[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 005)

Chapter 005 A Night of Romance The north wind howled, and snow fell heavily.
The thatched hut where Yan Sicheng, his wife, and their daughter Qiaohua were temporarily sheltering swayed violently, shaking incessantly as if having an epileptic seizure, creaking and groaning
as if it would fall apart at any moment. The three dilapidated mud-brick rooms used as bridal chambers were drafty and
cold from all sides, like freezers, freezing one to death.
Especially Yan Baosan's bridal chamber, where the red cloth fluttered like a red flag, letting
in a blast of cold wind. The charcoal brazier had long since gone out, and the kang (heated brick bed) was cold; the room was terribly cold. The cold
wind blowing in through the holes in the wall was like ice knives, cutting into Pan Meifeng's delicate face and little feet, causing her unbearable pain.
There was only one quilt, large and thick enough, but Yan Baosan and Cuihua had taken up most of it. Moreover, due
to their three intense encounters, the sweat soaked through the blankets and sheets, making them cold and hard in the wind,
chafing Pan Meifeng's neck until it ached. In her mind, she cursed Yan Baosan and Cuihua no less than a hundred times, calling them
"a pair of dogs," "shameless," "unscrupulous," and "a pair of animals," among other things.
She was a stubborn and proud girl at heart, preferring to freeze to death rather than approach Yan Baosan. Especially his
naked, sweaty body disgusted her.
But it was too cold. Especially in the time before dawn, Pan Meifeng felt frozen stiff; her face
and toes were numb and ached like they were being bitten by a dog. Her mind seemed to be frozen, her consciousness
disordered, her thoughts wandering: "If I freeze to death, what will people say...
a bride who freezes to death on her wedding night?!
" Gradually, Pan Meifeng succumbed to the cold, inching closer to Yan Baosan and Cuihua. His
body was warm like a furnace, so warm, so comfortable... She couldn't think too much,
clinging tightly to Yan Baosan's naked body like an octopus.
"Mmm..."
After three fierce battles, Yan Baosan and Cuihua were exhausted, sleeping soundly with Cuihua in his arms, when suddenly he
felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. In his delirium, he touched it twice, his
hands covered in fur, where did this cat... dog?! Touching further, it was smooth, delicate skin... was this a face?
Oh, it must be Cuihua's little head. But touching further, it was a cotton-padded coat
. “Baby, why are you wearing your cotton-padded coat again? Are you cold… wearing it makes you even colder… silly girl
…” Yan Baosan said, helping Pan Meifeng unbutton her coat.
Pan Meifeng had just warmed up, but was already fast asleep from exhaustion, letting Yan Baosan undress her. In no time
, she was stripped naked. Now she was cold again. So she desperately hugged
Yan Baosan's body, trying to get more warmth.
“Mommy, hug Xiaofeng, I'm cold…” Pan Meifeng pouted, kissing Yan Baosan's neck repeatedly
. In her dream, she was back in her childhood, nestled in her mother's warm embrace, acting spoiled.
“I'm not your mother… silly girl…”
Yan Baosan was also dazed, mistaking Pan Meifeng for Cuihua, turning around and pulling her into his arms
. His hands wandered aimlessly over her smooth, delicate body, finding the sensation incredibly pleasurable and increasingly
addictive.
When he touched Pan Meifeng's petite, exquisite breasts, he exclaimed in surprise, "Baby, your breasts...how have they gotten so
big?!" "
Although Pan Meifeng's breasts weren't particularly full, they were still a 24B, a size that basically met the Chinese people's
aesthetic standards for female breasts.
"Wow, so, even virginity can have a breast-enhancing effect...hehe..."
Yan Baosan grabbed Pan Meifeng's soft, elastic breasts, becoming increasingly addicted to playing with them,
grinning foolishly. His left hand played with her breasts, while his right hand slid down her smooth, silky back until he reached
her buttocks. Her little bottom was smooth, round, and full of elasticity; the feeling was so wonderful that it was indescribable
.
In short, Yan Baosan's hands rubbed and kneaded Pan Meifeng's exquisite body with abandon, unable to put
them down. The more he played, the more energetic he became, the more excited he got, and his little penis slowly awakened, raising its head again.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm...
" While Pan Meifeng was fast asleep, she suddenly felt a wonderful sensation in her chest. Her mouth opened slightly, and she began to moan incoherently. As
this comfortable feeling spread from her chest throughout her body, it gradually transformed into a strange, magical pleasure.
Her body grew hot, writhing restlessly like a snake, her calves
rubbing gently against Yan Baosan's thighs.
"Baby, you want it again?" "
?" Yan Baosan rolled over and gently pressed Pan Meifeng beneath him. The dim light obscured her face, but he accurately kissed
her delicate, pink lips. He gently bit and sucked on her lips until she obediently parted her teeth
. Pan Meifeng, too, became passionate, her arms wrapping around Yan Baosan's neck like snakes, offering her tender
little tongue for him to taste and suck at will.
"I want to sail into a warm harbor! I want to fuck..." Yan Baosan cried out urgently.
Having already fought three times, Yan Baosan worried that Cuihua's delicate body couldn't handle it, and asked anxiously, "Baby
, can you take it?" But when his hand touched between Pan Meifeng's legs, it was already warm
and wet, slippery and emitting a peculiar, hot scent. This surprised him; he hadn't expected
Cuihua's desire to be so strong. "Baby, so wet?" "
Oh..." The touch on her budding flower caused Pan Meifeng to involuntarily let out a
seductive moan.
It was her first time experiencing something like this, and she didn't know how to quell the burning desire within her, mistakenly believing that the more
she was touched, the more pleasurable it would be. So, with her mouth open, she impatiently cried out, "Hmm... touch!
Touch!"
"Okay, here I come, take this!"
Yan Baosan straightened his back, and his little treasure finally entered Pan Meifeng's warm harbor with
a "plop" sound, followed by drops of warm liquid splashing onto her lower abdomen.
"Ah..."
Pan Meifeng let out a painful cry, her delicate body instantly tensing, her legs stretching straight out. In the
dim light of the snow outside the window, her delicate features and tender face were clearly visible, contorted with intense pain,
a fine layer of cold sweat appearing on her forehead and temples.
"Ah...you..."
Only then did Yan Baosan suddenly realize that the person beneath him wasn't Cuihua, but Pan Meifeng. On their wedding
night, he had so carelessly deflowered her. For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions,
a deep sense of guilt and self-reproach, but mostly a secret joy. Heh heh, little vixen, didn't you say you wouldn't
let me? "Look, I still fucked you!
" However, Yan Baosan pretended to be stupid, feigning panic as he asked, "Meifeng, how...how is it you?
I thought...it was Cuihua. Um, you...
" "Waaah..." Pan Meifeng covered her eyes with her hands and began to sob softly, crying very sadly and aggrievedly.
Hearing the crying, Yan Baosan felt a pang of unease. But even more so, he felt anger. Since you married me, you
are my woman, why are you crying? Are you still thinking about that bastard Li Cheng? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck
...he cursed "fuck" 30 times in a row. Feeling extremely frustrated and bored, he simply
pulled out his penis with a "plop," lay down beside her, and thought, "Go ahead and cry, fuck!
" "Waaah..." Pan Meifeng cried even harder and more sadly. She lay there, her upper body exposed, covering her eyes
and crying.
Yan Baosan felt a pang of heartache; after all, she was his woman. So, regardless of Pan Meifeng's reluctance
, he pulled her into his arms, wrapped her in the blanket, and then lowered his head to kiss her face and neck
. His kisses were incredibly gentle. While kissing her, he sighed and said, "Meifeng, cry,
cry out all the grievances and pain in your heart, it will make you feel better..."
"Waaah..." Hearing this, Pan Meifeng cried even harder, sobbing loudly. However, she
cried tightly while clinging to Yan Baosan.
A woman's crying and tears were the most devastating thing to Yan Baosan; they broke his heart, making him
feel like his liver and intestines were being torn apart. His nose stung, and he too began to shed tears, feeling as if his own father had died
, his heart filled with immense pain and injustice. Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had shed tears. It wasn't just because of Pan
Meifeng, but mainly because of homesickness and the pain and grievances brought about by his inexplicable time travel… Such emotions were
complex. (ps: the era when he was still wearing open-crotch pants doesn't count, hehe…)
As Pan Meifeng cried, she suddenly felt water droplets tapping against her ears, warm and
itchy. She felt very strange; was the roof leaking?! When she looked up, she was surprised to find…
…Yan Baosan crying, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Hey, why are you crying?” Pan Meifeng asked Yan Baosan with great curiosity.
“Seeing you cry makes me sad, boohoo…” Yan Baosan said shamelessly, simply starting to act,
his tears falling even more heavily.
“Why?” Pan Meifeng was even more puzzled. However, a slight feeling of emotion and secret joy welled up inside her
. This guy cried because of me—how funny, how interesting
… “Your pain is my pain, your sadness is my sadness. I just want you to be happy and live a joyful life with me
… Seeing you cry makes me so sad.” Yan Baosan was trying to evoke emotion. However, half of it was
genuine.
“You…” Pan Meifeng was speechless. Her heart was like a calm sea suddenly whipped into a whirlwind,
her emotions churning like waves, a jumble of feelings. Her beautiful eyes lingered on Yan Baosan,
carefully examining his slightly youthful face: long eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, a thin face, and fleshy lips
that looked particularly sexy…
Undeniably, this guy was quite handsome. It was just that his bald head gave him a particularly thuggish air.
“Do you really want me to be happy, to be blessed?” Pan Meifeng whispered to Yan Baosan. Perhaps it was a maternal
instinct, a unique emotion that suddenly gave her an urge to hug him and comfort him.
"Yes," Yan Baosan said sincerely, his eyes filled with genuine emotion.
Hearing this, Pan Meifeng was moved, a warmth and happiness slowly welling up inside her. Gradually,
her gaze towards Yan Baosan softened. Meanwhile, Yan Baosan's gaze gradually became aggressive,
like a wolf's, gleaming green. This made her blush, and she became somewhat shy, muttering softly
, "You bastard!"
"Hey! How am I a bastard?"
Yan Baosan was thrilled, knowing that Pan Meifeng had accepted him. He immediately flipped her over, pinning her soft body
beneath him, and kissed her lips forcefully in retaliation. Pan Meifeng desperately twisted her head, resisting Yan
Baosan's aggression, and finally, in a moment of panic, slapped him across the face. But she regretted it as soon as she finished
, and timidly asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!" Yan Baosan cried out, his mouth twisted, then buried his head again,
kissing Pan Meifeng's full breasts, his hands grasping and caressing her slender waist and smooth, elastic buttocks.
At first, Pan Meifeng offered a little resistance, but gradually her resistance turned into half-hearted resistance, her small mouth slightly
open, emitting soft moans: "Hmm... umm... umm..."
"Baby, is it comfortable for your husband to serve you?"
Yan Baosan vigorously kneaded Pan Meifeng's full, soft breasts, changing
their shape in his hands, while deliberately teasing her, "Girl, I'll serve you for free, are you willing?"
"Get lost..." Pan Meifeng was too shy to look at Yan Baosan. However, her hands betrayed her.
Her inner desires stirred, and she stealthily touched Yan Baosan's penis. Then,
like a startled rabbit, she quickly pulled away.
"Baby, do you want your husband to fuck you?" Yan Baosan asked shamelessly. As he spoke, he
rubbed Pan Meifeng's clitoris, hidden inside her flower bud.
That was a woman's most sensitive and easily aroused spot. Pan Meifeng immediately cried out softly, "Don't touch me!
Hmm...it's so itchy...you bastard...hmm..."
Seeing an opportunity, Yan Baosan leaned down and took the clitoris into his mouth, sucking hard, making
a "sizzling" sound.
"Ah...ah...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...ah..." Pan Meifeng's body
writhed wildly, her legs kicking wildly, like a snake being fried in a hot pan. Her hands frantically scratched at Yan Baosan's
bald head, whether trying to push it away or to stuff it into her vagina to relieve the itch, it was unclear. In any case, she was driven
mad by the excruciating, electric-like itching, and cried out in ecstasy. "Tell me! Do you want your husband to fuck you?" Yan Baosan 　　asked her menacingly
, while fiddling with Pan Meifeng's vulva . 　　"No! Don't talk so filthy and disgusting, okay? Ahh...ah..." Pan Meifeng was still 　　angrily blaming Yan Baosan, but the new wave of pleasure brought by the digging and stirring of his fingers overwhelmed her, 　　plunging her into a state of intoxication and frenzy. She opened her small mouth and moaned, "Ahhh...no...ah...it's all torn 　　...ahhh..." 　　"It's okay if it's torn, my mother will get you a needle and thread to sew it up." Yan Baosan said nonsense, 　　but his fingers were not idle either, stirring vigorously in Pan Meifeng's tender hole, making a loud "gurgling" 　　sound. With the sound, streams of white, cloudy liquid gushed out from her bright pink hole, covering her 　　pubic hair and one of Yan Baosan's hands. 　　“Stop playing! Playing… ahh… playing to death… I’m begging you…” Pan Meifeng 　　couldn’t bear the fierce, wave-like stimulation any longer and had to beg for mercy. 　　“Who am I? What are you begging for?” 　　“Husband… you’re my husband… please… don’t use your hands…” 　　“Then what will you use?” “Gurgle gurgle gurgle…” 　　“Use, use… you bastard! I… ahhh…” Pan Meifeng was going crazy, kicking and thrashing, her head 　　shaking wildly, her long hair swinging back and forth. Finally, she gave in, shouting in utter shame and indignation, “Use your cock 　　to fuck me!” 　　Cock… fuck! How could she shout such a powerful word? Yan Baosan was a little shocked. 　　“Okay, then let your husband’s cock fuck your cunt, let you enjoy it to the fullest!” Yan Baosan smiled with satisfaction, withdrew 　　his fingers, and slowly inserted his penis into Pan Meifeng’s honey hole. Although her honeyed cave was filled with nectar, it 　　remained so tight and narrow, squeezing his glans until it ached. But the resulting ecstatic pleasure made him tremble 　　with ecstasy, almost causing him to ejaculate uncontrollably. 　　"Oh!! Oh!!! Oh..." Pan Meifeng arched her upper body, stretched her neck, widened her beautiful eyes, and 　　let out a series of painful yet seductive moans from deep within her throat. With Yan Baosan's stubborn and relentless 　　thrusting, his penis finally penetrated completely deep into Pan Meifeng's honeyed cave. Pan Meifeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, 　　letting out a long groan, "Oh...so good!!" 　　"Baby, I'm going to move now." 　　"Move...be gentle...it hurts...oh...hmm..." Under Yan Baosan's gentle 　　, rhythmic in-and-out movements, Pan Meifeng's heart slowly settled. Then she lay down, closed her eyes, and 　　enjoyed the man's thrusting with a dazed expression. She couldn't believe it; the man's thing was so magical, bringing her 　　an unprecedented tingling, itchy, yet pleasurable and stimulating pleasure. It made her bones feel weak and 　　numb. 　　"Slap slap slap slap..." 　　Yan Baosan gradually increased his speed, thrusting faster and faster. This time, he had mastered a certain technique, no longer blindly 　　pounding, but using deep and shallow thrusts, long and slow, casting aside all distractions, savoring the boundless 　　pleasure brought by the carnal desire between man and woman. While thrusting, he also freely kneaded and played with Pan Meifeng's beautiful breasts. Her breasts were delicate, smooth, 　　soft, and elastic, feeling incredibly good to the touch. At the same time, he lifted one of her beautiful legs, gently kissing and licking it. 　　Under Yan Baosan's three-pronged attack, Pan Meifeng was overwhelmed with pleasure; her entire being was 　　swallowed up and submerged by the waves of pleasure. To release the sweetness and satisfaction brought by this pleasure, 　　she could only spread her legs as wide as possible, her small pink nipples on her swaying breasts now 　　hard and erect, exceptionally tender and pink. Then, with her mouth open, she cried out wantonly and unrestrainedly 　　, "Ahhh...husband...fuck me to death...it feels so good...your cock feels so good..." 　　Encouraged by his wife, Yan Baosan kept changing positions, sometimes "old man 　　pushing a cart," sometimes "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," sometimes "Japanese soldier carrying a cannon," trying all sorts of tricks. He especially liked "back thrusting," where 　　Pan Meifeng held onto the wall with both hands, her back in an "S" shape, her round, peach-colored, snow-white buttocks sticking out high. He 　　knelt on one knee behind her, his hands kneading his wife's beautiful breasts while he thrust hard and fiercely, kissing her 　　back as he fucked her. 　　"Slap slap slap..." With Yan Baosan's vigorous thrusting, wave after wave of stimulation and impact made Pan Meifeng's 　　body go weak and limp, trembling wave after wave. The tingling and intense impact from her vagina made her 　　forget everything, only able to moan and cry out: "Ah ah ah... good brother... husband... fuck me harder 　　... so good... oh oh oh..." 　　Yan Baosan thrust hard, and the sounds of "plop, plop" and "squelch, squelch" 　　echoed in the room, like applause in response to his vigorous thrusting. "Ah... ah ah... oh oh oh... 　　husband... husband... fuck me to death... oh oh oh..." interspersed with Pan Meifeng's cries, forming...

A seductive and melodious sexual symphony unfolded.
Yan Baosan, the great conductor, used his crotch as a baton to control the entire situation!
"Ah...ah...oh...too deep...I'll die...oh...oh...
please spare me..." Hearing Pan Meifeng's soft, pleading cries, Yan Baosan went even crazier
, playing with the lewd moves of a bee playing with a stamen. His hands freely caressed and kneaded Pan Meifeng's full, hot breasts, while he vigorously thrust
his red, hard penis in and out of her pink, tender, and wet vagina, asking, "Girl...
say
...is it good...is it good...say..."
"Mmm...yes...I...it's so good...
" Pan Meifeng was already driven to ecstasy, writhing and moaning beneath Yan Baosan, her voice filled with wanton lust
. She raised her pointed chin high, the bluish veins on her long, elegant swan-like neck faintly visible.
Glistening beads of sweat rolled down her neck, converging into a luminous ribbon that splashed everywhere along her trembling breasts
.
The tingling sensation and intense thrusting in her honeyed passage made Pan Meifeng lose herself, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. An unprecedented
orgasm overwhelmed her, a chaotic feeling swirling in her mind. Everything before her eyes was blurry
, leaving only the physical excitement and spasms. Her small mouth opened, each cry more intense than the last:
"Ah...husband, harder...fuck me to death...fuck me to pieces...it feels so good...ah...so good
...husband...brother...ah...
" "Ha...hi hi...hi..." Yan Baosan forgot everything, his mind blank, savoring the
waves of pleasure from each thrust, experiencing the true meaning of love he had gained from his spiritual and sensual communion with Pan Meifeng.
Although he was repeating the same movements over and over again, the stimulation grew stronger and stronger. His eyes watched as his penis
thrust in and out of his wife's tender vagina, grinding the flowing nectar into countless tiny bubbles that coated
his entire penis, a white, messy layer. The nectar
continued to gush from the gap between his penis and her narrow opening… He experienced an unprecedented, intense stimulation and satisfaction, both mentally and physically.
“Slap slap slap…”
“Ah ah ah… Oh oh oh…”
At this moment, dawn broke, and the sound of his father, Yan Sicheng, trembling could be heard from the courtyard. Yan Baosan was worried that Pan Meifeng's moans would be
too loud and make the whole family laugh. So, despite his reluctance, he chose to end the battle.
In the moment before ending the battle, he mustered almost all his strength, fiercely and relentlessly pounding into Pan Meifeng
's tender vagina. Her little buttocks rolled and trembled like waves, her beautiful body
shaking wildly, her breasts swinging back and forth. Pan Meifeng cried out incessantly, "Ahhh... Ohhh... Fuck...
Fuck me to death... I'm dying... Husband... I can't take it anymore..."
At their point of contact, vaginal fluids splattered everywhere, like a pile of foam from washing clothes, radiating a sensual
heat. More vaginal fluids flowed down Pan Meifeng's fair and rosy thighs, soaking the sheets
, exuding a hot and sensual aura. This aura fueled Yan Baosan's lust, making him feel intoxicated.
"Oh..." Suddenly, Pan Meifeng screamed, stopping all movement, falling silent, her whole body
stiffening. A powerful, shattering orgasm assaulted her brain, her entire body trembling uncontrollably,
shaking violently without her conscious mind. Deep inside her, a ring of muscles tightened around Little Three Treasure, convulsing violently.
"Oh...oh...um...so tingly...hum...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...ah..."
Suddenly, a scalding torrent shot out from the warm and tender depths of Pan Meifeng's flower, slapping against
the glans with a "slap slap slap," almost knocking Little Three Treasure down.
Under such intense stimulation, Yan Baosan suddenly felt a heat rising in his lower abdomen, pressure in his lower back, and a tingling sensation in his glans
. His body trembled involuntarily, just like hers. His urethral opening widened at the cervix, and with a sudden
, pleasurable shudder, his penis throbbed in the warm, honeyed depths, following her pulse…
“Baby, I’m coming…”
Yan Baosan thrust his hips forward with all his might, his highly swollen penis plunging deep into Pan Meifeng’s tender vagina .
“Plop plop plop…” Streams of hot, molten lava-like semen poured into
the long-awaited depths of her honeyed nest… Tremble, tremble!
“Thump!!” “Thump!!”
Yan Baosan and Pan Meifeng collapsed onto the blankets like dead dogs, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.
After a passionate and intense battle, Yan Baosan lay down, exhausted, panting and saying contentedly
, "My darling Feng, I finally have you, it's wonderful..."
"Slap!" Pan Meifeng slapped Yan Baosan across the face, then buried her face in her hands and sobbed
bitterly.
Hearing his beloved wife's heartbroken cries, Yan Baosan felt a pang of guilt, but mostly pride and joy
. He gently embraced Pan Meifeng's delicate body and said tenderly, "Cry, cry, cry out all your pain and grievances
, it will make you feel better. Remember, after you cry, you will be Yan Baosan's wife, and I
will treat you well, cherish you, love you, for a lifetime."
Under Yan Baosan's sweet words, Pan Meifeng gradually stopped crying.
"What about me..." Cuihua peeked her head out from under the covers, asking pitifully. Their pouting little lips
were incredibly cute.
"You two are both my precious darlings, I love you both equally," Yan Baosan said, one in each arm, tightly
embracing his two young wives, his belly protruding, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. At that moment, he felt incredibly manly,
incredibly accomplished, his chest overflowing with immense joy, happiness, and satisfaction. At the same time,
he also felt a heavy sense of family responsibility.
By now, it was already broad daylight, and the sounds of hens clucking and the whirring of the bellows echoed from the yard
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