let you hurt my father."

Wan'er didn't know how her family had gained an enemy. This person didn't look very old. She had to find a way to escape and warn her father.

"Your father? You should think of yourself first!"

Qiu Wu suddenly became violent, grabbing Wan'er's breasts hard, then dragging her trousers off. "Slut, you're not wearing anything underneath, are you waiting to be fucked by a man? Fine, I'll collect some interest on Zuo Liang's daughter first." Wan'er

was now naked, her strong legs spread apart, her alluring vulva already a mess. "You can get this wet just by touching your breasts, you slut, you whore, today I'll taste Zuo Liang's daughter again."

Fierce and ruthless, a thick, long penis plunged all the way in, Wan'er cried out, no longer caring whether it was fullness or pain, glaring at the man who was constantly thrusting on her body, "I don't care how you treat me, if you dare to hurt my father, I, Zuo Wanfei, will never let you go even as a ghost!"

She was in a daze every day, but today she was especially so. "Why is this tender cunt so tight? Is it because your man hasn't fucked you enough? Today I'll..."

Qiu Wu was stunned again.

"Your name is Zuo Wanfei?"

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his expression terrifying. Wan'er, being a girl, didn't know what she had said wrong, and nodded fearfully, "Father said it was my mother who gave me this name!"

"Wanfei, Wanfei..."

Qiu Wu suddenly jumped up, slapping himself four or five times, then frantically started putting Wan'er's pants on and covering her breasts with clothes. "Girl, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me this time."

Qiu Wu disappeared into the distance with a strange cry, leaving Wan'er alone, bewildered...

That brat took so long to come back. "Release him?"

The fool's gaze was unfriendly.

"Yes, I'm sorry, husband, I couldn't bear to kill him."

Wan'er was somewhat hesitant, her mind heavy with worries.

"Don't scare her,"

Rou'er said, already dressed, pulling Wan'er aside. "Ignore him. Your husband knows you're kind-hearted; he just wants you to let him off the hook."

"But what if he knows my sister's secret...?"

"That's exactly what's good," the fool explained Rou'er's body to her. "Think about it, Qiu Wu's martial arts aren't very high, right? Rou'er's body is a treasure to martial artists. What would someone with low martial arts skills do if they knew such a big secret?"

"He definitely wouldn't dare tell anyone,"

Rou'er interjected.

"By the way, husband, he said he'd come back to settle accounts with you..."

Wan'er added.

"That's right, this will be fun for you later,"

the fool leered.

"You're going to die..."

the girls punched him repeatedly.

Early in the morning, the fool went to the construction site, still making sure to check on Li Chang. Since she tricked Li Chang, things have progressed by leaps and bounds, but the money has been spent lavishly, all paid for by that rich woman Yunzhu. The fool tried several times to compensate her, but Yunzhu refused, crying when pressed, saying her husband treated her like an outsider. Then the fool would coax her, and after she was appeased, he would shamelessly flirt with her again. The two of them had played this game several times, enjoying it immensely. It's just a pity for Lord Li, who has had several friends from the Ministry of Works happily doing all the work for others, the fool seeing him almost forgetting about the Tibetan delegation.

At the Zuo residence, there was no court assembly today. Lord Zuo was reading when he looked up, suddenly noticing his daughter standing prettily at the door. "Little girl's back, come in."

But then her daughter said, "What? You said Qiu Wu ran away? How do you know about him? Who told you to go see him?"

She then slumped down, looking ten years older, her daughter's suspicious expression lingering. "He told you, didn't he?"

"He didn't say much, but I can guess some things. Father, please tell me, okay?"

Twenty years ago, Zuo Liang was not yet thirty, but he already held a high position in the Ministry of Justice. He was successful in his official career and had beautiful wives at home. His only regret was that he had no children. His master arranged for him to enter the court as an official. Although he didn't know why, he carefully concealed his identity, waiting for the day he would be summoned. That year, a major case occurred in Luoyang City. Several wives and young ladies were defiled, including the daughter of the Minister of Revenue. The emperor was furious.

Wan'er's mother was a gentle and virtuous woman, but her body was too delicate. The best doctors had been consulted, but they all said that the lady had a congenital heart defect and was not suitable for childbirth, otherwise her life would be in danger. Even marital relations should not be too vigorous.

Lady Zuo was not a jealous person, so she arranged for her husband to take concubines. However, several women from respectable families were sent away by her husband as soon as they entered the house, without even being allowed to see their appearance. "It doesn't matter if we don't have children, as long as you can stay by my side."

Deeply moved by their love, Lady Zuo felt a pang of regret.

Crimes were occurring frequently in Luoyang, and Lady Zuo heard about it. Her husband lost his appetite and grew increasingly thin. She felt useless; her husband wouldn't take concubines, and divorce was out of the question. Not being able to produce an heir for the Zuo family was already a regret, so she wanted to share her husband's burdens. But to catch the lecherous thief, she had to use herself…

Lady Zuo changed her usual habits and began frequently leaving the mansion to meet with her sisters, which finally caught Qiu Wu's attention. At first glance, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Every smile, every gesture, exuded feminine grace and delicate beauty; such a woman was simply born to be cherished. One late night, taking advantage of the imperial banquet for his officials, Qiu Wu sneaked into the Zuo family's bedroom.

There was no shouting or cursing; Madam Zuo, draped in a light veil, had been waiting for this day. The room was filled with a strange fragrance. She was twenty-five years old, the prime of her life, and looking at the handsome stranger before her, she was gently laid down on the bed, blushing. It turns out that intimacy between husband and wife can be so pleasurable. Her husband never used such vigorous movements, never ejaculated inside her. She knew he did it for her health, but the man pressing down on her brought tears to her eyes. "Go away. I've already wronged my husband. You should be satisfied with my body."

"Why are you telling me to leave? The incense you lit will take effect soon."

"You...you knew all that? Then why..."

"I like you. I liked you from the first time I peeked at you on the street. Your body isn't well, is it? I can tell. Don't you feel better after being with me? Not tired at all?"

"Yeah, I don't know why."

"I'm a lecherous thief. I'll take what I need. If I can take, I can take. Come with me, your body will get better."

"No, I can't leave my husband. You're a good man. Don't do those bad things anymore. If you ever want another woman...just...just come to me. Don't ruin other women's reputations."

"Alright, I promise you, but what if I still want a woman now?"

Her body was turned over, Madam Zuo's round buttocks raised high, experiencing from behind for the first time in her life.

"I was outside the door when they were saying and doing these things,"

Lord Zuo said softly.

"Father, you saw it all? You went in and arrested him?"

Lord Zuo didn't rush in. Although his heart was breaking, he had never seen his wife so happy. He had neglected her feelings as a woman. Besides, his wife's spirits had indeed improved considerably. Could this really cure her illness?

Lady Zuo, whose maiden name was Xiao Wan, was recovering well, but her inner turmoil was growing heavier. She was also incredibly intelligent; had her husband discovered something? Why was he often staying out all night? Although it made it easier for her to have illicit affairs with that other man, it was still…

After one particularly intense encounter, she said, “Fifth Brother, please don’t come looking for me anymore.”

“What, is he making things difficult for you?”

“No, my husband doesn’t know. I just don’t want to betray him again.”

Qiu Wu knew she could never truly belong to him. “I have a manor outside the city. You and I will stay there for five days. After five days, we will be strangers, and I will no longer bother you.”

“Mother went with him?”

Wan’er asked.

Lord Zuo nodded.

“Then what about you, Father?”

Lord Zuo, of course, couldn’t bear to lose his wife so easily. After searching everywhere, he finally found clues at a manor outside Luoyang.

In the center of the courtyard, Madam Zuo, her hands on the stone table, her round buttocks raised high, said, "Fifth Brother, no more, I can't take it..."

"What did you call me?"

"Fei, Brother Fei, not in the courtyard, it'll be so embarrassing if someone sees us, ah... ah... my hole is going to be ruined..."

Qiu Wu's real name was Qiu Fei, Wu was just his birth order in the family. After the storm had passed, Xiao Wan nestled in Qiu Fei's arms, "You treat me like this every day, what if I get pregnant?"

"Then give birth to the child, your husband has wanted one for a long time."

"You, you're just happy, you don't think about me at all. My husband is so good to me, I'll tell him everything when I get back, but if I get pregnant, I will give birth to the child no matter what. If it's a boy, I'll name him Zuo Xiaoliang, if it's a girl, I'll name her Zuo Wanfei..."

Her voice was barely audible at this point.

Qiu Wu was overjoyed. This woman finally had him in her heart. Her man hadn't conceived for so many years, so it must be no good. If she had a child, it would definitely be his. That's wonderful! He hugged Xiao Wan tightly. "Sister, let's do it again. You came when someone knocked on the door earlier. This time, we'll leave the door open. Someone might see us at any time. Let's see how wanton you can be."

Amid Xiao Wan's coquettish resistance, the door was pulled open a crack, revealing her fair, round buttocks. The woman's suppressed moans carried far.

Wan'er finally couldn't sit still any longer and jumped up. "Father, are you saying I'm actually Mother's daughter with that man?"

Tears streamed down her face. Lord Zuo quickly hugged her tightly. "Don't talk nonsense. Of course you're my daughter."

"Father, I don't want to leave you. Please don't abandon me. I'm surnamed Zuo. I'm surnamed Zuo."

"Nonsense. Your surname is Lü now. Be good, don't think nonsense. Have you forgotten what poison you cured your father?"

Wan'er thought for a moment, then her face suddenly turned bright red. "You're so annoying, Father. You brought it up again. I'm so embarrassed."

Her full body wriggled in her father's arms like a spoiled child. Soon, Wan'er buried her face in her father's chest, and a hard object was positioned between her long legs.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but neither father nor daughter mentioned it. "Want to hear more?"

"Yes."

Qiu Wu kept his word and brought Xiao Wan back on time. He had the servants help the lady away, and the conversation between the men began.

"Don't make things difficult for her. I seduced her, and I forcibly took her with me. She's a good woman."

"I know who my wife is, but I'm going to put you in the death row."

"You think you can stop me?"

"You've lost a tenth or even a tenth of your martial arts skills. Why can't I keep you here?"

Qiu Wu couldn't escape. He had indeed suffered a great loss of energy because of Xiao Wan. Without enough women for him to replenish his strength, he would never recover. He was still tough, and as he was being taken away, he kept shouting, "Treat her well, treat her well..."

As soon as the officials left, Xiao Wan ran out crying, "Husband, don't kill him, don't kill him! He's not a bad person. He cured my illness."

Lord Zuo lovingly stroked his wife's face. "He used all his martial arts skills to save you. He's almost a cripple now. How could I make things difficult for him? It's just that he has countless enemies in the martial arts world because of what he did in the past. If I release him, he might not even be able to leave Luoyang."

"Husband, you're saving him? You're the best, I knew you were the best. But I'm sorry, I've defiled myself. You should divorce me or take a concubine."

"Take a concubine? You've wronged me, you should make it up to me. I'll arrange for you to see him in prison in a while."

"Really? Husband, you're lying. I'll never see him again. I just want to live a good life with you and have a child with you."

"Give me a child? You brat! I only just realized today that the gentle and virtuous eldest daughter of the Xiao family is so slutty! She dares to have sex with a man with her backside exposed! Today I'll show you how powerful your man is, so you won't only have eyes for Brother Fei. I'm going to shoot as much as I can, and we don't even know whose child it will be!"

"Ah, husband, you're peeping at us! Ah, put me down..."

Lord Zuo paused here, "Back then, in this very room, I picked up your mother and placed her on the desk. Your mother's body was so beautiful, her breasts were as big as yours."

Her father's hand had somehow touched her full breasts, and Wan'er's body trembled, but she didn't resist.

"Father, do you hate that man and Mother?"

"No, I've never hated them. Those were the happiest times of our lives. A month later, your mother became pregnant. Whose child it was didn't matter anymore. Being able to be with her every day and see her smiling face was enough. I secretly swapped Qiu Wu with someone else and locked him in the deepest part of the death row, thinking I'd secretly release him after the child was born. We discussed that the child would have to take the Zuo surname no matter what, but we could have him as the godfather. But we were too happy too soon. Although her health improved a lot, she still couldn't get through that ordeal. She exhausted her last bit of energy to give birth to you."

"Father, I was wrong."

"What wrong have you done? We're the ones who are wrong."

"Then why did you lock him up for twenty years? If I hadn't told him, I wouldn't have known Mother had passed away."

"It was your mother who wouldn't let us go. When she left, she held my hand and said that although Qiu Wu was a lecherous scoundrel, she was also extreme in nature. If she were alive, that would be fine, but if she were dead, she would definitely take revenge on us. Your father wasn't afraid, but I know your mother had something she didn't say outright. Qiu Wu was too deeply in love with her, and she just wanted to leave secretly so that no one else

would be sad for her. She didn't know how much I wanted to switch places with Qiu Wu, to lock me up in jail, so that I would think she was still alive and happy, so that I..." Lord Zuo choked up and couldn't continue. Wan'er was even more moved by the strange love triangle of the previous generation.

Everything became clear. No wonder that man went berserk after hearing about his mother's death, no wonder he acted so strangely upon hearing his own name. "Father, but that Uncle Qiu looks so young."

"He just has the art of preserving his youth, otherwise how could he have seduced your mother, that old lecher who's two years older than me!"

Father was still jealous. Wan'er smiled gently, "Father, don't be sad. Mother is gone, but I'm still here. Your daughter will stay with you for the rest of her life."

The fool waited at home for three days but Qiu Wu didn't come. That guy was so boring. He said he was coming to play with Rou'er, and the fool wanted to see his skills. He went around the construction site, went around the pharmacy, but dared not go to the gold shop or the restaurant, too ashamed to go there.

Unconsciously, he arrived at the entrance of Qianjin Tower. This is it. Today, he must have Yunzhu perform a sexy dance for him. Or should he put a steel pipe in the middle of the stage? Just as he was thinking about going in, he saw a familiar face. "Hey, why don't you come in for a bit?"

The bald man in front of him was completely unfamiliar, and Qiu Wu was certain he didn't recognize him. "Don't you know who I am, young master?"

"Stop pretending! You saw my wife's huge secret, and you dare come back without fear of death?"

"It's you! You've come to kill me? Fine, go ahead and do it. I won't tell anyone about that secret, but I have one request."

He dared to make demands! "Speak!"

"That night, your guard, don't make things difficult for her."

"Guard? What guard?"

"The one you sent to kill me, but then released my kind girl!"

"Bullshit, can't you see her big breasts? You wouldn't let a girl like that be a guard, of course you'd put her on the bed..."

Before he could finish his fantasy, he heard a loud shout in his ear, "You dare!"

The fool was startled, not understanding why this person had suddenly become so timid after just a few days. Okay, if you're not timid, then I am. "Don't be angry, don't be angry. That girl is already my wife. It's not wrong for me to put my wife on the bed, is it?"

"Wife? That one from that day could never be your concubine. Are you suggesting Wanfei be your concubine?"

He even called her Wanfei, but this man's aura was too overwhelming, and the fool felt inexplicably guilty. "What concubine? My family are all wives, all ladies, all of equal status."

"That's good, that's good," Qiu Wu said approvingly, looking at the fool.

The fool was sweating profusely. That look was so intimate, so intense, so ambiguous—clearly the look of a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law. He felt a light pat on the shoulder. "Treat her well," Qiu Wu said, patting his behind and leaving. It took the fool a while to realize—wasn't he supposed to be there to settle scores? "You come back here, you old liar!" He

was nowhere to be seen.

"Bad luck, bad luck," the fool complained as he entered the Thousand Gold Pavilion, intending to bully Yunzhu to balance things out. But why was everyone there? He plopped down between Yunzhu and Rou'er, "I'm so angry!"

"What? Who could possibly bully you?"

"It's Qiu Wu! That old swindler just gave me a dressing down, and I didn't even realize what was happening."

"Who's Qiu Wu?"

Yunzhu didn't know.

Wan'er was pouring him tea when she heard this and hurriedly asked, "Did you see him? Where did he go?"

"He went east, I think in the direction of your house. Tell me, how did you let that old swindler go that day? Something feels off."

Old swindler, old swindler! Wan'er pounced on him like a wildcat and gave him a good beating, then grabbed her sword and rushed out.

This girl is going crazy. The fool rested his head on Rou'er's chest, feeling wronged. "Wife, she hit me..."

Wan'er arrived a step too late. Qiu Wu had already gone in. The little apprentice was guarding the back gate. "Master, Grandmaster said no one is allowed to come in."

"Not even me?"

"He specifically told you not to come in."

Wan'er was anxious. She could hear fighting coming from inside. No mother in heaven would forgive her if she hurt him. "Get out of the way!"

"No!"

This stubborn boy! Wan'er wanted to teach him a lesson, but the boy's basic skills were quite solid. She couldn't bear to actually hit him. Zuo Shun grabbed one of her legs. "You're not allowed to go in!"

Wan'er was really at her wit's end. "Little Shun, then Master will let you kiss me. Will you let Master in?"

"Really? I can kiss you?"

He was a boy after all, and he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although he had been intimate with his master, he had roughly understood what had happened that night. His master had been kind to him, so he naturally didn't dare to mention it again. But today, it was his master who took the initiative.

Seeing his hesitation, Wan'er cursed him under her breath as a little lecher, then leaned in with her delicate face. "Just one kiss, okay? You have to keep your word. You, mmm..."

The kiss landed directly on her lips. She tried to push him away, but her hands were too heavy to lift. Zuo Shun's hand pressed against Wan'er's breast. As Wan'er gasped and almost lost her balance, the boy ran away as if he'd done something wrong. You little rascal, I'll settle the score with you later!

Fists and kicks swung in the courtyard. Wan'er, who had intended to break up the fight, found it amusing. Qiu Wu had somehow managed to trick her father, and the two of them were fighting like street thugs

without using any martial arts. Her father had dark circles under his eyes, and Qiu Wu's handsome face was swollen. "Don't say I'm bullying you. Even without martial arts, you're no match for me."

"Don't talk big. If I hadn't exhausted all my strength to save her, you wouldn't be a match for me even with martial arts."

Sure enough, the mention of that woman extinguished their fighting spirit, and the two slumped down. "When she left..."

Qiu Wu hesitated,

"She was thinking of you."

"Sigh, twenty years. I understand you arrested me for my own good, but why didn't you tell me she was gone?"

"Tell you? If I told you she was gone, would you have survived these twenty years?"

Qiu Wu was speechless. "I've seen Wanfei. All my resentment is gone. Thank you for taking care of my daughter all these years."

Lord Zuo immediately objected. "You're talking nonsense! That's my daughter, Xiao Wan and my daughter. What does it have to do with you?"

"Haha, are you angry? Her name is Wanfei, so naturally she's my daughter. Don't be shy about admitting it."

"You old lecher, trying to take advantage of me? Take this!"

"Ah, you hit me again! Take this kick!"

Wan'er finally couldn't stand it anymore. These two fathers, oh dear! "Stop fighting!"

With a sharp rebuke, Wan'er jumped out and separated the two wrestling. Looking at this one, then at that one, she finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

Just like twenty years ago, the two seemed to see the young Xiao Wan again, her voice and smile, her gentle words like a spring breeze, soothing and comforting. Both were mesmerized…

“Madam…”

“Sister…”

Naturally, one of them placed a hand on Wan’er’s ample breast. Wan’er hadn’t expected them to mistake her for her mother at this moment, and she was too ashamed to lift her head. “It’s me, it’s Wan’er…”

These words snapped her out of her reverie, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand. “You dare take advantage of your daughter?”

“You did too…”

“Alright, stop arguing and I’ll get angry. Father, you’ll always be my good father!”

Wan’er said to Lord Zuo.

Lord Zuo was smug, while Qiu Wu was dejected.

“Uncle Qiu, I know your feelings for my mother. Can I call you godfather from now on?”

He leaned close to Qiu Wu’s ear, “I’ll call you father when no one’s around.”

This time Qiu Wu was delighted. His only wish was for Wan Fei to acknowledge him. Zuo Liang snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

"No more fighting, okay? Good girl, we have no grudges between us. Mother will be happy if we both live happily in heaven."

What else could she say? Wan'er had become the master of the room, holding one of them in each arm. Although she could feel their arms pressed tightly against her breasts, she still blushed and didn't let go. "You're both so old, still fighting. Go wash up, you two go together."

Knowing that this girl was giving the two a chance to make up, the two glared at each other and went into the washroom. Wan'er pulled up a stool and sat down by the door, silently looking at the sky. "Mother, you'll be happy if they stop fighting, right?" The two inside whispered to each other. Wan'er didn't want to eavesdrop. The two inside were arguing. Wan'er was too lazy to eavesdrop. The two inside were shouting and fighting. Wan'er... "Why are they fighting again!"

But they were taking a bath. Wan'er blushed. Anyway, she had seen them both, so she pushed open the door and rushed in.

Faced with Qiu Wu's beating, Zuo Liang actually endured it without fighting back. The room was steamy, and the two naked old men were entangled together. Wan'er didn't care anymore. Standing by the pool, she couldn't reach them, so she simply jumped in and hugged Qiu Wu. "Godfather, what are you doing? Let's talk this out. Don't hit him."

"What did he do to you? He was poisoned with lustful drugs, why didn't he just die so you could cure him? Is this how you take care of my daughter? You old bastard!"

Wan'er glanced at her father, wondering why they were talking about this. Fortunately, they didn't mention the mother-child sex, otherwise they would have been exposed. Since she had already lied, she would lie for the rest of her life!

"Godfather, stop! Don't hit him anymore! Have you forgotten what you did to me that night?"

Qiu Wu was dumbfounded. Zuo Liang looked up again, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment and understood everything. Now, the eldest brother didn't have to talk about the second brother.

"You two, look up at me!" Wan'er said with an air of authority. "No more talk of the past... Ah..."

The clothes at home, at the insistence of some unscrupulous person, were all form-fitting designs made of sheer silk and gauze. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but now Wan'er was in the bath, completely soaked. Her snow-white skin and graceful curves were no longer concealed, and her high, firm breasts revealed two alluring blushes at their tips.

Wan'er cried out and submerged herself in the water. "You, where are you looking?"

"You told us to look."

"Hmm."

This time, the two were surprisingly in unison. "You lecherous old man!" Wan'er said coquettishly.

Their daughter's shyness made them smile, and her allure stirred their hearts. They glanced at each other unintentionally, a strange emotion brewing within them.

"Girl, don't hide it anymore. Let this old lecher see if I've mistreated my daughter these past twenty years."

Actually, at this point, Wan'er understood what the two old men were thinking. If nothing had happened, it would be fine, but after some physical contact, it became very difficult to keep her heart pure. The key was that her husband liked the fool; that was Wan'er's greatest reliance.

Zuo Liang's words startled Qiu Wu. He hadn't expected him to actually say it. Social etiquette was meaningless to him, but he was afraid of ruining his daughter's happiness since she was already married. If she was willing… Facing this face almost identical to Xiao Wan's, but with a more voluptuous body, Qiu Wu's heart warmed.

"You're just trying to bully me! I don't want to!"

Wan'er said petulantly, lowering her head even further.

"Any lower and you'll be drowning."

"You're so annoying, Father! You're making fun of me! I'm ignoring you! Wan'er and Godfather are good!" She

then leaned towards Qiu Wu in a coquettish manner.

"Ah, why is Godfather carrying a weapon while bathing? Wan'er is not going to be with you anymore, Wan'er is going to find Father."

She swam towards Zuo Liang again.

Qiu Wu blushed deeply, while Wan'er swam between the two like a sprite. She knew she was playing with fire, lust! Compared to the potential danger, she hoped the two could be at peace, even if she was the one connecting them.

Her clothes were gradually stripped away. It was unclear who made the first move, but every time Wan'er left someone, a piece of clothing was taken away. When she left Qiu Wu for the last time, even her underpants were gone. "I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore, both fathers are so mean."

Wan'er, who had stopped playing, didn't leave. Instead, she stood up from the water. Her slender figure, firm breasts, round, plump buttocks, and the still-drenched black pubic hair... Wan'er displayed her gentle side like a blooming peony. Her face, as bright as a lotus emerging from the water, had her eyes slightly closed, but her trembling long eyelashes betrayed her nervousness.

But why hadn't anyone moved for so long? Peeking out, she saw that her father and godfather were both burning with lust, yet they just smiled at her, as if watching their daughter being playful and mischievous in front of her father.

Embarrassed to death, Wan'er couldn't hold back any longer and let out a soft moan, trying to run away. Only then did Zuo Liang stand up and reach out to embrace his daughter's slender waist. "You little devil, you've teased us two old folks enough, want to leave?"

"You're so mean, so mean, so mean..."

Her small fists pounded against her father's chest, but she quickly buried her face in it. Between her legs, a hot, incredibly hard penis pressed against her sensitive labia.

"Father, I'm scared..."

Wan'er murmured.

"What are you scared of? If you don't want to, then Father will take you home, okay?"

"No, Mother is gone, you and Godfather have suffered so much all these years, Wan'er... Wan'er is willing."

After saying that, she turned around, braced herself against the edge of the pool, arched her back, and raised her fleshy buttocks high. "Father, be gentle, Wan'er can't take it... Oh..."

The tight fleshy hole was stretched open a little, and it was slowly pushed in amidst Wan'er's soft moans. For a mature young woman, eyes are always small and belly is big. The huge thing that Wan'er found terrifying was completely inserted into her plump fleshy hole. "Oh, Father... You've hit Wan'er's flower core..."

The white and plump buttocks were slapped loudly as Zuo Liang thrust wildly in his daughter's vagina. Her drooping breasts appeared even larger as they swayed back and forth. Qiu Wu, watching this lewd scene, began to complain indignantly, "Alas, poor godfather, godfather is almost there, and no one cares."

“Oh, godfather… how could Wan’er not care about you… Wan’er’s little hole has been taken by father… Wan’er will give you cock… Wan’er will suck father’s big cock with her mouth…”

As soon as Qiu Wu sat down by the pool, Wan’er opened her little mouth and took the erect penis into her mouth. Her vagina was numb and tingling from the impact, and the penis in her mouth was even more murderous. Wan’er’s fair body was sandwiched between the two of them, swaying back and forth. Qiu Wu held her heavy breasts in his hands and kneaded them a couple of times. “Back then, your mother also lay down under my crotch like this, but she didn’t have another one inserted in her back.”

The words were what made Zuo Liang feel extremely excited. Wan’er’s vagina suddenly began to convulse, and her clitoris bit and gnawed at the glans. Her fair and plump buttocks trembled continuously. Wan’er finally spat out the penis in her mouth. “Don’t say it, father, I’m going to lose it, I want to come… ah… ah…”

Honey fluid kept flowing out of her vagina, and milky white foam kept squeezing out from the point of their union.

"Hey you old bastard, do you even know how to fuck? You should slow down now, let your daughter savor the pleasure of orgasm."

"You old lecher, what right do you have to say that to me? My wife used to say my skills were better than yours."

"Nonsense, my sister only learned the joys of being a woman after she met me."

"I won't argue with you, dare to compete?"

"Fine, let's compete, let my daughter tell me who's better."

The two shameless old men hadn't seen each other for twenty years, and when they met, it was like two fighting roosters. Wan'er only realized another side of her father today. It turned out that her father was also a competitive person when he was young. But she didn't care about that, because the arena for their duel was her delicate body.

"Daughter, today your godfather will show you what a woman is. Don't hold back, scream if you can't."

Wan'er screamed, both seductive and wanton. But no matter who was better, objectively speaking, it was her godfather, after all, he was a professional. But her father was no less skilled. Her godfather relied on technique, while her father relied on stamina. Their two big cocks had already taken turns going in and out of her vagina twice. "No, no more... Wan'er is going to be fucked to death by your cocks... Godfather, don't tease my flower... No... I want it, I want it again... Ah... So beautiful... No... Ah..."

Wan'er finally couldn't hold on and slipped into the water. Zuo Liang picked her up and held her in his arms. "Girl, you must be tired. How about we stop here for today? Don't hurt yourself."

Wan'er had caught her breath by now and stubbornly shook her head. "Neither you nor godfather have come yet. I'm not a child anymore. Can you ejaculate in me, Daddy?"

After saying that, she pressed her body against her father's chest.

Zuo Liang hesitated and looked at Qiu Wu. Qiu Wu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've got you covered!"

"No, your body can't take it."

"This is all the good stuff I have left. If I don't give it to my daughter, who will? I'll keep some for myself. I can't bear to die without seeing my grandson."

Zuo Liang sighed, knowing that there was no point in saying more. Wan'er didn't understand what they were talking about, but this position... "Dad, don't do this, it's so embarrassing, like a child peeing, don't..."

Zuo Liang held Wan'er's legs, completely exposing her plump vulva. The battlefield where they had just been having sex was a mess, her pubic hair was twisted together, her labia were swollen and everted, and the entrance to her honey hole was slightly open, revealing the tender flesh inside. "Godfather, don't look, you can't bully me like this, don't come any closer, no, ah, it's so cold..."

Unlike last time, the thing inserted into her warm vulva had a slight coolness to it. "Comfortable, isn't it, daughter?"

"Yes, it's cool, how come?"

"This is Godfather's skill."

Qiu Wu didn't rush, allowing Wan'er to enjoy this novel experience. Her slender body was completely curled up in her father's arms, only her vulva protruding outwards. In this position, she could watch the man's penis going in and out of her body, making a squelching sound. "Godfather, Wan'er feels so good, Wan'er has never been penetrated by such a penis before."

"Has my Wan'er been penetrated by many dicks?"

"You..."

Wan'er was too ashamed to talk to him, but he took her legs and said, "Come here, girl, hug your godfather's neck." He

stood up like that.

Wan'er seemed to be hanging on Qiu Wu's body, and the sound of slapping could be heard with every slight sway. "Godfather... this is too deep... your dick is going to open my flower heart... oh oh... you're going to fuck Wan'er's palace..."

"Godfather is going to go in, has Wan'er ever been fucked by a man?"

"My, my husband has been inside..."

"Hmph, that kid has a good figure,"

he glanced at Zuo Liang and saw him masturbating in front of his daughter's naked body. "What are you masturbating for? Come on, join me."

"You go first, I won't fight you this time."

"You're so stupid, our daughter has a love cave in the back, you can use that, right, girl?"

Qiu Wu had specifically observed Wan'er's anus when he was fucking her, so he could tell at a glance whether it had been touched by anyone.

Wan'er understood what he meant, and blushed, she hugged Qiu Wu's neck tightly. "You guys just want to bully me in different ways. I don't want to. How can you two do it together?"

But her legs wrapped tightly around Qiu Wu's waist, and her plump buttocks lifted up, letting Qiu Wu spread her white, smooth buttocks apart.

The moment the hot touch pressed against her anus, Wan'er trembled violently. "Father, I've never been like this before. You have to be gentle... Oh... It's so full. Go slower. My anus is going to split open... Father... No... Your penis is too big. I can't take it. I can't take it... Ah..."

Zuo Liang was indeed a little impulsive. Back then, when he was in Xiao Wan's boudoir, he always wanted to try her anus, but he gave up because it was too painful. He never thought he could fulfill his wish on his daughter today. Wan'er's anus was tight but full of elasticity. When his glans squeezed in, he knew he had succeeded. Slowly, it became uncomfortable. After a few thrusts, he went all out.

Tears welled in Wan'er's eyes as she pounded on Qiu Wu's fists. "It

's all my godfather's fault! It hurts so much! You don't care about me at all!" "Your father did it, and

you're taking it out on your godfather?" "It was my godfather's idea! You two ganged up on me! " "

Gangling?

" "Fuck! You two fucked me together!"

"Did you hear that? Our daughter told us to fuck her together! Hurry up!"

"I didn't say that... Ah... Don't do it together... It's so full... So full... Wan'er's little hole... is filled with cocks..."

A cool, a hot, two thick penises went in and out through the thin walls of her vagina. Rou'er might be familiar with this sensation, but it was Wan'er's first time experiencing it.

Zuo Liang slowly stopped, but Qiu Wu fucked her more and more urgently. The delicate flower finally couldn't withstand the onslaught and shyly made way. Qiu Wu's glans plunged into the warm womb. "Ah... Godfather, you're bad... Your cock is inside my womb... Godfather, I want it... I want it..."

Wan'er hugged Qiu Wu tightly, pressing her vulva even closer to the man's. The penis inside her vagina began to throb rapidly, the glans rubbing against her cervix with a tingling numbness. She was waiting for that devastating blow, but...

when she looked up, she met Qiu Wu's slightly mocking gaze. "Father, my godfather is bullying me. He... he won't give it to me."

"I can't control that. Go ask your godfather. Your anus is too tight; I don't dare to move."

"You, you all..."

Wan'er was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. If it weren't for the two fleshy spears holding her up in mid-air, she probably would have run away. "Let me go! You're all so bad! I don't want to play with you anymore! I don't want to..."

Her voluptuous body twisted wildly, but instead of shaking off the two fleshy pillars inserted into her body, it aroused the men's ferocity. Qiu Wu held her tightly, and her father also inserted his fleshy spear to its deepest point from behind. In the misty room, the highly skilled female warrior, under the thrusting of the two old spears, used her fair body to embrace all their desires for women... 01-27
Chapter 28

Life is a tragedy with another tragedy beside it!

While picking his nose, the fool said to Rou'er, "Have you noticed? Wan'er seems to have gotten even prettier lately. Her skin is so smooth, and her breasts are so perky. Let me tell you, it makes my heart flutter..."

"Go find your sister, why are you in my room?"

Rou'er was a little jealous. "But you seem to have something on your mind?"

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Wan'er walked in somewhat awkwardly, glanced at the two of them uneasily, and then knelt down gracefully in front of the fool...

Gossip, big gossip! The older generation actually had this kind of drama. The fool automatically interpreted the shyness in Wan'er's eyes as her being unable to talk about her parents' affairs. "Help, I have to help with this. That old lecher, oh... Godfather, our godfather isn't an outsider. He only ended up like this because of your mother. He has to make him get his revenge. Let your sister Rou'er take the lead and have a good discussion with the old man about how to restore his power, right, Rou'er?" *

Slap!* A dough slap landed directly on her face.

The fool who single-mindedly invited a wolf into his house has met with a tragic end; he didn't attract a wolf, but instead invited a guardian beast into his home.

In just a few days, Qiu Wu had visibly aged. His wish was fulfilled; he had given his last bit of skill to his daughter, and had no more worries. He could no longer roam the martial world—he had too many enemies. He only wanted to stay peacefully by his daughter's side for the rest of his life. So, at the fool's earnest invitation, he agreed to stay for a few days.

Unlike last time, Qiu Wu knew Wan'er was happy, so he adopted the demeanor of an elder, remaining unmoved by the beautiful women in the room—a true example of chastity. But you, being a chaste person, why are you meddling in other people's business?

"Stop! Xiaoyun is a big girl now. She can't keep running into her aunt's room. Go play in the front yard."

"Qin Ming, you little brat, keep your eyes open. Whose servant is staring at the madam all day? What are you thinking?"

That day, Wu Qingqi was stopped again. "I don't care whose son you are, but you come to visit Minyao eight times a day. What do you want?"

The idiot squatted against the wall with a bowl of noodles, crying bitterly. He couldn't live like this anymore!

It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away. Qiu Wu always had a reclining chair sitting at the back gate. Now, apart from the idiot, not even a male fly could get into the back yard.

"Great! I feel much safer since Uncle came."

"That's right, in this hot weather, we don't even need to close the door when we take a bath."

These people were about to rebel. Seeing the idiot enter with an unfriendly expression, they scattered like birds and beasts. Sha Qiu was a step too slow and was captured.

The fool, burning with pent-up lust, pulled Sha Qiu into his arms and sat her down at the stone table in the courtyard, beginning his groping. The girl offered only token resistance before letting out soft moans. "Brother Feng, not here, let's go back inside, okay?"

The fool's one hand expertly unbuttoned her undergarment, fondling her soft breasts, while his other hand slipped under Sha Qiu's skirt. "What are you afraid of? You think it's safe? Now, everyone in this backyard except me and the flies are female. Be good, spread your legs a little wider."

As soon as Sha Qiu relaxed her strong legs, the fool's hand slipped inside, revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt. The girl clung to the fool's neck, moaning.

Her short skirt was lifted up to her waist. Men are always visual creatures; fiery red pubic hair covered her fair mound. Sandy's two strong, long legs clamped down on the large, mischievous hand again. "Brother Feng, oh... Brother Feng, be gentle, I'm all wet down there, I, I want..."

This request had to be granted. The fool lifted Sandy by the waist and was about to place her on the stone table. Outdoor sex was the fool's favorite thing.

"Master, Master..."

Hmm? Qin Ming's voice. How did he break through the blockade?

Turning his head, he saw half a head peeking out from the courtyard wall. "Why are you climbing over your own wall? Can't you use the door?"

"With the old man guarding it, how could I get in? Let me tell you..."

Upon seeing Sandy half-naked in the fool's arms, he couldn't finish the sentence.

Sha Qiu was already too ashamed to look up, desperately burrowing into the fool's arms. The fool looked at the one in his arms, then at the one staring blankly at the wall, and said, "You, jump in and talk."

Qin Ming thought he had misheard, but his heart was burning. Sha Qiu's clothes were obviously disheveled; if he got closer, he would see more clearly.

The footsteps grew closer, and Sha Qiu shifted uncomfortably, his little face flushed, and he remained silent.

Trying to calm himself, he said, "Master..." "

Have you forgotten the rules of the house? Kneel down and talk!"

Was there such a rule? The fool was usually easygoing and never harsh on his servants, but today, for some reason, he was throwing a tantrum. Qin Ming dared not disobey, but only after kneeling did he realize the benefits of speaking while kneeling.

Sand Dune was still being held horizontally in the fool's arms, her long legs barely covering her, her round, plump buttocks drooping down. Her short skirt had just been lifted up to her waist by the fool. With Qin Ming kneeling…

“No, Brother Feng, don’t let him kneel! He’s seen everything, he’s seen everything…”

Sand Dune only lightly punched the fool twice before falling silent, her blushing face seemingly about to bleed.

Qin Ming was indeed bleeding; he wiped his nose with his sleeve. Sand Dune was still so beautiful, her buttocks seemed even rounder, her two tender red labia glistening with moisture—clearly the master’s touch—a few sparse red hairs stuck together, emitting a faint fragrance.

Qin Ming, panting heavily, reported that Little Tiger and Wu Qingqi were fighting, the groom and his brother-in-law were fighting. He had to go see, but Sand Dune in his arms was all ready, and he couldn’t see her—what a pity!

"Go and take Shaqiu back to her room. I'll go to the Crown Prince's residence to see what's going on."

He walked lightly, and Qin Ming, after taking Shaqiu, was dumbfounded. He stood there stunned for a long time before he heard the person in his arms whisper, "Brother Qin, take me back to my room."

A hard object was pressed against his buttocks. Shaqiu didn't dare to open her eyes at all. Her stinky brother was long gone. In her current state, what man could resist her? Brother Qin hadn't touched her since that time. Shaqiu understood his feelings, but he was ashamed of his status and never came to see her again. Actually, I don't mind...

The girl was gently placed on the bed in shyness. What would he do? Would he pounce on her directly? His thing was so big, would he take a few more hairs this time?

Lost in thought, a thin brocade quilt was pulled over to cover her naked body. The sound of the door closing rang out, and tears finally slid down her cheeks. Brother Qin... does he not like me anymore?

The master entrusted his wife to me under those circumstances, that was a sign of trust. How could I, Qin Ming, a dignified man of eight feet, succumb to such temptation? I slapped myself hard a few times. Whether I regretted it or not, only I know. Of course, there were more practical problems to face. This was the backyard, guarded by mythical beasts. How was I supposed to get out?

When the fool arrived at the Crown Prince's residence, the fight was already over. Qingqi and Xiaohu were staring at each other, wide-eyed. "Boring, boring! Let's do it again. It's not something you can just see the Crown Prince and the Grand General fighting."

Those who wanted to watch the show weren't afraid of making things worse.

“Brother-in-law, you tell me, I just want to see what his sister looks like, but Brother Wu won’t even let me.”

“You dare say that? Do you think you can just see a princess like that? And with the wedding just around the corner, you’re getting a huge advantage.”

“A huge advantage, my foot! What if your sister is ugly?”

“Do you believe I’ll beat you up again?”

There were no outsiders present, so the three of them spoke casually. However, this time, the unreliable fool unexpectedly sided with Qing Qi, not daring to disobey his brother-in-law. Xiao Hu walked out with a dark face, but as soon as the two of them came out, the fool grabbed him. “Are you stupid? You want to see your future wife? You’re asking your brother-in-law?”

“Then who should I ask? What if his sister is ugly and can’t get married, so he’s giving her to me?”

“Idiot, for this kind of petty theft, of course you should… ask me.”

On a dark and windy night, a perfect day for murder and arson, the two foolish thieves crept towards the palace.

Rou'er repeatedly warned them before letting them leave. They were fine when they left, but when they returned two hours later… what happened to Xiao Hu?

Her husband's face was contorted with embarrassment, patting Xiao Hu's shoulder, "My condolences, my condolences."

"Ugh…"

Xiao Hu vomited again…

Wu Qingqi inexplicably found himself the most unwelcome person in the Lü household. Although he couldn't enter the backyard, the main gate was still open. He never expected to be kicked out, and by Min Yao herself.

"Sister, don't push me, don't push me! I haven't offended my brother! Besides, my sister is about to marry Xiao Hu, so she's not an outsider, ah…"

"You dare say that? Uncle has really been ruined by you this time!"

*Thump!* If he hadn't eaten breakfast, he'd be enjoying the cold shoulder.

The attendants already knew about their master's relationship with this family, and their faces were contorted as if they had eaten shit. Wu Qingqi kicked each of them, "Laugh if you want to laugh, damn it, this is inexplicable!"

From that day on, Xiao Hu was like a wilted eggplant. Rou'er pulled the fool in the main hall and asked them what they had seen last night. "A car accident scene, a car accident scene!"

the fool cried out in anguish. "When we went there yesterday, we saw the princess trying on her wedding dress, and the way she looked..."

the fool trembled with fear.

As the couple were talking, Qin Ming walked in. This guy was one to learn from his mistakes; before even speaking, he knelt down. "Just now, Madam Yunzhu sent someone back..."

Rou'er didn't understand why he was kneeling. Her husband's temperament wouldn't allow him to humiliate her like this. The fool looked at her with a look of utter disbelief. "Get up! Who told you to kneel down to speak?"

"But Master, didn't you say this was the rule of the house?"

"You're driving me crazy! Fine, since you talk about rules, I'll teach you properly. Come, Rou'er, sit down."

The fool pressed the bewildered Rou'er down into a chair and then pulled Qin Ming up. "Remember, if the ladies of the house are dressed like this, you should stand when you speak."

Her husband's peculiar tastes meant that the women in the house didn't care much about their clothing. Rou'er's strapless top was already low-cut enough, and the fool pretended to casually slide it down even further, revealing most of her fair breasts, with the pale pink areolas visible at the edges. Qin Ming, looking down at her, took it all in and swallowed hard.

Rou'er hadn't realized what he was up to when the fool made Qin Ming kneel down again. "If the lady of the house is dressed like this..."

He lifted Rou'er's long skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underpants, her long, slender legs exposed inch by inch until he reached her thighs. "If the lady is hot and dressed like this, you must kneel down to speak, understand?"

Qin Ming nodded blankly. Between the hem of her skirt and the triangular gap formed by her thighs, the lady's private parts were already vaguely visible. A man's eyes are like radar in this regard, always finding the best angle. He lowered his body even further, and Rou'er's plump mounds of flesh were finally fully revealed.

"Good that you understand. Men who act like this are truly stupid!"

Taking advantage of Rou'er's lack of reaction, the fool pretended to be serious and walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back. As soon as he turned the corner behind the screen, he disappeared in a flash.

Rou'er's angry scream of shame finally rang out in the main hall, and the whole courtyard erupted in chaos!

A series of small things strung together their lives, and the Fool was enjoying it. Rou'er, who had just been chasing him, was now a puddle of mud. If only the divine beast could move away quickly, and the princess wasn't so shabby, that would be even better.

Under Qiu Wu's insistence, they no longer ate together in the front and back yards. The Fool didn't want to be too far from his brothers, so a whole row of them squatted under the eaves, each with a large bowl. At first, only the Fool liked to squat while eating, but then it became a contagious habit.

The Fool, Xiao Yun, Xiao Hu, Da Long, Ma Qian, Ma Kun, Qin Ming, and Mian Hou weren't there, so Hua'er lay beside Qin Ming, with its boss on its back.

"What kind of behavior is this!"

Qiu Wu swept his sleeves, adopting an air of superiority, and squatted down beside the Fool, bowl in hand. "You think I'm meddling too much and want to kick me out?"

"How could I? I didn't know you were an elder in the family before, and I've offended you greatly. I invited you here because Rou'er has some medical knowledge and I wanted to take a look at her, hoping to restore your hands, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

The Fool said, his words contradicting his true feelings.

"Forget it, losing that skill is actually quite liberating. Since you know about that girl's special physique, I won't say more. Given time, the title of the world's number one martial artist will surely be yours. Wan'er isn't at a disadvantage following you."

"The world's number one martial artist?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't want to be one."

"Then what do you want to be?"

"The world's number one lecher!"

Qiu Wu raised his hand and slapped the fool, then his eyes fell into melancholy. "Wan'er told you everything?"

"Yes, I know about the grudges between your previous generations. Actually, Father, do you really not want to restore it? Perhaps I can help."

Qiu Wu's old face turned red. It seems Wan'er didn't tell him everything. This fool doesn't know. It's all that old bastard surnamed Zuo's fault. He only wanted to pass on his remaining skills to his daughter, but Zuo took advantage of the situation, making him unable to stand by and watch. In the end, he also had several affairs with Wan'er.

When it comes to friendly forces, it's called retreat; when it's the enemy, it's called escape. Qiu Wu understood this perfectly, so the absurdity of the three men that day was undoubtedly Zuo Liang's fault. He was actually somewhat afraid to see Zuo Liang, after all, he had been the one to interfere in their loving marriage. But now that his daughter was all grown up, the grudges were long gone. Thinking of Wan'er, he couldn't help but recall the smooth feel of those two fleshy mounds on his fingertips, and his lower abdomen swelled.

"Godfather, Godfather?"

"Oh?"

"You're drooling."

Hitting someone when he can't win an argument? This old man was so pathetic. The idiot covered the back of his head. Did everyone have the urge to slap a bald head? The idiot was pondering whether to grow his hair out when the courtyard gate opened, revealing a face—a face that begged to be punched…

A month or so later, Yu Niang's figure had become even more voluptuous. She was somewhat hesitant to look at the simpleton, her beautiful eyes slightly lowered, a maternal glow shining in her bright pupils. Rou'er raised her hand to take his pulse, nodded to the simpleton, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Her husband's absurd decision back then had actually come to pass. Could he accept it?

The simpleton wasn't as complicated as they thought. "Really pregnant? That's wonderful! We're finally going to have our own child..."

"But husband, this child..."

"No buts," the simpleton knew what she was going to say. "This child must be mine, and can only be mine. I only have one request."

"Ah, what request?"

Yu Niang asked, puzzled.

"It absolutely mustn't look like a monkey..."

This guy finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

His beautiful wife had been taken away by that monkey for a month. It was obvious what had happened during that time. The simpleton was extremely jealous, or rather, envious. No way, he'd beat that brat up to vent his anger.

"No, husband, please don't go. He's taken good care of me this month. We...we didn't do those things."

"Didn't? Then you..."

"The two days I left were exactly when my period was due, but it didn't come. I thought maybe I was pregnant, so I wouldn't let him touch me."

"Ah? Then this child is..."

"I...I don't know whose it is."

Now there are many suspects: the Fool, the Monkey, that shameless old man from the Liu family, Uncle Wang, even Xiaoyun could be a possibility. The Fool was shamelessly pleased with his 20% chance of being the father, but at the same time, he was worried that Xiaoyun was so young, could she also have a chance to be a father?

"Husband, husband?"

Yu Niang saw him lost in thought and called anxiously. She had thought a lot this month. Her husband was a good man, but men are attracted to beauty after all. She was also older than her sisters, and there was bound to be a time when she would grow old and lose her beauty. If she had a child to accompany her then, even if her husband no longer loved her, she would have someone to rely on for the rest of her life.

Her worries were completely unnecessary. As an ambitious young man raised in the island nation's entire education system, how could a fool resist the allure of a mature woman? Besides, Yu Niang wasn't even thirty yet. In his mind, she'd be at her most voluptuous in a few years. Retire?

Wait until I'm impotent. Then we'll take turns...hehe, hehehehehe...

He laughed lewdly to himself. Rou'er could tell he wasn't thinking anything of it. "Husband, what are you thinking about that's making you so happy?"

"I'm thinking that when my son grows up, we'll corner Yu Niang in bed, and then we'll..."

Oh no, how could he say that? Rou'er had already reached out with her deadly pinch. Yu Niang glared at him with shame and anger, and the fool fled in panic.

"Alright, sister, I know what you're worried about. Look at his personality, how could he possibly care? Our family is probably unique in the entire Wu Dynasty. Since we're with him, let's just indulge in his nonsense for the rest of our lives,"

Rou'er said.

"Yes!"

A hint of tenderness and determination flickered in Yu Niang's eyes, yet she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Mianhou, who had never seen a flower before, was being teased by everyone. No one knew about Yu Niang's situation yet. The simpleton, however, was quite perceptive in this regard. He wasn't afraid of being laughed at, but he didn't want to embarrass Yu Niang.

Pushing through the crowd, he kicked Mianhou to the ground. The imposing general manager of Lü's Chain Pharmacy, who was powerful outside, had no rights at home. He knew the simpleton's temper; if he wanted to kick you, you'd better find a comfortable position. He grinned obsequiously, as if to say, "How about another kick?"

"You wretched thing! It's good that you're back safe and sound, but your room has been taken over by that god... that godfather. From now on, you'll

be sleeping with him at night..." The fool thought for a moment, "...and then..."

The flower, very cooperatively, bared its fangs at the monkey...

The leaders are very busy, the people of the motherland are very happy, the people of capitalist countries are living in dire straits, and Little Tiger is now a member of the imperialist people. The fool knew he couldn't persuade him, and he wouldn't be able to persuade him well. This kid has now sacrificed himself for the revolutionary cause, and there's no going back now. The wedding is approaching...

Chapter 29

Li Chang felt like he was about to die from being busy. He couldn't finish talking to Pi Zong from Tubo, and he also took the initiative to take on Yun Zhu's commission, running to the construction site every day. However, things have priorities, and of course, Yun Zhu was more important.

Those bastards in the Ministry of Works knew they wouldn't help for nothing. They inquired about Yun Zhu's situation all day long. Just thinking about it made him angry. Yun Zhu wasn't someone everyone could see whenever they wanted. Now there was a fat guy guarding the door all day, and he didn't even have a chance to see her.

"Hurry up! The wedding is in five days. Move that table over here. I told you, no bright yellow! No bright yellow! If His Majesty beheads the general, he won't hesitate to confiscate your property too! Quick, repaint it..."

Li Chang scolded each official, his feet twitching. The officials from the Ministry of Rites were clearly out of their depth, anxious and frustrated but unable to help.

"Lord Li, you've gone to so much trouble. I see the craftsmen are doing a great job. Is it almost finished?"

Yun Zhu? When did she arrive? She wore a long apricot-yellow dress, her hair simply tied up with a silk scarf, her face lightly powdered. She had shed the worldly glamour, revealing a fresh and natural charm. Li Chang's gaze was somewhat dazed.

"Lord Li, what are you looking at?"

Yunzhu asked shyly and coquettishly. She was quite proud of her outfit today. Without the embellishment of those luxurious clothes, her casual attire actually gave her a unique charm. As the only experienced woman in the family, the fool didn't hide it from her; Yunzhu was going home to help take care of Yu Niang, and her visit to the General's mansion construction site was just on the way.

"No, nothing," Li Chang said somewhat awkwardly. The courtyard was filled with craftsmen, and his eyes darted around before he finally realized something was missing—where was that fat lightbulb?

"Lord Li, will this place be completed on time?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, of course, Yunzhu, don't worry."

"That's good. Lord Li, you've gone to so much trouble. Yunzhu will definitely repay

you handsomely afterward. I have some other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." "Wait, I'm still unsure about some financial matters. There are a few places where expenses need to be made, and I'll need you to decide. The list is in the back flower hall. I'll trouble Yunzhu to come with me to take a look."

After all, it was her own business, so Yunzhu didn't dare to be careless. The flower hall was decorated in a fresh and elegant style, but where was the list? Just as she was about to ask, her delicate body was suddenly embraced. "Good Yunzhu, I've missed you so much."

Li Chang was a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), a standard scholar and literati, and of course, when he was lustful, he was no ordinary man. Most men are like this: they can look on with envy and desperately resist the temptation of something good, but once they've tasted it, they suddenly won't let them have it anymore…

Yunzhu knew she'd been tricked. Unable to push him away, she could only turn her head to avoid his kisses. “Lord Li, let me go, no, not today, mmm, mmm…”

She couldn't escape his wolfish kiss. Her rosy lips were sucked by Li Chang. Yunzhu pushed twice but gave up her futile resistance. Her pearly teeth parted slightly, and an uninvited guest entered her fragrant mouth.

“Give me one more time, Yunzhu, give me one more time. If it weren't for that damned little fat boy, how could I have endured so much?”

He grabbed Yunzhu's bodice, and with a slight effort, a pair of round, snow-white breasts sprang out.

Two tender pink nipples slowly rose in the man's palm. Excellent, the beauty was aroused; she couldn't escape today. But the next moment, she found herself forcefully pushed away by Yunzhu.

"You mustn't speak ill of him. I treat him like my own brother. If you look down on him, we won't even be able to be friends anymore."

This time, Yunzhu had wronged Li Chang. Li Chang's accusation stemmed purely from male jealousy. Having spent so much time in officialdom, how could he not see the little fat boy's place in Yunzhu's heart? Just as he was about to explain, a startling voice came from outside the door: "Sister Yunzhu, are you in there? They said you came this way."

It was Fatty.

Yunzhu panicked. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. If her husband had come, she might have felt like teasing him, but she didn't want the little fat boy to see her with another man.

"Wait outside for a moment. I'm discussing something with Lord Li. I'll be right out."

Li Chang still held Yunzhu's hand, explaining carefully with a pleading look. Yunzhu knew she had overreacted. She knew Li Chang's character; he was aloof and arrogant, but not a snobbish person. "I understand. Lord Li is magnanimous and won't hold my little brother against me."

She smiled sweetly, dissolving the slight embarrassment.

"I can't keep him waiting, I'll be going now. Come find me at Qianjin Tower another day."

Yunzhu's shy words unintentionally promised Li Chang another chance to kiss her, but she still couldn't move. Li Chang pulled her delicate hand down to his crotch, and through her long robe, a thick, hard object was already clearly visible. Li Chang had completely lost his composure as a court official, acting like a spoiled child, making faces and winking, looking pitiful.

Men, they just never grow up!

This thing is a bit long, and it took a while for the door to open. Li Chang looked satisfied. Yunzhu's hair was slightly disheveled, but her clothes were still neat. "Little brother, I've kept you waiting. I'll return your master to you now."

She was determined to build a good relationship with the chubby boy in the future, as it was related to sexual happiness and she couldn't neglect it.

After carefully observing the two, the chubby boy's words made Yunzhu blush with embarrassment: "Sister, did you eat porridge just now? You didn't wipe your mouth clean!"

Lacking experience, the chubby boy was easily fooled. Yunzhu pulled her little brother away, saying goodbye. Li Chang chuckled, thinking about how Yunzhu's soft, red tongue was covered in his accumulated semen, and his mood improved greatly. Full of energy, he got to work!

"Why are you always staring at me?"

The two walked home. "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful." The chubby boy only called her sister-in-law when no one was around.

"You're so glib and don't know how to behave. Sister-in-law isn't talking to you anymore." She was secretly pleased, but refused to admit defeat. "Sister-in-law, about that earlier... actually, I'm not a child anymore." Yunzhu's heart tightened. Did he still know? "You, you're blaming me, aren't you?" "I just wanted to ask, sister-in-law, do you like that Lord Li?" "No, I don't. My heart only belongs to my husband." Since they've come to this point, they might as well be frank. He's ten years younger than her, and he'll inevitably have his own women and his own life in the future. If he cares about these things, she'll let him leave her. But a dull ache lingered in her heart. Upon hearing this, Fatty's face fell and he fell silent, like a wronged child. Yunzhu couldn't bring herself to be cruel, and affectionately pinched his chubby cheeks. "Alright, alright, besides that big husband, your little husband is also in my heart, okay?" "Really?" Fatty's tears turned to laughter. "I knew you liked me the most, sister-in-law." "But, weren't you angry with what you did just now?" "Our people are different from you Han people. It's normal for a woman to have sex with the man she likes. I know you must like that silly brother, but I was afraid you'd like that Lord Li too, and then you wouldn't like me anymore." What a silly child. It's already wrong for your sister-in-law to have two men in her heart at the same time, how could there be room for anyone else? "Are you satisfied now?" "Hmm, sister-in-law, let me tell you a secret," Fatty said, as if showing off a treasure. "When Silly Brother and Sand Dune Sister got married, I was eavesdropping outside the window and Silly Brother caught me. He dragged me inside, and when he was fucking Sand Dune Sister from behind, he made Sand Dune Sister suck my little penis, just like you did with Lord Li just now." Hmm, my husband is capable of doing that, but what did he say at the end? "You little fatso, you dare to peek?" Yunzhu pinched him, embarrassed and annoyed. "So you've already learned bad things at such a young age. Go away, I don't talk to bad boys." "Sister-in-law, I want to tell you..." "Go away, go away, sister-in-law doesn't want to talk to you." "Oh, well, I won't mention that my strapless top wasn't pulled up properly and my nipples were showing." "Ah!..." Little Yun finally saw her savior. As soon as Yunzhu entered the door, she rushed into her mother's arms to complain, "Mom, someone bullied me." "It's good that you're not bullying anyone, who could bully you?" "He," Xiaoyun pointed at Qiu Wu, "he won't let me play in the backyard." Yunzhu had heard that Wan'er's godfather was staying at their house, but this was her first time meeting him. She quickly came over to greet him, and of course, didn't forget to give her son a couple of good spankings. Qiu Wu nodded in satisfaction, turned, and left, looking perfectly respectable. The simpleton, who had been secretly watching, whispered to Rou'er, "No, it seems Yunzhu's beauty won't sway him. Only you can do it yourself." "Ugh!" After seeing Yu Niang, Yunzhu returned to her room to test Xiaoyun's studies. Fatty drove the carriage with Hua'er out of town to patrol the mountains; as the simpleton said, if they didn't go out for a stroll, they'd turn into pigs. Suddenly, the whole family was gathered, making quite a scene. Qiu Wu, outnumbered, finally agreed to temporarily open the backyard for one night. The sounds of laughter, drumming, the fool beating the monkey, Ruoyao refusing to pay her card debt after losing to Shaqiu, and Xiaoyun rushing out to help Shaqiu denounce Ruoyao after finishing her homework, while also taking advantage of the situation. Qiu Wu felt old; why should he care so much about young people? Perhaps this was the life they preferred. "Uncle, what are you thinking about?" It was the woman named Rou'er. In the past few days, Qiu Wu had noticed her superior status in the family; when the fool wasn't around, she was the head of the household. "Sigh, I'm getting old. You guys play, remember to rest early. I can't see through your man, but it's best not to go to a respectable family..." Qiu Wu ultimately didn't say the words about violating etiquette. The old man turned and left. Wan'er approached him. "Sister, what were you and your godfather talking about?" "Uncle still has something on his mind. I always feel that he intentionally doesn't want to get too close to the women in the family." "Sister, you know my godfather's reputation in the martial arts world wasn't very good. He's probably worried about his status and afraid of making things difficult for my husband. Just now, my godfather told me that he's leaving tomorrow. Sister, can you think of something? I really don't want to watch him grow old like this every day." "You brat, you're so concerned about your godfather but you're using me to curry favor. I don't care." The large bathhouse that the fool had specially built at great expense—where men bathe on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while women visit, and vice versa on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays—was destined to be a men's bathhouse from the day the regulations were issued. Qiu Wu soaked alone in the pool, the noise outside reaching his ears, but it was completely out of sync with his current state of mind. Could he no longer accept a normal life? Every girl there was exceptionally beautiful. Rou'er was dignified, Yuniang was gentle, Shaqiu was lively, Minyao was quiet, Ruoyao was clever, and Wan'er was his own daughter, so there was no need to say more. Today, another girl named Yunzhu had arrived, exuding charm from the very core of her being. Even though he had lost his martial arts skills, his eyesight remained. In his decades-long career as a lecherous thief, he had never found a woman like her. Now, seven of them had suddenly appeared. This was going to kill him.

We have to move out. That foolish son-in-law, whether he's genuinely stupid or just pretending, allows his women to have contact with men. Even I, with my vast experience, couldn't resist taking action. How can those hot-blooded young men tolerate it? We absolutely cannot do anything shameful to make our daughter's life difficult in this family. Out of sight, out of mind!

The wooden door behind him was pushed open. Qiu Wu ignored it, assuming it was some silly boy who had gotten tired of playing and came over first. The rustling sound of clothes being undressed disturbed his peaceful mood. Qiu Wu snorted in dissatisfaction and got up to leave, but turned around. "Why is it you?"

Rou'er's alabaster-white body was suddenly revealed, the impact quite strong, making Qiu Wu feel dizzy. "Ah, Godfather, what are you doing here? Isn't today women's bath day?"

Clearly, she had just discovered someone in the room. Rou'er cried out in surprise and squatted down, hugging herself. Her long, jade-like legs and full hips formed a captivating curve. Delicate, helpless, and pitiful, such a woman was born to be loved. Qiu Wu could no longer restrain himself, and his little brother rose up.

Rou'er covered her face as if frightened. "Ah, Uncle, no, you, you don't come any closer..."

Qiu Wu was almost crying. This was a girl's natural reaction, okay? Did he think his brother would salute every woman? "Don't you women not use this bathhouse? I... sigh, it's my fault. Girl, I saw your body when you did that to Da Long last time. Let's just let it go this time, okay?"

"How can that be the same? Last time, I had my husband with me to save my brother. If my husband finds out you saw my body like this today... sob, sob..."

Women are indeed made of water; tears come so easily.

Qiu Wu had a thousand ways to coax a woman into a smile through her tears, but Rou'er's identity left him completely clueless. If this got out, would Wan'er's happiness be ruined by his own hands?

"Then what do you say, girl? How about I go and explain to your husband myself? Just don't be harsh on my daughter."

If Qiu Wu's skills were still intact, he could hear the soft sobbing coming from outside.

"Don't say it, let's just leave it at that. Uncle didn't mean it, but could you please help me up? My legs are weak."

Rou'er pleaded sweetly, and Qiu Wu dared not disobey. He tried to look away from her body, and slowly helped her up, his erect penis touching a soft patch of flesh. Oh no!

Sure enough, Rou'er let out a soft moan, but instead of the loud cry of "Oh, Uncle, you're pressing against me..."

her voice was shy and timid.

Demons, they're all demons! I have to get away quickly, or I really can't take it anymore.

Qiu Wu reached for the clothes, and as soon as he let go, Rou'er collapsed into his arms, allowing for even more contact. His penis plunged directly into Rou'er's plump buttocks, his little brother jumping excitedly. "Oh... Uncle, you're so naughty! You knew I couldn't stand up and you still let go! Oh, don't move, don't let it move..."

Qiu Wu was more wronged than Dou E; it was really hard to say whose fault it was. Rou'er's face was already flushed red with embarrassment. Just as Qiu Wu was about to explain a few more words, he noticed Rou'er suddenly become terrified. "Oh no! Wan'er said she's coming to wash too. What if she finds out we're like this..."

Wan'er was jumping up and down angrily at the door. "You stinky sister, you really are trying to drag me into this!" There was no other way. "Sister, are you in there? I'll come in and help you."

"What should we do? What if my sister sees us? Quick, help me into the pool. Hide behind me so she can't see us."

Qiu Wu, who had been a big shot all his life, was completely dumbfounded. How could it be such a coincidence that he had only been here for a few days and then got caught in this misunderstanding? There was no way to hide in that pool unless you were willing to sit on me. So Rou'er actually sat down.

"Uncle, don't overthink it, and don't move around. We have no other choice."

Rou'er's snowy buttocks sank into the water right in front of Qiu Wu. "Oh..."

The gentle touch had already made Rou'er's body go limp. She suppressed her shyness and pressed her hand against Qiu Wu's penis, slowly sitting down. Her two plump labia enveloped his penis. "Oh... Uncle, you mustn't have any bad thoughts. I, I can't sit still. Hold me tighter."

Qiu Wu never expected that at his age, with his lifelong reputation, he would be manipulated like this by a young girl, and he dared not disobey her. Rou'er's body was soft and fragrant. Her plump, round buttocks were now completely covering his hips, and his penis was now pressed against the girl's most private parts. She must be very scared. Her body was trembling, causing her labia to rub against his penis.

Qiu Wu only dared to peek above the water, so he naturally couldn't see Rou'er's playful smile. Her jade-like back was as smooth as satin, and almost instinctively, Qiu Wu stuck out his tongue and gently flicked it. Wan'er had just entered the room when she heard her sister's soft moan. Had they already gone in?

Wan'er shyly took off her clothes, her large breasts standing tall and heavy. She felt the man behind her turn his head slightly, knowing he was peeking at her. She pinched Qiu Wu's leg hard. "You stinky man, always wanting more than you have." "Sister, your breasts seem even bigger."

"No way, I'm so annoyed by them. They're so heavy, it's exhausting. I wish they were like yours, sister."

"Nonsense! Haven't you seen how lecherous my husband is when he sees you? All the sisters are so envious."

Qiu Wu wanted to shout, "Can't you talk about something else? I'm about to lose control, and you're talking about women's breasts! What's there to argue about? Of course, the bigger the better!"

The penis, unwilling to be humiliated, struggled against the pressure of the labia, while the labia fought hard to maintain their dominant position. The underwater battle had reached a stalemate. Qiu Wu was enjoying himself, but Rou'er was suffering.

"No, don't move,"

Rou'er pleaded softly.

Qiu Wu thought to himself, "Where have I moved? It's just that you're not sitting steadily, twisting and turning."

"Sister, are you feeling unwell?"

Rou'er glared at her, annoyed. This brat was helping her and then laughing at her. "By the way, sister, how did Uncle's health deteriorate to this state? When he came to our house this time, I saw that all his power had dissipated; he's no different from an ordinary person."

"Father, Father gave me his last bit of power. Sister, I know you're good to me, but you absolutely mustn't tell my husband. Last time at my house, Father and Father were fighting in the bathroom. I went in to mediate, and then...and then they...and..."

Wan'er couldn't finish, but Rou'er understood. This girl hadn't told her last time; the fool was still indulging in fantasies of a two-on-one fight from the previous generation. She had only wondered how the power had been passed down, but she hadn't expected this girl to actually dare to hide it from her husband. "They...they forced you?"

"No, no, they all suffered their whole lives for my mother. Wan'er did it willingly."

Qiu Wu was so ashamed. He had been sold out by his daughter. Silly girl, even if you two had a good relationship, how could you tell outsiders such things? Rou'er pinched him again. Knowing he was in the wrong, Qiu Wu didn't dare to move.

"Okay, sister won't say anything. But if my husband finds out, he'll be furious. But how can you serve two people by yourself?"

Rou'er quickly retaliated.

"You, you..."

Seeing Rou'er wink at her, Wan'er blushed. "They were one in front and one behind, together. Ah, I won't say anything, I'm so ashamed..."

Rou'er knew that feeling. Just thinking about it made her weak in the knees. Her honey hole spasmed, and a stream of fluid gushed out. Qiu Wu, being a shrewd man, could definitely feel it. He secretly cursed the waste. The yin essence of a woman, which was connected to the yin and yang meridians, was the best nourishment. It was just being expelled from her body.

“Girl, since you already know about our shameful affair, why don’t you let me out? Wan’er shouldn’t gossip.”

Qiu Wu muttered under his breath.

“No way! How can I save face? If she sees us like this, she’ll think I’m seducing you.”

These words were truly heartless. Rou'er was now in a difficult position, her empty, numb vagina feeling both tingly and numbing. If her husband were here, he would have begged him to insert his penis, but Qiu Wu was an elder, how could she say such a thing?

Wan'er didn't know whether to stay or leave. She wondered if her sister had succeeded, and with so many tricks from her adoptive father, she wondered if her sister could withstand it. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

Before she could even test the waters, she said, "Mother, come quickly, the newly built pool is so comfortable."

Oh no, why is Xiao Yun here?

Knowing that her son was going to do something naughty, Yun Zhu, having broken the taboo, still obediently followed him, thinking that she would inevitably let him succeed again, she felt a mixture of shyness and anticipation. But why are her two younger sisters here too? Oh no, they must know what she's here for, how embarrassing!

Little Yun, covered in mud, paused for a moment, then perked up when she saw her two aunts. "Great! Grandpa Qiu isn't here, I can finally bathe with my aunts!"...

The little rascal, so big and still bathing with his aunts! Qiu Wu, addicted to being treated like a mythical beast, was about to scold her. Rou'er knew something was wrong, and while Wan'er turned her head and Yun Zhu was pulling at Little Yun to take off her clothes, she hurriedly turned around and covered Qiu Wu's mouth. Seeing that he was about to speak again, she finally pressed Qiu Wu's head into her ample bosom.

"Mmm, mmm..."

It felt so good. Did this girl really not treat me like a man? Her fragrant breasts pressed against her cheeks, and her tender pink nipples were brought to her lips. She couldn't touch them, she was a junior, she couldn't touch them, she was an elder, she couldn't touch them, if someone found out, it would be all over, she couldn't touch them... Damn it, she didn't care, she had to have a taste even if it meant death.

"Ah!..."

"Sister Rou'er, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhu asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing... Oh, I bumped my foot..."

Xiao Yun had already taken off his clothes and was jumping around trying to curry favor with Aunt Rou. How could he let her succeed? Wan'er pulled him into her arms. Although it was suspected of inviting a wolf into the house, she dared not let him see.

Qiu Wu only pecked her once and then let go. Rou'er stared at him in embarrassment and anger. "How dare you, oh..."

"You even kissed me, oh..."

"You, oh..."

Even the dumbest girl would know to shut up. As soon as Rou'er opened her mouth, Qiu Wu touched her nipple. Looking at her embarrassed and pitiful expression, Qiu Wu's heart fluttered. Xiao Wan was also so young back then. She had such a lovely expression when she was being taken advantage of. His eyes gradually became infatuated...

"Uncle, you are bullying me. I am a junior and you are taking advantage of me like this. You are so bad, so bad..."

Rou'er swayed her waist back and forth in a coquettish manner. Her sensitive flesh rubbed back and forth against the shaft of the gun. After only a few times, she suddenly stopped. On the tender flesh of her opening, a long gun full of murderous intent was already ready to be fired.

Both of them froze, staring at each other for a moment. Rou'er lowered her head shyly, her plump buttocks lifting almost imperceptibly. It was impossible to say who was more proactive; it was as if everything was meant to be. Another guest swept Rou'er's flower path, gently pressing against her vulva...

Yunzhu found it very strange. Rou'er was muttering something to herself in a corner with her back to everyone. She sat down next to Wan'er, and before she could even speak, she realized that her younger sister had already fallen for her.

Xiaoyun was having a great time playing with her aunt's large breasts, her body pressed against her aunt's, thrusting back and forth. "You brat, you're stealing my son again!" But why was she keeping her lips tightly shut?

"What are you two girls up to? Call me 'Grandma'! Rou'er, come over here! What are you doing over there?"

"Sister, I... I'll be there soon, I'm about to... I'm about to..."

Her mouth opened to a charming moan.

"You silly girl, your husband spoils you so much and you still secretly use your hands. I might as well prepare a room for you in the Thousand Gold Pavilion."

Yunzhu thought she was using her hands and teased her with a smile. The sisters were already very close and could talk about anything, even some of their little secrets that their husbands didn't know.

Xiaoyun was still young and had been holding back for a long time. After thrusting a hundred or so times, he hugged Wan'er. Knowing that her son was ejaculating inside Wan'er, Yunzhu pretended to be angry and tapped her forehead. Wan'er had been worried for a long time. Just now, she was distracted and Xiaoyun had skillfully touched her. His hard penis was thrusting into her hole very quickly. She was afraid that her godfather would find out, so she didn't dare to make a sound. She only dared to speak after Xiaoyun ejaculated. "Sister, you still dare to blame me? I became your shield. You naughty boy, you only know how to bully your aunt." There was

warmth in her hole. Wan'er didn't let go of the child. She let Xiaoyun climb onto her chest and hugged him affectionately. Xiaoyun had played wildly all day, and after venting her desires on her aunt with the biggest breasts, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Sister Yunzhu, take your time washing. I'll take Xiaoyun back to her room first."

Her treacherous ally had fled the place of trouble. She really didn't know how to explain if Sister Yunzhu found out. It wasn't fear, just a headache. Based on the principle of "better to sacrifice a friend than oneself," Rou'er had been sold out.

Yunzhu stood up from the water. Her flawless body was covered with water droplets, reflecting a faint halo. The water level was just up to her thighs. Her dark pubic hair swayed slightly with the ripples. Her smooth abdomen and small navel, her round breasts were firm and high. "Sister, don't bother. Let your husband sleep in your place tonight. Come on, help me scrub my back."

She turned around and held onto the edge of the pool, her round buttocks slightly upturned.

Rou'er finally understood what Wan'er had gone through with Qiu Wu. The two of them dared not make any big moves, but Qiu Wu only used a trivial trick to defeat her. She had been forcibly suppressing her body's desires, which had now reached their peak. Suddenly, the fleshy gun in her honey hole throbbed with excitement. Rou'er turned her head and found that Sister Yunzhu was in such a position. Not only was her white and smooth buttocks fully visible, but even her two thick labia could be seen. "You stinky uncle, he must be so aroused because he saw my sister's body, but it is I who am being bullied."

Qiu Wu was indeed a bit overwhelmed. Although Yun Zhu, whom he had only met today, was older, her mature charm was unmatched by any young girl. She was Xiao Yun's mother, yet her figure remained perfect. Her labia were plump but not protruding, smooth but not rough, clearly frequently moistened by men. He wondered how that silly boy managed to handle all the beauties in his family. He couldn't look anymore; the one on his body was the real treasure. He withdrew his reluctant gaze and focused on thrusting a couple of times into Rou'er's vagina. Almost instinctively, his hand reached down and grabbed Rou'er's protruding clitoris. He pulled and flicked it... but it became the last straw.

"Ah... I don't want it anymore, Rou'er can't take it... Uncle, you're bullying me... You're bullying me while looking at my sister's body... My little hole is going to be rubbed raw by your cock... And you're even pinching my clitoris... Oh... Oh... Sister, please save me..."

Rou'er let out a loud cry, desperately moving her body, her delicate flower bud kissing Qiu Wu's glans again and again, gradually showing signs of letting go. Qiu Wu and Yun Zhu were dumbfounded.

How dare this girl make a sound?

What did my sister say about Uncle? Yun Zhu turned around and looked carefully, finally discovering that there was actually a man hiding in front of Rou'er. With a soft moan, she hugged her chest and hid in the water. He had been there all along, so he had seen everything. Thinking of this, Yun Zhu had the urge to run away.

Rou'er wouldn't let her leave. She grabbed Yunzhu's wrist. "Good sister, don't go... please help me... Uncle is so powerful... Rou'er's cunt is going to be melted by Uncle's cock..."

Qiu Wu looked at Rou'er awkwardly, then at Yunzhu. "Yunzhu, right? Well, actually, this isn't Rou'er's fault. It's my fault for being disrespectful to my elders..."

"I won't listen, I won't listen. I didn't see anything. I won't say anything. Let me go."

Breaking free from Rou'er's hand, Yunzhu frantically climbed out of the bath. What Qiu Wu saw was two white, smooth buttocks trembling uncontrollably.

His penis swelled another inch, and with a soft "plop," Rou'er's tender flower, unable to withstand the onslaught, finally yielded the path to her womb. He hadn't expected to be penetrated at this moment. Knowing this was a golden opportunity, Qiu Wu temporarily disregarded the fleeing Yun Zhu. "Girl, I know I shouldn't have attacked you, but your yin essence will dissipate even if I don't use it. I'll just collect a little. Don't worry, it won't harm your body; I'll be gentle."

What had Rou'er been busy with all night? This was it all. "I don't want Uncle's pity... Uncle's penis has already penetrated my womb, ah... so cold... your penis is so cold... I can't take it... I'm coming... Uncle, please shoot it into me... shoot your semen into Rou'er's womb... I really want it, ah..."

With a final two thrusts, Rou'er pressed her buttocks against Qiu Wu's groin, and the icy penis released scalding hot semen. The sensation of ice and fire caused Rou'er's body to spasm, her yin essence gushing out, and she collapsed limply into Qiu Wu's arms.

As expected, the Yin essence contained a rich concentration of primordial energy, which Qiu Wu greedily absorbed. He had lost all his internal energy and couldn't replenish it like a fool, but he still possessed the ability to circulate his Qi, so strengthening his foundation was no problem. Feeling the renewed internal energy within his dantian, he was amazed; the effect of this one session was better than the effects of his previous years of internal energy cultivation.

Rou'er had recovered slightly from her orgasm. Qiu Wu pulled her to sit on the edge of the pool. Although his penis had softened somewhat, it still filled her vagina. Rou'er's face was flushed, and she dared not look up. *Slap! Slap!* Qiu Wu suddenly slapped Rou'er's plump buttocks twice, not too hard.

"Ah, Uncle, you just bullied me and then hit me?"

Rou'er whined coquettishly.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"No," Rou'er pouted, feeling wronged and a little guilty.

Suddenly, Qiu Wu lifted her up. As his penis slid out of her vagina, Rou'er let out a soft moan and found herself lying across her uncle's lap. *Slap, slap, slap, slap…* Her smooth, white buttocks were quickly slapped red. It hurt a little, but something felt strange; something was gushing out of her vagina.

"Uncle, stop hitting me! I know, I know, okay?"

Qiu Wu stopped. "Tell me, why did I hit you?"

"Huh? Did I say I knew?"

Wan'er blinked her big, playful eyes, looking pitifully innocent.

He really couldn't handle these little girls. "Whose idea was this today?"

Qiu Wu finally realized something was amiss. He'd been cornered in the bathroom, and with his daughter's high level of martial arts, she couldn't possibly have missed the person hiding behind her sister. Thinking it over, the whole thing reeked of conspiracy. He realized he'd been tricked by the two little girls; only Yunzhu seemed genuinely unaware.

The conspiracy was exposed, and Rou'er blushed as she confessed, "You guys are really... ridiculous!"

Qiu Wu was both amused and exasperated. "Even if I wanted to regain my strength, I could go out and find some women. Why did you have to ruin your reputation?"

"It's all my sister's fault. She said only my body could help Uncle recover quickly. She was the one who encouraged me. Uncle, go beat her up."

Rou'er rarely had an elder she could be affectionate with, so of course she wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

"Selling out your own sisters, you deserve a beating."

The hand that landed was much gentler, and Rou'er groaned as she was slapped. "You are all good girls. You are willing to suffer so much for a cripple like me. It's really hard on you."

"Uncle, I was the first one to follow my husband. He always says that he can never find his old family again, so everyone around him is his family, including Qin Ming and Brother Yang. My husband never treats them as servants. You are Wan'er's godfather, so he won't abandon them either. Actually, if you had just told him directly, he might have agreed. You saw what he did to me when he asked me to save Da Long last time."

"He is so open-minded. No wonder he told me he wanted to be the number one lecher in the world. I can't keep up with your young people's thinking. I'll leave tomorrow."

"Uncle, are you still leaving?"

Rou'er asked, her face crestfallen, and she grabbed Qiu Wu's wrist anxiously.

"Who said I was leaving? I've finally recovered some strength, how can I not go back to the Zuo family and beat that old bastard up!"

"Uncle is the best, I'll tell my sister tomorrow."

Rou'er jumped up and threw herself into Qiu Wu's arms, her full breasts pressing against the man's chest. Qiu Wu's breathing was heavy again, and a penis once again slipped between her legs. Feeling the man's arousal, Rou'er blushed and turned around gently, her plump buttocks sticking out, her swollen labia slightly everted, her body perfectly positioned for Qiu Wu to exert his strength...

Meanwhile,

Yun Zhu rushed out of the bathhouse and chuckled to herself. She had overreacted. She remembered her husband's words, "A wife who won't cuckold her husband isn't a good wife." Rou'er had truly lived up to that. That man seemed to be Wan'er's godfather, no wonder Wan'er's expression was so strange earlier. But where did that brat take my little Yun?

The husband in the hall was clearly drunk, making a fool of himself in front of everyone. All the sisters were gone. "Why are there only a few of you here? Where are the younger sisters?"

"They're afraid of being bullied, so they don't associate with us..."

The fool stopped mid-sentence, stunned. What a beautiful woman, naturally elegant and unadorned...

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