The Mysteries of the Dream of the Red Chamber 11

Chapter 11 Bewildered and Infatuated

Author: Mi Nan

After a passionate night on the couch, Feng Jie suddenly sat up, picked up her clothes that had been tossed aside, and was about to put them on. Bao Yu quickly stopped her, asking, "Sister, what are you doing?" Feng Jie said, "Getting dressed. Do you want me to go back like this?" Bao Yu said, "It's still early. Why go back so soon?" Feng Jie smiled and said, "Your brother might be back by now. I need to go back and explain." Bao Yu pouted, looking sullen, and said, "He probably won't be back this early. Even if he is, there are people in the room with him. Why are you in such a hurry?" Feng Jie looked at Bao Yu and said with a smile, "What's wrong?" "Didn't she promise to stay with you again? Let your sister go!" Baoyu still refused, holding onto Fengjie. After a long while, he whispered sweetly, "Good sister, play with me one more time!" Fengjie opened her eyes wide, leaned closer to Baoyu, and looked at his handsome face with a smile. She gently pinched his manhood with her jade hand and whispered, "You still miss your sister, huh? It's a pity it's not working!" Although Baoyu's manhood was limp and hanging there, it was still plump and tempting, making her somewhat reluctant to let go.

Baoyu blushed and stammered, "Sister, just like last time in the carriage, massage it for me with your hands, and it'll be done in a moment." Fengjie blushed too, leaning against Baoyu, her face close to his, and softly asked, "Do you really miss me that much?" Baoyu nodded, whispering in her ear, "I miss you terribly! I haven't even fully tasted the wonders inside you yet!" Fengjie's eyes seemed intoxicated, and she wrinkled her pink nose, scolding him playfully, "What a greedy person you are, wanting to eat your fill all at once!" Baoyu embraced her, laughing, "That's what I want, but I'm afraid I'll never get enough!" Fengjie smiled sweetly, readily taking action, her soft hand resting on Baoyu's jade stem, skillfully caressing and kneading it, occasionally turning her head to glance at Baoyu seductively. Before long, Baoyu's treasure indeed stood erect again, powerful and vigorous. Fengjie felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and asked with a smile, "Young Master Bao, are you feeling better?" Baoyu sighed, "If I could see those paintings in your room right now, I would be even happier." Fengjie's beautiful eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "There is one in here, which I brought from my room a while ago. Would you like to see it?" Baoyu was overjoyed and asked, "Where is it?" Fengjie gestured towards a small, exquisitely crafted rattan box by the bedside and said, "It's inside. Go get it." Baoyu reached out and pulled the box over, opened it, and sure enough, there was a beautifully bound booklet with the title: "The Secret Manual of Jade Appreciation, Volume Six," and a small note beside it: "The Jade Appreciation Pavilion, Manxu Ling." Baoyu hurriedly flipped through the book and saw that it indeed contained erotic illustrations of demons fighting, accompanied by lines of elegant and sensual poems. These were far more exquisite than those in Fengjie's room; weren't they the same exquisite erotic books Jia Rong had given Fengjie that day?

Baoyu laughed, "Sister said she wouldn't look at these things, so why is there a whole book here? Did my brother come here to look at them too?" Fengjie scolded, "If you laugh at me again, give it back to me. You can take it yourself." Baoyu quickly apologized with a smile and focused intently on the erotic illustrations. Soon he was completely absorbed, and with Fengjie's soft hands caressing him, he felt as if he were in paradise.

Fengjie rubbed and kneaded Baoyu's lower body for a while, and saw that his treasure was swollen like a mortar and pestle, with the glans red and shiny, and the shaft showing small dragon-like blue veins. She was intoxicated and suddenly bent down, gently parted her red lips, and covered Baoyu's treasure with her mouth, sucking and licking it, which made Jia Baoyu feel like he was in heaven.

Baoyu groaned and moaned, "Sister, do you usually serve my brother like this?" Fengjie spat out his huge glans and said in a soft breath, "He is not worthy. Don't keep mentioning him now, okay?" Baoyu was very happy to hear this and hurriedly said, "Okay, I won't talk about him anymore. Sister, come again. I am so happy!" Fengjie gave him a charming sidelong glance, and then parted her red lips again to cover the big glans, her peach cheeks bulging, and her fragrant tongue had nowhere to go.

Baoyu flipped over a erotic painting and saw a woman and a man performing oral sex in front of a lantern trellis in a garden. The man was holding the woman's buttocks, his hand teasing her vulva. Beside it was an inscription:

"A celestial melody offered. Flowers fill the carved railings, spring blossoms in the jade courtyard, the music, nine-tenths complete, is about to tire. The mouth plays the flute, the hand caresses the cymbals, countless phoenix flutes and dragon pipes.

Softly blowing, gently tapping, each with boundless charm. Boundless affection, yet only half-hearted, how can it satisfy their yearning?

The hawk swoops down, finally fulfilling their day's desire.

" Baoyu looked at this painting and then carefully savored the inscription, finding it incredibly amusing. He reached out and touched Fengjie's buttocks, finding everything sticky, wet, and slippery. Baoyu, still wanting to compare his beauty with that in the painting, gasped, "Good sister, look at this painting! That woman is sucking so deep, you can't even see the root!" Fengjie immediately understood his meaning and tried her best to accommodate him, but Baoyu's penis was unusually large. Even with her best efforts, she could only swallow about a third of it. The tip of her glans was already touching her larynx, stimulating the mucous membrane there, making it difficult to breathe. Her face flushed crimson; how could she possibly reach the root?

Baoyu, however, was ecstatically intoxicated. The tenderness of the tip of his glans against her skin was different from the tenderness of a woman's inner chambers; it had a different kind of intoxicating pleasure. He collapsed onto the couch, continuing to happily peruse the erotic book.

A moment later, he felt Fengjie release his treasure, panting as she licked his base, then his scrotum. He felt a warm glow in his heart, completely lost in ecstasy, and even lifted his buttocks, moaning, "Sister, kiss it a little lower!" Fengjie's rosy face deepened instantly. Looking at Baoyu's private parts, she hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind. She closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked that spot. She felt a slight numbness on the tip of her tongue, and the surface felt rough and wrinkled, but thankfully, it didn't taste like anything.

Baoyu, however, shuddered, his limbs tensing as if someone had struck his vital points. He gasped for breath, feeling ecstatic, his large, erect penis swaying wildly.

Fengjie, panting softly, asked, "Has your maid Xiren ever served you like this?" Baoyu shook his head. "I couldn't move there. Let alone this place, even that precious Xiren never licked it." He then felt Fengjie's smooth tongue probe inside, seemingly unfazed by the uncleanliness, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. His mind, hazy with desire, thought, "She's actually willing to do this to me!" Overwhelmed with joy, he groaned, "Sister Feng, I love you so much!" Hearing this, Fengjie's heart pounded, her body went limp, and without hesitation, she buried her smooth, pink face in Baoyu's crotch, licking him even more passionately.

It was truly a scene of: The tender lilac delighting the handsome young man, his careless words intoxicating the beautiful maid.

Fengjie had long foreseen that the future of the vast Rongguo Mansion would ultimately depend entirely on Jia Lian and Baoyu.

Jia Lian is an incompetent fool, only capable of scheming and crooked ways; his future is doomed. Although Bao Yu has no interest in studying, he is exceptionally intelligent. If he were to work hard one day, his future would naturally far surpass Jia Lian's. The East Mansion will likely rely on this Second Master Bao in the future. She wanted to win Bao Yu over, to make him remember her kindness, so all of this was done willingly, which ironically led to her being captivated and her lust burning fiercely.

Suddenly, Feng Jie sat up, panting, "My tongue is tired, I'm ignoring you!" Bao Yu threw down the erotic book he was holding, and also abruptly stood up, his face flushed, excitedly frenzied. He pushed Feng Jie down onto the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pressed them high against her breasts. He thrust his penis into her vulva, drawing out a large stream of thick, sticky fluid, a drop of which splashed onto his own chest—a truly obscene sight.i=20>? Baoyu panted heavily as his enormous jade pestle thrust relentlessly into Fengjie's tender flesh. Fengjie wrapped her pink arms around Baoyu's neck, her lower body arched to meet the thrusts, panting as she looked at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection. She felt as if each thrust was kneading her heart, and each withdrawal as if it were dragging her liver out. She even moaned softly, "Brother Bao, do you like it when I open my legs like this... like this for you to play with?" She was naturally wanton, but she never truly let loose. Even when she was having secret trysts with Jia Rong and Jia Qiang, she would pretend to be reserved. But now, in front of this Brother Bao, she didn't know why she had become so unrestrained. Baoyu nodded, and said with ecstasy, "Sister, I'm so happy to hear you say these things to me." Fengjie then cried out seductively, "Sister is so happy too! Look how much water you've made me wet! Ah! Look!" She herself was so aroused that she suddenly gushed out a large amount of spring water like urine, washing her jade stem until it was shiny and smooth. This aroused Baoyu's lust even more, and he thrust into her in every way, kneading her until her jade was broken and red.

Feng Jie, breathtakingly beautiful, suddenly remembered a treasure. She struggled to reach into the small rattan box and pulled out a large, bright red silk handkerchief—none other than the "Red Silk of Desire" that Jia Qiang had recently given her as a secret bedroom toy. She hastily stuffed it under her jade-like thighs. Bao Yu, thinking she was afraid of soiling the bed with her vaginal fluids, didn't pay much attention. A moment later, he suddenly felt Feng Jie's flower chamber become hot and incredibly smooth, making his penis feel extremely comfortable. Even more strangely, when he reached deeper, the previously soft yet firm clitoris became incredibly soft and yielding. His glans pressed against it, and the pleasure was so intense that even his bones felt weak.

Fengjie felt a warm sensation emanating from the silk handkerchief beneath her, making her feel hot and languid. She could clearly feel every thrust of Baoyu's penis, especially when his glans touched her clitoris, a sensation so pleasurable it sent shivers down her spine. It was far more pleasurable than when Jia Rong and Jia Qiang had used this treasure on her before; after only a few thrusts, she almost ejaculated.

This "Desire Flame Red Silk" was a secret bedroom treasure made by the "Dianhualou" brothel in Tianjin. Only twenty-nine were ever made, each worth nearly two thousand taels of silver, exclusively sold to high-ranking officials and the wealthy. It was said that the renowned chefs at "Dianhualou" used hundreds of precious aphrodisiac and tonic herbs, steaming and boiling them for three years, making its effects extraordinary.

Fengjie bit her lip, enduring the pain. Waves of urgency washed over her. Baoyu's large glans teased her clitoris with every thrust, yet he was greedy, lingering deep inside, plunging and thrusting. Suddenly, Fengjie felt the stimulation too intense, and with a shudder, she felt an indescribable, numbing pleasure flow from her tender clitoris throughout her body, melting her entire being. Her snow-white abdomen swelled, and thick, hot vaginal fluid flowed out. She cried out in ecstasy, "Baoyu, you've... you've ruined me again... don't move!" Baoyu had already experienced this with Fengjie twice and knew her cravings when she was virgin. He quickly obeyed, holding her tightly, his penis pressing against her plump clitoris. He used his waist to knead her, and his large glans sank deep into her tender flesh. Several streams of hot vaginal fluid poured over her, which he accepted without hesitation, making his bones melt with pleasure.

Fengjie was overjoyed, her jade arms tightly embracing Baoyu's buttocks, her lower body desperately thrusting upwards. Suddenly, she felt as if Baoyu's glans had pierced through her flower core, penetrating even deeper. She didn't know where it had gone, but goosebumps immediately rose on her skin, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, her heart filled with a chilling sensation. She stuck out her tongue and cried out, "I'm dying...you really...you've

ruined me...ouch..." Her snow-white abdomen convulsed uncontrollably, experiencing pleasure to the point of near death.

Baoyu's shoulders pressed against Fengjie's high, rounded legs, his hands embracing her plump, snow-white buttocks, pushing harder and harder. Suddenly, he felt his glans break through that tender flesh, slowly penetrating deeper. The tip slipped, disappearing into an unknown place, surrounded by soft, yielding flesh. Clumps of strange, tender flesh clung to his glans, wriggling incessantly. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; he felt incomparably blissful, and in the blink of an eye, he ejaculated.

Sister Feng'er's mouth hung open, but she made no sound. Her entire body seemed to have melted away, rendered limp and mushy by Baoyu's penetration.

The siblings, one a beautiful woman with a thousand charms and insatiable desire, the other a handsome and energetic young man, once that thin veil was broken, were naturally filled with intense passion and boundless ecstasy. It wasn't until midnight that they straightened their clothes, left the small wooden house hand in hand, and lingered, whispering words of farewell before departing under the bright moonlight.

Fengjie hurriedly returned to the courtyard, quietly entered the room, and saw Jia Lian's boots placed in front of Ping'er's bed. The bed curtains were drawn, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Not daring to disturb the maids, she hastily washed up and climbed into her own bed. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw Ping'er emerge from the bed curtains, get out of bed, pour a cup of tea from the table, and bring it to her, whispering, "Why are you back so late?" Fengjie took the tea and said, "You must have drunk too much tonight. After leaving Madam's place, you felt dizzy and sat in the pavilion for a while!" Ping'er frowned and said, "It's so cool at night, and the pavilion..." "With all these roads leading to the city, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" After drinking her tea, Fengjie noticed Ping'er's hair was loosely tied up, and she was wearing a snow-white silk gauze draped over her body. Her exposed limbs were as white as jade, and a faint blush remained on her face. She was truly lovely. Fengjie smiled and said, "Little beauty, I've missed you terribly these past few days. How long did I keep bothering you just now?" Ping'er bit her cherry lips and turned to leave, but Fengjie grabbed her hand and chuckled, "Don't go. I'm feeling cold. Come up and warm me up. Don't let your master enjoy himself all by himself." Ping'er had no choice but to get into bed. Fengjie embraced her and pulled the quilt over her.

After her tryst with Baoyu, Fengjie, though exhausted, was still excited and wide awake, wanting nothing more than to talk to someone. She teased Ping'er, saying, "Let's chat about our private moments while we're still close. How did I play with you just now?" Ping'er blushed and remained silent. Fengjie then pretended to tickle her armpits. Ping'er snapped, "What a shameless mistress! If you want to be frivolous, go ask me tomorrow." Fengjie wrapped her arms around her neck and laughed, "I'll play the master for now. Come here and let me kiss you." Unable to resist her teasing, Ping'er half-heartedly complied, and secretly began to engage in intimate acts with Fengjie under the covers—the things the mistress and servant occasionally did before their marriage. Interspersed with sweet, suggestive whispers, these intimate stories of their private lives had a unique and alluring charm.

Since returning from the Prince of Beijing's residence, Jia Rong had been restless and anxious, wondering when the prince would come to "invite" his wife. Early one morning, he suddenly heard a servant come to announce that his master had summoned him. Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, he hurriedly went to pay his respects.

As usual, Jia Zhen, his face pale, first scolded him before saying, "Have you heard about the flower thief recently?" Jia Rong hurriedly replied, "I have. That flower thief has caused more than a dozen cases, and it's already the talk of the town." Jia Zhen said, "Yesterday, that flower thief even went to the Grand Tutor's mansion and kidnapped the Grand Tutor's youngest daughter. A large group of guards couldn't catch him, and even the captain of the guard was executed. The court has raised the reward to eight thousand taels of silver, and the Grand Tutor himself has offered an additional twenty thousand taels. The city's patrol horses have all been replaced with new ones, and all households have been notified to be careful. What ideas do you have?" Jia Rong said, "That thief is so audacious, causing trouble at the Grand Tutor's mansion. He must be tired of living. I'll go and instruct the second..." Those inside and outside the gate were on high alert, ordered to patrol the garden several times at night. Jia Zhen was furious upon hearing this and scolded, "You idle all day long, you really have no skills at all! That flower thief is out day and night, what do you mean by ordering people to patrol the garden several times at night! Besides, there are rumors inside that the thief killed the Grand Tutor's guard captain with just one punch, and that guard captain is a master of some martial arts sect. Just think about how useless our bunch of stupid gatekeepers are!" Jia Rong stammered, "Then...then according to Father's meaning..." He was originally a very clever person, but in front of his green-faced father, he was nine-tenths flustered, and after being scolded, he lost the last bit of his composure.

Jia Zhen scolded, "Useless thing! I heard that the East Mansion has hired some martial arts instructors from some martial arts school to guard the second gate. Go and ask your Uncle Lian if he has any extra men. If he does, ask a few to come and help. If not, ask which martial arts school it is and where it is, then go and ask them yourself. If this matter is handled as slowly as usual, watch out!" Jia Rong readily agreed, hurriedly bid farewell to his father

, and, not daring to delay, rushed to the East Mansion to find Jia Lian. ********** ...

At the very top of the building, Prince Bei Jing, Shi Rong, sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, eyes closed, completely still. Que Ji knelt before him, gazing intently at the meditating man, her eyes always filled with that tender, watery gaze.

After an unknown amount of time, Prince Bei Jing finished his breathing exercises and stood up. His fair skin seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow; his already strikingly handsome features now made him appear even more otherworldly.

Peacock Princess, captivated by the sight, asked, "Has Your Highness made great progress in your divine skills again?" Prince Bei Jing strolled to the south-facing balustrade, took a deep breath of fresh air, and surveyed the lake with an aura of supreme power. He finally burst into laughter, saying, "I have finally broken through the sixth level of the Moon Essence Technique!" Upon hearing this, Peacock Princess jumped up from the ground, overjoyed, and exclaimed, "Congratulations, Your Highness!" Prince Bei Jing, Shi Rong, gazed into the distance and sighed, "Our Holy Sect first produced the extraordinary Stone Demon King, but fate cruelly arranged for him to encounter two peerless young heroes, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, causing his good fortune to repeatedly turn to misfortune. Later, Wanwan created the peerless Wu Mingkong, but after gaining power, she betrayed our Holy Sect, carrying out massacres, leaving our Holy Sect weak and stagnant for centuries." "Now, by some twist of fate, I have unexpectedly acquired this unparalleled divine skill. I can no longer fail the dying wish of my Holy Sect's ancestors." Peacock Princess followed Prince Bei Jing, gazing adoringly at his chiseled profile, and softly said, "Peacock has never doubted that Your Highness's ambition to restore my Holy Sect will one day be fulfilled." Prince Bei Jing's heart swelled with pride, thinking, "My ambition is far more than this." He turned and pulled Peacock Princess into his arms, laughing, "Little Peacock, has your Rejuvenation Technique made any progress lately? Let my newly achieved sixth level of Heaven lend you a hand!" Peacock Princess instantly felt weak all over, snuggling against him, and said coquettishly, "I thought you had forgotten me long ago... I missed you so much..." Prince Bei Jing smiled slightly, "You are like a part of me, indispensable. How could I forget you?" Peacock Princess gasped, "Since last night..." "This morning, you've been in this building with that young lady of the Eastern Grand Tutor. I have important matters to report, but you won't see me." Prince Bei Jing laughed, "Little Peacock is jealous too? That's rare. Last night was a crucial moment for me to break through to the sixth level, I couldn't afford to be distracted." Peacock Princess didn't listen, and said softly, "No wonder, that beauty is only twelve or thirteen years old, and she's already so captivating, what will she be like in the future?" Prince Bei Jing said, "She is indeed a little beauty, but I brought her back for another reason." Peacock Princess looked up and asked, "What reason?" Prince Bei Jing said, "Because she is an excellent furnace, possessing pure Yin energy within her body, which is extremely beneficial to my cultivation of the Moon Essence Essence. Today I was able to break through to the sixth level because I absorbed a lot of her essence last night. I've searched for so long in the capital, and even..." She only found two inside. "The Sparrow Princess suddenly realized, and exclaimed in surprise, 'So that's how it is! Who is the other one who possesses this pure Yin energy?'" ************ Jia Rong arrived at the Rong Mansion and entered Jia Lian's courtyard. He saw the little maid Feng'er sitting on the threshold of the middle room. Seeing him, she waved for him to go to the east room. Jia Rong understood and tiptoed into the east room. He saw the wet nurse patting the eldest daughter to sleep and laughed, "It's so early, why aren't you up?" The wet nurse shook her head and laughed, "Rong-ge'er is a man, wouldn't you understand? It's just a little thing, what's so strange about it?" Jia Rong had no choice but to wait patiently. Looking out the window at the other room, he thought of the alluring Aunt Feng and the beautiful and charming Ping'er, his mind wandering. He imagined that spring was in full bloom in that room.

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