The Adventures of a Lustful Young Man (Serialized) (Part 1)

The Lustful Youth's Journey

(1)
Before dawn, with a creak, the back gate of Crouching Tiger Manor opened, and two figures rode out on horseback.

They glanced back at the manor, sighed a few times, and then galloped down the mountain. They knew that this journey

would be long and uncertain, perhaps never to return.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, their tense hearts finally relaxed slightly. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and they could see things nearby

clearly. The riders were a man and a woman, both seventeen or eighteen years old. The man wore a blue robe, with sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes,

exuding heroic spirit. The woman wore pink, beautiful as a flower; though not tall, her breasts were quite large.

"Yu-mei, it's safer here. Do you want to rest?" the man asked with concern.

"No, Brother Ji, this place is too close to the manor. Let's run quickly. If my father catches you, you're dead

," Yu-mei said, looking at her lover with concern. With that, he spurred his horse and galloped westward. This was

the direction leading to the official road. Brother Ji said nothing more and followed. The two horses, one after the other, moved swiftly like shooting stars, raising

clouds of yellow dust behind them.

After running for about three miles, they reached a forest. Seeing that Yu Mei was slightly panting, the man said, "Yu Mei,

let's rest a bit before continuing." Yu Mei smiled at him and nodded.

The man jumped off his horse and came to Yu Mei. As Yu Mei leaped down, she landed in the man's arms. The man

kissed her pretty face and said, "You threw yourself into my arms; I didn't force you."

Yu Mei wrapped her arms around her lover's neck and said coquettishly, "You've taken advantage of me so

much. If my father catches you and finds out how you bullied his precious daughter, he'll skin you alive!" As she spoke, her clear

eyes gazed at him affectionately, her face a mixture of shyness and joy. Clearly, the tension and unease from their earlier escape had lessened

considerably.

The man, captivated by her beauty, couldn't resist his allure. He glanced at the woods ahead and whispered, "Yu-mei, if

it weren't for the special circumstances, let's go into the woods."

Yu-mei blushed, knowingly asking, "What for? In broad daylight, don't be so

indecent."

The man chuckled, "I really want to prick your peach blossoms again. Your flowers are so tender, so full of moisture; every time you

squeeze them, it makes my soul fly away."

Yu-mei blushed deeply, her small fists pounding the man's back, and she said in a sweet voice, "Brother Ji, don't say any more, I'm going to

get angry." She glanced around, afraid someone might overhear their embarrassing conversation.

The man's desire surged; he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and kissed her red lips. Yu-mei struggled a few times,

then gave up resisting. He continued his advances, and soon she opened her small mouth, letting the man taste her tongue and swallow her saliva

. She was so captivated by the pleasure of the encounter that she almost lost her senses.

After a while, they separated. The man said, "Let's go. Your father is too terrifying."

Yu Mei, upon hearing this, felt a chill run down her spine. She knew her father's character all too well. When a servant served him tea,

some tea accidentally splashed on him, and he immediately flew into a rage, ordering the servant's arm to be chopped off. When a maid washed his

feet, he complained that the water was too cold, berated her for her poor service, and slapped her on the head, killing her instantly.

If her father caught her and brought Tang Ji back after their elopement, she wouldn't be so badly hurt, but Tang Ji would be in deep trouble. She wondered

what vicious methods her father would devise to torture him. One thing was certain: he wouldn't kill him easily. Her father would

slowly kill him.

The two remounted their horses and rode off. Entering the forest path, after two turns, as they rounded the third bend,

Tang Ji suddenly heard Yu Mei cry out in alarm. He turned around abruptly and saw Yu Mei's horse had collapsed, and Yu

Mei herself was falling forward. Tang Ji was shocked and leaped from his horse towards Yu Mei, his movements swift and graceful

. But in a flash, Yu Mei was in someone else's arms. The person tumbled twice in the air before landing

on the ground.

Tang Ji looked closely and exclaimed, "Father, it's you!"

A few feet away stood an old man, burly, with a dark red face and a white beard.

He had just immobilized Yu Mei and handed her over to someone else.

Tang Ji then noticed that seven or eight people were standing around his father, two of them holding long ropes

. Looking at Yu Mei's horse, he saw it lying on the ground, its front legs broken. Needless to say, it was the work of those two men. He

had thought he could escape this time, but unexpectedly, he was captured again. Seeing Yu Mei unconscious and in their hands,

Tang Ji was anxious, bitter, angry, and pained. He couldn't think of a solution, so he gripped the hilt of his sword, pondering

how to win back his beloved.

Tang Ji's adoptive father, Tang Yunchang, glared at him and shouted, "You unfilial son

! Master Dongfang has been incredibly kind to us, yet you show no gratitude and commit such an unjust act! Are you even human?

Come back with me and apologize to Master Dongfang!" He also touched the hilt of his sword.

Even if Tang Ji was foolish, he wouldn't fight his adoptive father. His mind raced; he knew he was doomed and couldn't escape

. Even his own life was in doubt.

He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded with his adoptive father through tears, "

You know that Miss and I are truly in love. Can you bear to see us separated? You've always been kind to Qiuyu and me, please, have

mercy and grant us your blessing."

Tang Yunchang's heart ached, and his eyes welled up with tears. He composed himself and said to the servants beside him, "Take

Miss back first. I'll handle things here." The servants agreed, led a horse out from behind a tree, and carried

Miss Dongfang Qiuyu towards the manor.

This scene broke Tang Ji's heart.

He jumped up, wanting to draw his sword to stop him, but Tang Yunchang leaped forward, blocking his way, and angrily said, "If you have the guts, kill

me first!"

Tang Ji cried out, "No, no, Godfather, even if I had a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare offend you."

Tang Yunchang took a breath and said, "Ji'er, you can't fight city hall. I think you should come back with me

. Godfather will plead for you, and I believe the Master won't kill you."

Tang Ji smiled bitterly, "He won't kill me, but he'll make me suffer worse than death. Don't you know his

character? I've made up my mind, I'd rather die than go back."

Tang Yunchang said, "Then don't blame Godfather for being ruthless." Saying this, he drew his sword.

Tang Ji laughed wildly, "Godfather, I was raised by you. I have no way to repay your great kindness. Today, I'll give my life..."

"Here you go, so you can report back to the Master. Anyway, I don't want to live anymore after losing Qiuyu."

Tang Yunchang slammed his sword into the ground and angrily cursed, "Nonsense! How old are you? How could you think

of death? How can a man die for a woman? You have no backbone!" Then, he couldn't speak,

clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

Tang Ji knelt down again and said, "Father, just kill me. I won't blame you. I don't want to put you in

a difficult position."

Tang Yunchang paced back and forth, conflicted. How could he bring himself to kill his own child

? Taking him back? It would be better to kill him. He knew the Master's ruthlessness better than anyone. Poor

child, why was he so foolish to do something so heartbreaking?

After much hesitation, Tang Yunchang took a bag from his pocket, threw it in front of Tang Ji, and said, "You

should leave now, go as far away as possible. " "Take this bag; there's some money here. You'll need it."

Tang Ji was surprised that his adoptive father would let him go, as his adoptive father always obeyed the manor lord

. This showed the deep bond between father and son, which was incomparable to others in crucial moments.

Tang Ji kowtowed several times to Tang Yunchang and said, "Adoptive father, I'm leaving. How will you explain this to the manor lord?"

Tang Yunchang waved his hand and said, "Go away. You don't need to worry about my affairs."

Tang Ji stood up from the ground and said to Tang Yunchang, "Adoptive father, take care." He picked up the bundle, jumped onto his horse,

turned the horse's head, and said again, "Adoptive father, please take care of Qiuyu. Your unfilial son bids farewell." "Saying this, he

ran forward with a broken heart.

Tang Yunchang watched Tang Ji's retreating figure, tears streaming down his face. The child he had raised for eight years, not his own, but closer than a biological child

, would he ever see him again in this life? He had poured so much heart and soul into him, and now he was suddenly gone.

He felt as if his heart had flown away with his child.

Meanwhile, Tang Ji spurred his horse forward at breakneck speed. He didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to leave this

place of heartbreak. He knew he couldn't take Qiu Yu with him; with his abilities, he couldn't rescue her. Was

he really going to just watch her marry someone else? I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!! Thinking of her fate of being captured and taken back

, his heart ached, and tears streamed down his face. The drops splashed onto his body.

Just then, as he was running, a gust of wind rose overhead, and a person fell from a large tree, headfirst, feet first, holding a knife in both hands."

The blade came hurtling towards Tang Ji. Startled, Tang Ji jerked his horse aside, barely dodging the terrifying blow. The man stood firm and coldly

chuckled, "Good lad, you're quite something, managing to dodge that."

Tang Ji sat on his horse, wiping away his tears, and stared at the man opposite him, a chill running down his spine. The man was

thin, around thirty years old, with a sharp, angular face and a fierce glint in his triangular eyes. He held a short knife in his right hand, slightly turned

outwards, as if he might pounce at any moment.

Tang Ji naturally recognized him. This man was Wu Shan, known as "The Deadly Blade," the

top henchman under Dongfang Ba, the master of Crouching Tiger Manor, and a renowned assassin in the martial arts world. It was said that

very few could escape his blade.

This man had been hired by Dongfang Ba with a large sum of money to work at the manor. He was originally from Liaodong, but had been hunted down by righteous people a few years ago,

forcing him to come to the manor as a form of refuge. Unlike Tang Yunchang and the other two, he was not

a guard of the manor, but rather Dongfang Ba's assistant. When it came to killing difficult opponents, Wu Shan was the one to handle the situation

.

Tang Ji knew the odds were against him, so he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Shan and said, "Brother Wu, are you up so early to practice martial arts

? I have something to attend to and cannot accompany you. Please make way."

Wu Shan arrogantly curled his lip, brandishing the short knife in his hand and sneered, "The Master has ordered that your head be taken.

The Master is truly clever; he knew that Elder Tang Yun would surely let you go, so he told me to wait for you here to send you

on your way."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ji forced a few laughs and said, "Is it the Master who wants to kill me, or are you going to kill me? Do you think I don't

know? You've always had designs on Qiu Yu." These words struck a chord with Wu

Shan. The moment he entered the manor and saw Dongfang Qiuyu for the first time, he was captivated

. He had never been interested in women, but this time he was moved. He knew the young lady was close to Tang Ji,

and therefore, he hated Tang Ji to the core. Today, the manor lord's order wasn't to kill Tang Ji, but to capture him alive and bring him back to the manor.

But Wu Shan didn't want to capture him alive; he only wanted to finish him off with a single blow, that would satisfy his desires.

Wu Shan shouted, "Enough nonsense, come and face your death!" "He took a step forward, a contemptuous smile flashing in his eyes,

like a cat eyeing a mouse. Needless to say, he had long considered Tang Ji his for the taking.

It's no wonder Wu Shan thought this way; everyone in the manor knew that Tang Ji's martial arts were learned from his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang,

who was only a second-rate figure in the martial world. Imagine, how good could a disciple with such skills be

? Naturally, not even second-rate. Wu Shan had fought Tang Yunchang before, and Tang Yunchang

couldn't even last twenty rounds against him. Could Tang Ji be better than his adoptive father? That was impossible. Dealing with such a person

would be an insult to his reputation and his swift blade.

Tang Ji knew that today was a near-death experience, but he wouldn't give up. He leaped off his horse, filled with grief and indignation

, drew his sword, took a stance, held the sword horizontally across his chest, glared at Wu Shan, and shouted, "Wu, come

on, I'm not afraid of you."

Wu Shan pointed his knife at Tang Ji, chuckling, and said, "Tang Ji, do you have any last words? I can

pass them on to your godfather." Tang

Ji snorted and said, "You should leave your last words first. As far as I can tell, you

won't even see the sun today." It was still early, and the sun wouldn't rise for a long time.

Wu Shan cursed, "Nonsense! Overestimating yourself! Tomorrow will be your death anniversary!" "As he spoke,

the tip of his blade trembled, and he moved forward, lunging like a venomous snake towards Tang Ji's heart.

Even before the blade arrived, a chilling aura preceded it, making Tang Ji's heart tremble. He dared not be careless, dodging to the side, and simultaneously swung his right hand

, sweeping the sword across Wu Shan's throat. This strike was swift and ruthless, forcing Wu Shan to parry in self-defense. A chill ran through him

; he hadn't expected this young punk to be so cunning, clearly stronger than his adoptive father.

In the first exchange, Wu Shan gained no advantage. He wanted to use his swift blade to kill his opponent as quickly as possible. Tang Ji

naturally understood his intention, adopting an offensive-defensive tactic, forcing Wu Shan to have no chance to counterattack, while his swift blade

was temporarily rendered useless."

Tang Ji's sword strikes were swift and relentless, one after another, giving Wu Shan no chance to breathe

. Each strike aimed at Wu Shan's vital points, leaving Wu Shan in a

precarious position. Wu Shan, however, was a seasoned veteran and knew his opponent's intentions. He steadied himself, sometimes retreating, sometimes sidestepping,

wielding his blade like a wall, preventing his opponent from breaking through his defenses. After twenty rounds, seeing no effect, Tang Ji grew anxious. He knew that if things continued this way, his chances of survival were slim.

He considered how to achieve a surprise victory, but his martial arts were far inferior to his opponent's. Wu Shan watched coldly, observing his expression and knowing he was agitated, secretly pleased. Suddenly, he leaped backward, covering several meters. Before Tang Ji could react, he had already attacked with lightning speed and viciousness, each strike aimed to kill—this was his most prized fast sword technique. His blade was incredibly fast, capable of unleashing multiple strikes in a single move. Most terrifyingly, because the blade was so fast, it was impossible to see which part of the body he was targeting with each strike; yet, the slightest hesitation would be fatal. This barrage of attacks forced Tang Ji to retreat repeatedly, sustaining several cuts on his arms and thighs—thankfully, these were all superficial wounds. Tang Ji grew increasingly anxious, unsure how to respond. He could only mimic Wu Shan's earlier actions, desperately wielding his sword, shielding himself from the flashing blades. Regardless of the opponent's techniques, he focused solely on protecting his body and ensuring his own survival . Surprisingly, this tactic proved quite effective; Wu Shan was unable to penetrate his defenses. Enraged, Wu Shan, realizing he couldn't defeat him, changed his swordsmanship. He began to spin around Tang Ji, faster and faster , until he formed a blue circle. With each rotation, he unleashed several strikes at Tang Ji, the clashing of swords transforming from a clanging sound into a series of long, continuous notes. Tang Ji, caught in the middle, gritted his teeth and endured immense pressure. He used his adoptive father's mediocre swordsmanship to resist Wu Shan's swift blade. Despite being at a disadvantage, he remained spirited and refused to show weakness to his enemy. Even Wu Shan was somewhat impressed by this tough guy. Tang Ji knew that if things continued like this, he would surely die. If it weren't for his superior lightness skill, agility, and quick reflexes , he would already be lying dead on the ground. He couldn't fight like this; he had to change the situation. As soon as his opponent's speed and attacks slowed down slightly, Tang Ji seized the opportunity and immediately leaped up, performing a "Crane Soaring to the Sky" maneuver towards a nearby tree. He wanted to use these trees to save his life and take advantage of his strengths. He thought to himself, "No matter how fast your blade is, if you can't catch a shadow, you're helpless. " Seeing him escape, Wu Shan was unwilling to let him go. He chased relentlessly, shouting, "Trying to run away from me ? You're dreaming!" By the time he reached the large tree, Tang Ji had already disappeared behind it. It was a forest, growing denser the further north one went, with many trees so large it would take several people to encircle them. When Wu Shan first entered the forest , he could still catch a glimpse of Tang Ji, but after a few rounds of hide-and-seek, Wu Shan could no longer see him. Wu Shan gripped his knife, crouched low, and cautiously circled the area for a long time, but couldn't find a single trace . He knew the other man was nearby, ready to ambush him at any moment. The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of Wu Shan's footsteps on the leaves. He searched for a long time, but still found nothing. Enraged, Wu Shan roared, "You bastard, you son of a bitch, you son of a turtle! I'll curse your ancestors! If you don't come out, I'll set the forest on fire and roast you like a duck!" Wu Shan's shrill voice echoed through the forest, relentlessly. But no matter how much he cursed, the other party remained silent. Clearly, the other party was clever enough to know that he was being provoked and wouldn't fall for it. Wu Shan unleashed his curses, using every insult he knew. A torrent of curses poured forth; he had never cursed anyone so heroically in his life. It could be said that this display of cursing prowess was unprecedented, and perhaps unparalleled. His throat was hoarse from cursing, but the other party still didn't move. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young man to be so cunning and persistent; he had clearly underestimated him. Just as he was at his wit's end, he turned his head and saw a corner of clothing peeking out from behind a large tree a few feet away. Wu Shan was secretly pleased, thinking, "You brat, you've been playing tricks on me for so long, let's see how I deal with you." To avoid alerting the enemy, he first walked to the left front, his eyes fixed on the tree, cursing, "Damn it, you little bastard, if I don't find you, I'm leaving." As he walked, he was almost parallel to the tree when suddenly he turned and lunged at the tree like a tiger pouncing on its prey. (2) When Wu Shan saw that corner of the clothes again, he was so excited that his face turned red. He thought, "Kid, this time I'll make you and the tree into four pieces." With his heart set on it, he unleashed the fastest and most vicious knife he had ever wielded, slashing at the clothes. The knife cut through the clothes and into the tree trunk. The tree was so big that it would take three people to hug it. The blade was embedded in the tree, but it didn't hit the man. "I've been tricked, I've been played." Just as Wu Shan realized this, a gust of wind rose behind him, so fast and fierce, seemingly even faster than his swift blade. Before Wu Shan could even move, a sword pierced his back, pinning him to a tree. Needless to say, it was Tang Ji who did it. After entering the woods, he hid for a while, knowing that hiding like this wasn't a solution. So he took off his outer garment and pulled it behind a tree, luring Wu Shan into the trap. Unexpectedly, Wu Shan, in his anger and desperation, actually fell for it. As Wu Shan swung his sword at the tree, Tang Ji emerged from behind another tree and delivered a fatal blow. Tang Ji let out a long breath. In his final moments, Wu Shan suddenly turned around and said in a weak but venomous voice , "Fuck you, you ambushed me! I'll haunt you even in death!" Though his eyes were dim, they still held a murderous glint, causing Tang Ji to release his sword and take a few steps back. After a long while, seeing that Wu Shan remained motionless, Tang Ji finally drew his sword. The corpse lay on the ground; Tang Ji didn't want to look at him again . His open eyes were truly unsettling. He initially intended to leave immediately, but after a few steps, he turned back . He thought he would need money for this trip, and Wu Shan might have some. Suppressing his disgust and revulsion, he searched Wu Shan thoroughly. He only found something close to his chest, wrapped in several layers of oilcloth. This piqued Tang Ji's curiosity; what was it that he cherished so much? When he carefully opened it, inside were two books titled "The Gale Sword Manual." These four words made Tang Ji 's spirits lift, and he almost cried out. He had heard many times that the "Gale Sword Manual" was a martial arts treasure, and that its owner, Lu Kuangfeng, had once been invincible with the Gale Sword. Many years ago, after Lu Kuangfeng mysteriously disappeared, his sword manual became something that martial arts practitioners dreamed of. Unexpectedly, it...

The sword manual was on Wu Shan.

Tang Ji suppressed his excitement and glanced at the book. The two books together were only about thirty pages long,

containing only twenty-four moves. This made him doubt: Could such a few moves really have such great power? Perhaps this wasn't the real thing

?

After a moment of hesitation, he carefully wrapped the sword manual and put it in his pocket. He walked out of the woods, jumped onto his horse,

and glanced in the direction of Crouching Tiger Manor, his heart aching. He thought of his beloved who couldn't fly with him, and that he might

lose her forever. The pain made him want to kill himself. Thinking of his adoptive father, he couldn't help but feel sad. His adoptive father

had been incredibly kind to him, and he had failed him. Fortunately, his adoptive father didn't know about that matter, otherwise, he

would have been furious. However, it wasn't entirely his fault.

Tang Ji composed himself and rode south. He bought a new outfit in a small town ahead, fed his horse, and after

a short rest, he galloped off again. He dared not linger, fearing he would be targeted by the mad dogs of Crouching Tiger Manor

.

He didn't know where to go initially, but after much thought, he decided to go to the capital. That was where Qiu Yu was to marry

, and also where he had spent his childhood. Although he was young when he left, his memory was excellent. He

had memories from the age of five, understanding the hardships of life far too early. It was there that he met his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang

. Without him, it was uncertain whether he would have survived to this day.

That year, Tang Yunchang was sent to the capital on business by the manor lord. On his return, near the east gate of the capital,

he heard a group of people shouting and crying, their voices filled with desolation and sorrow. Curious, Tang Yunchang wondered what was happening

. Following the sound, he saw a group of beggars gathered outside a house; some were squatting, while many more were banging

on the door.

Tang Yunchang went closer and saw a small beggar in the center of the crowd. He was about ten years old, his face

flushed red, lying on the ground. No matter how they called to him, he didn't respond. Tang Yunchang asked what was wrong. A middle-aged beggar

recounted the story in fits and starts.

This little beggar was one of them; he had no parents and was found as an infant by an old beggar at the

corner of an alley. From then on, he became the youngest beggar. As soon as

he could walk, he begged from house to house like everyone else. Unlike other beggars who kowtowed and spoke at length, this child

simply stated his purpose and then said nothing more. He didn't complain if people didn't give him anything. However

, seeing how young he was, most people felt sorry for him.

Each time, he would share what he received, except for what he used himself. Therefore, all

the beggars in his group liked him. Everyone praised him for his great kindness and righteousness, saying he would surely grow up to be a good man

.

This time, after returning from begging, he fainted as soon as he entered the dilapidated temple. Everyone rushed over and saw that his head was burning hot and his breathing was labored

; experienced people would immediately know he was seriously ill. They tried all sorts of folk remedies, but to no avail.

Finally, they hurriedly carried him to seek medical help.

The doctor, named Sun Daotong, was famous in the capital, often treating princes, nobles, and high-ranking officials.

They had come here because it was nearby and his medical skills were excellent. But when they knocked on the door, a voice inside said that if they wanted to see a doctor, they had

to pay five taels of silver first. They were a group of beggars; where would they get that much money?

They became agitated. Some kicked and punched the door, cursing him for being inhuman. Others, with tears in their eyes

, called out the little beggar's name, thinking he was doomed and beyond saving.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yunchang flew into a rage and told the beggars, "Wait here, I'll go get him." With that,

he leaped over the wall, and the gate opened shortly after. There stood Tang Yunchang, gripping the doctor's wrist; the doctor was grimacing

, his expression quite comical. Needless to say, Tang Yunchang had used force.

The renowned doctor was indeed extraordinary; in no time, he cured the illness. Tang Yunchang didn't mistreat the doctor, casually

tossing him ten taels of silver. He told the doctor, "When I feel unwell, I'll come to you too.

" The doctor remained outwardly polite, but inwardly thought, "It's best not to come with such a fierce man.

" Tang Yunchang found an inn, settled the child there, and with careful care, the child quickly recovered. Tang Yunchang

asked, "Child, what's your surname and given name?"

The child, with his bright black eyes, replied, "My name is Xiao Ji, but I don't know my surname. Uncle, what is your

honorable name?"

After Tang Yunchang told him, the child said, "Uncle Tang, you saved my life. I'll definitely ask people

for lots of good food and give it all to you."

Tang Yunchang was surprised that such a young child spoke so sweetly and took a liking to him. He was already over forty

and still had no children. He wanted to take the child home as his son, but he didn't know if the child would agree. He told the child

his thoughts, and the child said he would have to ask the beggar uncles. He gathered all the beggars and told them, and they were all

overjoyed for Xiao Ji.

Amidst the jubilation, the child was given a name: "Tang Ji."

Tang Yunchang excitedly led the child out of the pass and embarked on the journey to Crouching Tiger Manor. The manor was located on the south bank of the Songhua River,

in a remote area. Yet, in the martial arts world, Crouching Tiger Manor was as famous as Flying Dragon Fortress and White Crane Ridge, all renowned martial arts

families. The three leaders were highly respected and revered heroes. They all possessed

extraordinary martial arts skills and abilities, playing crucial roles in numerous crackdowns on the underworld. Even

major sects like Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, and Taishan held them in high regard.

When Tang Yunchang led the child back to the manor, the usually stern-faced Dongfang Ba smiled and even rewarded

the child with some clothes. Young Tang Ji was deeply impressed by Dongfang Ba, not for any other reason

than the large tiger-skin chair he sat in. Sitting there alone, with an air of majesty and so many people at his beck and call,

he exuded power and prestige. This reminded young Tang Ji of his days in the Beggars' Sect, where their leader, the "Beggar King," was just as imposing

.

Tang Ji had a thought in his mind: he wanted to sit in that chair. He didn't know

what that chair represented, much less that there were many chairs in the martial arts world that carried far more weight. He also couldn't imagine that he

would later sit in many more fine chairs.

That day, Tang Yunchang brought his child to see his wife, Lin Fang. Lin Fang was from beyond the Great Wall, also skilled in martial arts, tall and beautiful

, with red lips and white teeth. She was only in her early thirties, possessing a mature and alluring charm, like a ripe, juicy...

The peaches were so tempting. Every time Dongfang Ba saw them, his heart would itch; if it weren't for his reservations, he would have already taken them.

Lin Fang, seeing that the child was born with well-proportioned features, a strong body, and a sweet voice, happily held him in her arms, calling him

her son. That evening, Lin Fang prepared food and wine, and drank with her husband. Little Tang Ji sat at the table, enjoying the feast; he

had never eaten so much good food in his life. But he still carefully observed the adults' expressions before eating

. The couple drank their wine, looking at their newborn son, feeling immense joy.

When it was time for bed, they took the child to the outer room. It was a small room, very clean. After the child fell asleep,

the two returned to their own bed. Looking at his wife, whose face was flushed and radiant with spring, Tang Yunchang's heart was filled with longing.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder than honeymoon, and he couldn't wait to embrace his beloved wife. He wanted to show his deep love for her through his actions.

Lin Fang reached down to Tang Yunchang's crotch; his penis was already erect.

Its warmth radiated through the thin fabric of his trousers. It seemed to throb, eager to do something.

Lin Fang chuckled and said, "Brother Yun, it's getting restless, it wants to do something naughty."

Tang Yunchang kissed Lin Fang's pretty face and said, "It's hungry, it wants to eat, so hurry up and feed it

."

Lin Fang smiled at her husband, unbuckled his belt, and slipped her hand inside. She wanted to

assess its value more carefully, to see if it had the ability to conquer her.

Tang Yunchang was aroused by his wife's touch; his penis throbbed and moved, as hard as iron, desperately needing

a moist opening to soothe it.

Tang Yunchang kissed his wife's lips, nibbling at them for a while. His hands climbed up her two peaks, kneading them vigorously

, so passionately and tenderly that Lin Fang snorted, her lower body already wet.

She forcefully pushed her husband away, stripped herself naked first, then took out his penis,

playing with it with it lovingly. The glans was swollen almost as big as a baby's fist, its dark red color and distinctive eye giving it an indescribable ferocity and terror

. Lin Fang thought of the pleasure it had given her, and her lower body flowed even more.

Tang Yunchang glanced at his wife's body, his lust reaching its peak. Lin Fang's body wasn't like that of southern girls

, white and tender like tofu; hers was smooth, strong, and firm, with a

very suitable and symmetrical proportion of bone and flesh. Her breasts were high and firm, with pointed nipples, making one's hands and mouth itch. The black hair below her abdomen was long and thick,

obscuring the mysterious treasure, which only fueled one's intense interest in exploring it. Her thighs were remarkably long and straight

, smooth and glossy, gleaming with a soft sheen. The base of her legs was already wet with fluid.

"Wife, lie down, I want to go inside," Tang Yunchang said breathlessly.

"Come on, I want you, I want you to thrust into me hard," Lin Fang obediently lay flat on the kang (heated brick bed

), her legs spread wide so her husband could clearly see her beautiful figure. Her face was as red as autumn maple leaves;

her shy and excited demeanor was breathtaking.

Tang Yunchang took off his clothes and knelt between Lin Fang's legs, carefully examining that area. He parted her pubic hair

; two thick, tender lips were parted, and fluid was flowing continuously from the cleft,

soaking her anus. Tang Yunchang, captivated by the sight, knelt down and lifted Lin Fang's buttocks, placing them against his chest.

Lin Fang's lower body was now clearly visible: her small opening was wide open, her anus dazzling, her buttocks so clean it was almost

reflective of his own image.

"Wife, you're so beautiful, I love you to death," Tang Yunchang said, his hands gripping her buttocks. He lowered his head and

pressed his large mouth against her vulva, licking her with gusto, as if he were savoring the world's finest

meal.

"Brother Yun, it feels so good, you're licking so well," Lin Fang trembled, her arms swinging wildly,

her mouth wide open, panting and moaning, her face radiating desire, utterly alluring. Her hazy eyes

gazed at her husband, filled with a mixture of deception and lust.

Tang Yunchang took Lin Fang's clitoris in his mouth, biting, pulling, twisting, and licking it, causing Lin Fang to moan and

beg for mercy, "Brother Yun, hurry up, your wife is being tortured to death by you. If you don't come, I'll

hate you to death."

Tang Yunchang was very pleased to hear this, and raised his wet mouth and said, "How's your manly skill?"

Lin Fang snorted, "Brother Yun, your oral skills are better than your martial arts."

Tang Yunchang laughed and kissed Lin Fang's tender, red flesh, his tongue like a snake's tongue

, sometimes lightly sweeping, sometimes heavily licking, making Lin Fang's body almost explode.

"Brother Yun, stop licking, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and put it in." Lin Fang couldn't take it anymore and begged

for mercy again.

Tang Yunchang put Lin Fang down, and with his dark, thick penis erect, he moved towards her wet jade cave. There

, it was already a muddy mess, her lips moving involuntarily, burning

with impatience. The glans probed the entrance a few times, then with a soft " whoosh," it went in halfway, then with another thrust, it was fully inside.

The hard glans pressed against the trembling clitoris, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure.

Tang Yunchang, panting heavily, thrust in and out, his eyes filled with the courage of a charge and the gleam of pleasure,

the muscles in his buttocks undulating, displaying the strength of his struggle. Lin Fang, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her thighs

encircling his waist, her mouth uttering long and short, soft and heavy moans, each sound making the man reckless, willing

to die for it.

The thick, long member moved in and out of the fleshy opening, the tender flesh inside appearing and disappearing intermittently. A thin, clear

fluid seeped from their joined bodies, flowing silently down their sides, staining their anuses with a glistening

, translucent sheen. The flesh of her buttocks trembled slightly under Tang Yunchang's movements, a truly alluring sight.

Tang Yunchang thrust hundreds of times, feeling the exquisite tightness of her vagina. He lay on top of Lin Fang,

thrusting while caressing her two trembling breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples. He thought Lin Fang's breasts were

beautifully shaped.

After a while, Tang Yunchang lightly bit one of her nipples and said, "Wife, let's try a doggy-style position

." He then got off her.

Lin Fang softly said, "We're not dogs, why do we always use such unsightly positions?"

Tang Yunchang laughed, "Whatever position, as long as it's comfortable."

Lin Fang obeyed, kneeling down and raising her buttocks high, her two plump buttocks

displaying their beauty in an extremely seductive manner. The cleft of her buttocks became prominent, and both small openings were fully visible. They were both glistening with moisture, attracting...

This was to entice Tang Yunchang to love her.

Tang Yunchang patted Lin Fang's big buttocks; they were so smooth and firm, with an excellent feel. Tang Yunchang then

probed Lin Fang's little hole with his fingers for a long time, making his hands wet. Finally, he licked his fingers and praised,

"So fragrant, so fragrant."

Lin Fang laughed and scolded, "Are you crazy? You always have to drink my water."

Tang Yunchang chuckled and said, "Who told you it tastes so good?" With that, he gripped his big rod, aimed at the dripping

little opening, and forcefully thrust it in, making Lin Fang let out a cry of pleasure and satisfaction.

Then, Tang Yunchang held Lin Fang's waist and vigorously fucked her, his momentum almost killing her

.

"Wife, you're so tight, so beautiful," Tang Yunchang shouted.

"Brother Yun, your thing is so hard, it's going to kill me. Ah, good, now you've hit the spot."

The two were enjoying themselves while exchanging sweet nothings, finding it very amusing, experiencing not only physical satisfaction but also

spiritual enjoyment.

After a while, Lin Fang asked Tang Yun Chang to lie down, saying she wanted to ride him like a horse. Tang Yun Chang obeyed and

lay flat on the kang. His manhood stood erect below his waist, like a flagpole, covered in lustful fluids from top to bottom.

Lin Fang touched this lovely thing and said, "It looks so ugly, yet it's so capable, it must have killed so many

women." As she spoke, she aimed it at her vulva and slowly lowered it, and in the blink of an eye, the long thing disappeared

into the hairy area.

Lin Fang felt so beautiful, riding on the man, feeling like she was the master,

as proud as a man riding a woman. She was riding a man now, why should we women always be the ones suffering on the bottom?

Lin Fang was smug, swaying her plump buttocks, feeling the movement of the large penis inside her. This feeling

was so good, even becoming an immortal was nothing more than this. Lin Fang was moving while stroking her full breasts.

Her nipples were already as hard as beans.

Just as she was getting into it, she turned her head and found a pair of bright eyes staring at the two of them at the door.

She was startled, but when she saw that it was Tang Ji, she laughed. She did not stop, but instead twisted

her buttocks even more wantonly, making the two of them rub together faster to get more pleasure.

She was naturally not afraid of him. He was just a little boy and not a man yet. But having someone watching made her

feel happy and shy, and she also felt very fresh and excited. The feeling was really beautiful.

(3)
Tang Ji hurriedly left, not daring to stay in any place for too long, for fear of being caught by the Crouching Tiger Manor. Strangely enough

, several days passed peacefully, leaving Tang Ji utterly perplexed. He dared not be careless, always buying

food and setting off immediately. He dared not stay in inns at night, finding a place to rest as darkness fell—a humble dwelling, a dilapidated

temple, or sometimes even sleeping in a large tree.

While traveling, he carefully perused the "Raging Wind Sword Manual," becoming so engrossed that he couldn't put it down.

Compared to his adoptive father's "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," his father's swordplay was obsolete. He practiced as he read, mastering all the moves

. Finally, he discovered a problem: the exquisite swordplay lacked power in his hands.

Why was this? He pondered it and concluded it might be due to his insufficient skill.

After flipping through the moves in the manual, he discovered a hidden world. Upon looking at it, Tang Ji's heart stirred; it contained

illustrations and methods of lovemaking. Tang Ji was no longer a virgin; he had experienced lovemaking with women before. He

read it page by page, thoroughly enjoying it and learning many skills. He naturally had no idea what great

use these things would be.

Having learned all the skills, what should he do with the sword manual? Tang Ji knew this thing was a menace, and keeping it would bring

endless trouble. He should destroy it; if it fell into the hands of bad people, good people would be in trouble.

He burned the first volume, feeling a sense of relief as he looked at the ashes. As he was about to throw the other volume into the fire, he

thought of the erotic content within and felt a pang of reluctance, finally stuffing it back into his pocket. He thought to himself, "Anyway, no one knows

I possess this martial arts treasure, so what's there to fear? Wu Shan is dead, there's no way to verify it. Besides, even if this half-volume falls into someone else's

hands, it won't be of much use; this sword technique only becomes truly powerful when the entire set is mastered.

" He encountered no more pursuers along the way, which gradually emboldened Tang Ji, and he dared to stay at inns in the streets. That day

, he arrived in Liaodong. Knowing he was getting closer to the capital, he felt a little relieved, but the thought of his beloved

suffering prevented him from smiling. He didn't know how Qiu Yu was doing, or how he could rescue her. She

was going to marry into the capital, and he would stay there to protect her. Once she was married, he would risk his life to rescue her.

That morning, he left an inn and went to a steamed bun shop across the street. Entering the shop, he found it crowded

. Looking around, almost all the tables were full. He looked around again, but only one table had one

person. Tang Ji thought, "I'll sit there.

" At that table sat a young man, dressed in fine clothes, slender, and quite handsome, with eyes

as bright as stars. However, his face was full of arrogance, and he looked down on everyone around him.

Tang Ji approached the young man, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother, may I sit opposite you?"

The young man didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly eat his bun, and casually replied, "No."

Tang Ji was taken aback; he hadn't expected this outcome, and felt a surge of anger. He hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said ,

"Brother, look, there's nowhere else to sit. Just make do." He then put one leg around to the stool and

was about to sit down.

Suddenly, the young man slammed his hand on the table, looked up angrily, and said, "Don't you understand human language? I said you can't sit, and that's final!"

Tang Ji snorted, "Is this your house? I'm going to sit here!" With that, he casually sat down on the stool. The young man

, seeing this, widened his eyes, stretched his leg under the table, and hooked the stool. As if it had eyes, the stool darted

under the table, and Tang Ji sat on empty air. Luckily, he reacted quickly, or he would have been sitting on the ground.

The young man laughed, his voice clear and melodious, revealing immense pride and satisfaction. Seeing

others in disarray seemed to bring him pleasure.

Tang Ji really wanted to fight him, but remembering it was best to avoid trouble while away from home, he

slowly lowered his raised fist and said, "Incomprehensible," before turning to leave.

"Stop! You stop right there!" came the young master's shout from behind.

Tang Ji ignored him and continued walking. Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the young master blocked his path. His movements were

incredibly fast, truly like a ghost.

Tang Ji glanced at him sideways and said, "What do you want?"

The young master, holding a folding fan in his right hand, pointed it at Tang Ji and asked coldly, "Who did you just call unreasonable

?"

Tang Ji chuckled and replied, "Looking at what you're saying, would I say it's myself?"

Someone in the shop immediately burst into laughter.

The young master shouted, "You dare insult me? You're asking for trouble!" With that, he swung his fan

, striking several pressure points on Tang Ji's body.

Tang Ji hadn't expected such a sudden attack and dared not be careless, dodging left and right, constantly changing his position

. The young master attacked quickly, and Tang Ji dodged just as quickly.

The shopkeeper, looking panicked, cried out repeatedly, "Gentlemen, if you want to fight, it's better to go outside. It's

much more spacious outside than inside!" He was naturally worried about his belongings being damaged, and if they were damaged, he'd have to pay for it himself

.

Tang Ji, being kind-hearted, switched from defense to offense, employing close-quarters grappling techniques. The young master, with limited skill, was forced to

retreat repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, both were outside the shop.

Tang Ji stopped and asked, "Young brother, what's your name? Why are you speaking so rudely?"

The young master, hands on his hips and glaring, shouted, "Who's your young brother? You insulted me, I won't let you get away with it. If you have

the guts, let's have a sword fight!

" Tang Ji, not to be outdone, said, "Fine, I'll fight you to the death."

Upon hearing this, the young master jumped up in anger, shouting, "You're still insulting me! You've gone too far!

If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm not a Zhu!" As he spoke, he pulled out a short sword from his robes. This sword was only half the length of a regular sword.

Its scabbard was inlaid with gold and jade, clearly quite valuable.

The young master drew the short sword; it faintly emitted a bluish light and exuded a chilling aura. Tang Ji instinctively knew this

was a precious sword, and in a sword fight, he was already at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry.

The young master snorted and said, "Take this!" A flash of light, and the sword was already aimed at Tang Ji's chest. Tang Ji dodged to the side, simultaneously drawing

his own sword to parry. With a crack, Tang Ji's sword was broken in half.

The young master chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so useless, unable to block even one move." As he spoke

, he thrust again at Tang Ji's shoulder.

This time, Tang Ji learned his lesson and didn't use his sword to block, only dodging. The young master gave him no chance, thrusting faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye,

he had thrust at Tang Ji more than twenty times, but every strike missed. This made the young master anxious, and his swordsmanship changed, from fierce and

ruthless to light and agile, but Tang Ji felt even greater pressure.

From childhood, Tang Ji had only learned his adoptive father's swordsmanship and knew nothing about other schools of swordsmanship. Today, facing this young master

, if he had used an ordinary weapon, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. There was no other way; the young master was using a precious sword,

forcing Tang Ji into a frantic struggle. After a while, he was in grave danger.

Tang Ji angrily shouted, "If you've got the guts, put down your sword!"

The young master, while brandishing his sword, smiled and said, "If you've got the guts, find yourself a precious sword."

Tang Ji cursed, "You're truly unreasonable!" Before he could dodge, with a "swoosh,"

a piece of Tang Ji's sleeve was sliced off. If the sword had been two inches lower, it probably would have severed his wrist as well.

Tang Ji was both shocked and frightened, thinking, "I have no grudge against you, why must you try to kill me

? It seems I have no choice but to fight you to the death." Thinking this, he leaped to the side, and the young master shouted, "Where do you think you're going? I'll stab you until you're ripped open

!" He closed in.

Tang Ji sneered, flicking his right hand. The broken sword flew out with a gust of wind, swift and ruthless, tracing a semi-circle

towards the young master. Caught off guard, the young master's face paled; he thought he was doomed.

But to his surprise, the sword didn't pierce his chest; instead, it aimed for his wrist

. Interestingly, before reaching his wrist, the hilt faced forward, striking the young master's wrist. The young master lost his grip, and the sword clattered to the ground.

Tang Ji's move was quite brilliant, drawing cheers from the onlookers. This was his adoptive father's most outstanding skill

, rarely used. This move was called "a lucky accident," and Tang Ji had spent considerable time and effort learning it

. However, he dared not use it against Wu Shan, fearing it wouldn't work.

The young master was terrified, his face deathly pale, breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to recover. Tang Ji thought, "I've taught him a lesson

; let it go." He walked into the shop without looking back; he hadn't eaten yet.

The young master picked up his sword and called out to Tang Ji, "Stop! I have something to say."

Tang Ji turned to look at him and said, "What do you want to say?"

The young master snorted, "Why are you so far away? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

Tang Ji frowned, walked up to him, and said, "Speak quickly, I'm still hungry."

The young master stared at Tang Ji and asked, "What's your name? Your move is amazing, can you teach

me?"

Tang Ji replied seriously, "My surname is Zhu. I can't teach you this move. If you kneel down and kowtow to me,

I might consider it."

The young master glared at Tang Ji, gritting her teeth, and said, "I can't beat you, yet you insult me, and now you're bullying me

! I don't want to live anymore!" As she spoke, she drew her sword to her neck.

Tang Ji never expected him to be so fickle and fierce, turning on her so easily. He was about to commit suicide, how

could I stand idly by? I quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, snatching the dagger from her wrist, saying, "This won't do, I don't want you

to die."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw himself into Tang Ji's arms, softly saying, "You have such a kind heart, I

like you so much." As he spoke, his hands moved over Tang Ji's body, and the faint fragrance made Tang Ji feel lightheaded. Her hand

loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Tang Ji wasn't a fool. His voice trembled as he asked, "Are you a woman?"

The young man rested his head on Tang Ji's shoulder, his hands continuing to caress his body, and whispered, "

Aren't you a man? Can't you feel it yourself?"

Just as Tang Ji was lost in thought, the young man pushed him away, saying, "I have to go. My family is waiting for

me." As he spoke, she picked up a short sword and whispered in Tang Ji's ear, "We'll meet again. If you want to find me,

come to the capital. My name is Zhu Xiaotang." She smiled, a smile so beautiful and alluring, like a blooming peach blossom,

dazzling and mesmerizing, causing Tang Ji to fall into a beautiful dream. He forgot he was on the street.

He only awoke when the laughter grew louder. By then, Zhu Xiaotang was long gone. He

felt a sense of loss and guilt. This loss was caused by Zhu Xiaotang, and this guilt was directed at Dongfang Qiu.

Rain. He felt he was betraying her by treating other women this way.

He went into a steamed bun shop to eat some buns. People around him were gossiping, saying all sorts of things, but Tang Ji didn't pay

attention. His heart was sometimes with Qiu Yu, sometimes with Zhu Xiaotang. This girl was too fiery, but

... her saying she liked me really pleased me. I just didn't know her background; she must not be an ordinary person

. How could an ordinary person have such a valuable sword

? He returned to his inn, packed his things, and prepared to set off. When

he reached for his silver at the counter, he found it empty. Not only that, but his sword manual was also gone! This shock made him break out

in a cold sweat. What happened? It seems I've been robbed.

Recalling the past, he finally determined it was Zhu Xiaotang who did it. He had thought she was interested in him, but it turned out she

had a purpose in rushing into his arms—to steal. How could he travel without silver? Would losing the sword manual cause trouble

? For example, it could cause a martial arts catastrophe or a vendetta. He dared not think further.

"Sir, where's your money? We never extend credit to this little shop." The proprietress,

a woman in her early thirties, stared at Tang Ji with wide, unfriendly eyes.

Tang Ji wished he could disappear into the ground; this feeling of embarrassment was unbearable. Tang Ji's face flushed red, and

he said, "I lost my money, proprietress, I'll pay you back later, okay?"

The proprietress snorted and sneered, "Many freeloaders say things like you. I've seen plenty like you

. Don't even think about leaving the shop today without paying." Then she called out, "A Xiong, get your weapon ready." A

gruff voice replied, "It's all ready. Whatever you need, proprietress, just watch."

A tall, fat man, as large as a mountain, walked out from the side room, carrying a large dagger.

Tang Ji thought to himself that he couldn't leave today, so he simply sat down on a stool nearby and said, "Boss lady,

I really lost money. It's not that I don't want to pay you. It's my fault for not being able to pay the shop fee. Whatever you say, that's fine

."

Seeing that Tang Ji had given in, the boss lady's expression softened. She crossed her arms and pondered for a while before saying, "Since you don't have any

money, I'll hand you over to the authorities. Those few coins aren't worth it, and it would make me seem too heartless. How about this,

you work for me as a shop assistant, um, for five days. After five days, we'll be even. Is that alright?"

Tang Ji had no choice but to nod in agreement, and then asked, "What about my food and lodging?"

The boss lady smiled faintly and said, "That will naturally be provided by the shop, so you don't need to worry. But if you

don't do a good job, then we'll extend the number of days until I'm satisfied."

Tang Ji had no objection, so the two reached a verbal agreement. The江湖人物 (jianghu figure, a person of the martial arts world) Tang Ji became a shop assistant,

responsible for cleaning the shop every day. Cleaning dozens of rooms would take a lot of time, but luckily he was a martial artist and

often did chores at home, so it was nothing for him. The landlady, seeing that Tang Ji worked diligently and never shirked his duties, genuinely

liked the young man. Only then did she believe he had truly lost money, and wasn't a freeloader trying to stay for free.

The owner was a simple-looking man who didn't talk much. He listened to everything the landlady said, and every day

, like the other employees, he did this and that under her instructions without complaint; he truly had a good

temper.

Tang Ji was assigned to stay next to the landlady's bedroom. On the first day, after finishing his work, it was already late when he went to bed . Tang Ji

hadn't slept long when he heard a voice from next door cursing: "You're a complete waste

! You can't do anything else, and you can't even do this. What kind of man are you? My life is so miserable!" The voice was trembling with tears

. It was the landlady's voice; the one being scolded must have been the owner.

The boss's voice rang out: "Huahua, I'll be fine in a minute, don't rush, I'll make you feel good

." His voice was very low; if Tang Ji hadn't had good hearing, he would have barely heard him.

The boss's wife snorted: "Come on, you always say that. When have you ever satisfied me? You're really not a man

. I was blind to have chosen you. Let me tell you, if you still can't perform, I'll be sorry

. I've always been chaste; don't blame me for being heartless then."

The boss knew what she meant and didn't dare utter a sound. Who told him to be impotent? At this moment, his greatest wish

was to have a good penis so he could "kill" the boss's wife, saving her from constantly berating him for being useless.

Tang Ji knew why the boss was being scolded; it was because of that matter. It's no wonder the boss's wife was upset; how could a woman live if her man's bedroom

skills were lacking? Most women are restless; if you can't subdue her,

she'll turn around and cuckold you.

The thought of being cuckolded filled Tang Ji with shame. Despite his young age, he was quite knowledgeable about matters of the heart

. He had already cuckolded two people in his life; the first was the Master of Dongfang Manor, and the second

... Tang Ji dared not even think about it, feeling utterly wicked.

The story of his first cuckolding began when Tang Ji was fourteen. After entering Wohu Manor, Tang Ji

became a servant there. He had little to do each day, mainly

playing with the master's children, Dongfang Qiushan and Dongfang Qiuyu. He developed rapidly, growing to the height of an adult by fourteen. This was undoubtedly due to

his diligent martial arts training, coupled with the manor's better food, where meat was a regular occurrence—a world apart from his past life as a beggar

.

Even at fourteen, he still lived with his parents in the outer room. Every night,

when his adoptive parents were intimate, he could hear their voices. Sometimes they would have sex with the lights on, and when he couldn't resist,

he would peek through the crack in the door. He could see his stepmother's naked body and her wanton state on the bed. He watched as a thick man's penis

went in and out of her hairy vagina, and his stepmother made alluring moans that could steal one's soul.

Every time he lay in bed, thinking of his stepmother's big breasts and vagina, his penis would become erect uncontrollably.

He was only fourteen years old, and his penis was already as big as an adult's. He touched his penis and recalled his stepmother's wanton

state and moans, and he ejaculated many times. He longed to find a woman to do that again, and he often stared blankly at Dongfang Qiuyu beside him

. Dongfang Qiuyu was not yet fully grown, while her second and third wives were very charming and alluring

.

Whenever he saw the manor lord's second and third wives, Tang Ji's penis would throb with desire, and he would fantasize about inserting himself

into their vaginas.
(4) Empty Room
When Tang Ji was fourteen, Dongfang Ba had a stroke of good luck in love. He was going to marry his fourth wife. The bride

was named Bai Ju, a merchant's daughter, but she herself was a chivalrous woman who had roamed the martial arts world for several years.

Due to repeated setbacks in love, she became disheartened and even considered becoming a nun.

Just when Bai Ju was at her most distressed, Dongfang Ba appeared. He was captivated by her beauty and charm, and a day without

seeing her felt like three autumns. After more than a year of painstaking pursuit, he finally convinced Bai Ju to marry him.

There was one thing Dongfang Ba didn't tell the truth about: the number of his wives. He told Bai Ju that he

only had one wife, saying that she was extremely gentle and would not cause her any trouble after marriage, and Bai Ju believed

him. But on the day Bai Ju married into the Dongfang family, during the wedding ceremony with Dongfang Ba, she learned that he actually had three wives

. Bai Ju was furious and wanted to jump up and slap Dongfang Ba a few times. "Liar, bastard, despicable, shameful,

" Bai Ju cursed Dongfang Ba and his ancestors under her breath.

The most infuriating thing was their wedding night. Bai Ju endured the night, thinking that since she had already married into this family,

she should "follow her husband wherever he goes," trying to convince herself, preparing to offer her alluring virginity.

But unexpectedly, that night, he couldn't enter the bridal chamber. The three young women, led by the First Madam, had discussed it amongst themselves

. To maintain the dignity of the three mistresses, they decided that the groom must sleep in their rooms for the first three nights

, meaning Bai Ju would only get to enjoy his favor on the fourth day.

On the first night, Bai Ju endured until dark without seeing Dongfang Ba. She kept her veil on, wanting to lift it

but fearing it would be against custom. Just as she was at a loss, a servant came to inform her that the master couldn't come that night

because he had to stay in the First Madam's room. This servant was Little Tang Ji.

Bai Ju was furious. She stood up from the bedside, pacing back and forth, cursing, "You heartless bastard!

Do you think I, Bai Ju, can't get married? Am I destined to stay in your house?" Then she said, "Xiao Ji,

come here and help me." Tang Ji, unaware of what was happening, went forward upon hearing the order.

Bai Ju and Tang Ji were familiar with each other; Dongfang Ba always brought this little servant with him when he visited the Bai family.

Although Tang Ji was young, he was cautious, diligent, and knew how to speak tactfully, so Dongfang Ba trusted him. Bai

Ju was seven or eight years older than Tang Ji, and Tang Ji addressed her as "Aunt Bai" from his master's perspective. Bai Ju found Tang Ji

to be handsome and polite, so she had a good impression of him and always gave him treats whenever she saw him.

Hearing Bai Ju's words, Tang Ji stepped forward and asked, "Aunt Bai, please let me do whatever you need."

Bai Ju sat back down on the bed, resuming her bridal posture, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Little Ji, please

lift this veil off me. I've been suffocating under it all day."

Tang Ji hesitated, unsure of what to do. He had heard his adoptive father say that only the groom

could lift it, and no one else was allowed to touch it. But Aunt Bai wanted him to do it, which put him in a difficult position.

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, I don't dare to touch it. Why don't I go ask the master? I'll only lift it if he says so."

Bai Ju gently scolded, "Little Ji, how could such a smart child like you act foolishly?

Do you think he'll agree? He'll probably beat you up. Don't say anything more, just let him lift it. I'll take responsibility for any consequences."

Since the matter had come to this, Tang Ji didn't think any further and reached out to pull off the veil, which stunned him

. In the flickering candlelight, Bai Ju's face was delicate and sweet, with a hint of shyness. Her two dark, bright

eyes were filled with feminine tenderness and affection. Flowers were tucked into her hair, and her bright red dress added to her noble

and charming appearance.

Looking at the young man who had lifted her veil, Bai Ju suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of intimacy. She asked

, "Xiao Ji, am I pretty?" Tang Ji nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on her.

Bai Ju also looked at him, noticing that although he was dressed as a servant, he was strong and handsome, with large, bright eyes that

revealed his simplicity and intelligence.

Tang Ji only came to his senses after a while, realizing that it was impolite to stare at his aunt like that.

So Tang Ji said, "Auntie, I should go now. People will gossip if I sit too long."

Bai Ju didn't care about that and grabbed Tang Ji's hand, saying, "I'm so lonely. Please sit with me a little longer."

Tang Ji's heart pounded as she pulled him by her slender hand, and he couldn't help but sit down on the bed with Bai Ju. Even

though the other person was just a child, Bai Ju's heart was pounding. Realizing she was holding his hand, she

quickly let go. For a moment, Bai Ju didn't know what to say. After a long time, Tang Ji left the room. He wanted to stay

, but he didn't have the courage. Bai Ju told him to come see her again the next day, and Tang Ji happily agreed.

That night, Bai Ju's mind was in turmoil. One moment she felt resentment towards Dongfang Ba, and the next she had all sorts of wild thoughts about little Tang Ji

. He's just a child, why did I want to keep him here when he wanted to leave

? The next night, Dongfang Ba still didn't come; he was being pestered by three women. He only managed to sneak

in a few words during the day before being dragged away by the ladies. Bai Ju's heart broke at this sight.

What kind of bride am I? I'm being treated like this from the moment I enter the house.

That evening, Tang Ji brought food, but Bai Ju didn't touch a bite. Looking at Tang Ji with teary eyes, Tang Ji asked,

"Aunt Bai, why are you crying?" Actually, despite being a child, he had a rudimentary understanding of matters between men and women

, and instinctively knew what was going on. Seeing his beautiful bride crying, Tang Ji was at a loss

.

Even more unexpectedly, Tang Ji's question caused Bai Ju to burst into tears. She suddenly threw herself into the child's arms

, crying out, "My life is so bitter, my life is so bitter, Xiao Ji, please help me." Embraced by a soft

body, Tang Ji felt his heart stop beating. Is this what women are like? Ah, it feels so beautiful.

Tang Ji longed to let his hands roam freely over the woman's body, to see what it felt like, but he dared not.

He nudged Bai Ju and said, "Aunt Bai, don't cry, talk it over slowly.

Tell me what I can do to help."

Bai Ju sobbed for a while before calming down. Seeing herself in his arms, she quickly struggled free. She thought to herself, "What's wrong with me

? Why am I so attached to a child? Where has my usual toughness gone? Why am

I acting like a weak girl?

" She said to Tang Ji, "It's alright, I'm just feeling a little unwell. You go out and do your work, don't worry about me."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's tear-streaked face and said, "Aunt, try to think more positively. Master will be here in a couple of days... "

"Here you are."

Bai Ju smiled and said, "I'm fine, you can go ahead." "That tearful smile was particularly endearing and

moving, so much so that Tang Ji couldn't forget it even years later.

After Tang Ji left, Bai Ju felt a wave of loss, as if her heart had been taken away. At this moment

, if any man came in, as long as he wasn't unpleasant, she would throw herself into his arms and cry. At the same time, she felt that Dongfang Ba was too much, he simply didn't take her seriously. How could he be so heartless

, marrying a virgin like her as his fourth wife ? On the third night, Bai Ju was still alone in her room when Dongfang Ba entered the third wife's room. He would be coming tomorrow , and a glimmer of hope rose in Bai Ju's heart. Her mood was much better than the night before, and she instructed Tang Ji to prepare hot water for her so she could bathe. Tang Ji and several servants carried a large wooden tub into the room, filled it with water, and sprinkled flower petals on it. Everyone else kept their distance, while Tang Ji stood outside the door, ready to serve Bai Ju if anything happened." After a long while, Bai Ju called him from inside the room, so Tang Ji had no choice but to go in. He saw Bai Ju sitting in the water, her upper body exposed . Her beautiful hair was loose, casually draped to one side. Her shoulders were smooth and full, her neck white and slender, and a few water droplets clung to her pretty face. She was smiling, a sweet and beautiful smile, a stark contrast to her gloomy expression of the past few days . Tang Ji felt as if a fire was burning inside him, his throat parched. He composed himself and said, "Aunt Bai, if there's nothing else, I'll go out now." Bai Ju's beautiful eyes swept over his face, and she said, "How could there be nothing else? Would I have called you if there was nothing else? Come, give me a back rub." " ?" Tang Ji agreed and picked up a towel to go behind Bai Ju. Bai Ju pulled her hair forward, exposing as much of her back as possible. Bai Ju's back was full and thick, with smooth lines, radiating a sensual and youthful glow, making it impossible for Tang Ji not to have wild thoughts. He thought of other parts of her body, and then of his stepmother's naked body. He felt his breathing change slightly, and his manhood began to stir. He suppressed his emotions, gritted his teeth, and began to rub Bai Ju's back. He was skilled at this kind of work, having honed his skills since childhood, and his technique was very adept, with just the right amount of pressure. Bai Ju couldn't help but praise, "Little Ji, you really know how to do things . You're rubbing me so comfortably." The voice was joyful yet delicate, and when she spoke of comfort, a slight, heart-stirring nasal tone appeared . For some reason, Tang Ji suddenly thought of his stepmother's moans. When Tang Ji finished rubbing her back and moved to her neck, Bai Ju sat up straight. Tang Ji continued his movements, and Bai Ju squinted her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, Tang Ji leaned forward and saw a cleavage, a part of her breast . The raised, tender flesh and beautiful curves made Tang Ji's heart skip a beat; if he hadn't kept his mouth closed, it would have jumped out. It was a pity he couldn't see the nipples; they must have been incredibly beautiful. Tang Ji felt a desire to touch them, truly wishing Bai Ju would let him rub her breasts. However, Bai Ju never gave such an order, and Tang Ji could only sigh inwardly. When he finished his work and came out, Bai Ju's soft back and breasts were still before Tang Ji's eyes. Such a beautiful body, how wonderful it would be if he could see it every day. He thought of Dongfang Qiuyu, that child was still young and lacked the characteristics of a woman, so although they had been close for many years, he had never felt any desire for her. Tang Ji stared at Bai Ju's door and thought to himself, if I were Dongfang Ba, I could do what my adoptive father did to my adoptive mother, spread Bai Ju's legs, and thrust my swollen thing inside, doing whatever I wanted. Why did Dongfang Ba marry so many wives? Wasn't it because of his power and ability? I need to work harder and become stronger than him. Tang Ji went back inside to eat, and afterwards practiced his sword in the courtyard for a while, chatting with his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was already over thirty, yet still so beautiful. Her high breasts and full hips were quite alluring, and Tang Ji secretly envied his adoptive father's good fortune with women . He thought to himself that when he grew up, he would definitely find a few beautiful women to satisfy his desires. Of course, he kept these thoughts to himself, not revealing them to anyone, not even his closest friends, Dongfang Qiushan and Qiuyu. These past few days, because of a joyous occasion at the manor, the atmosphere was festive everywhere. Every servant had received a reward and was allowed to drink, move around, gamble, and go out to enjoy women as they pleased. Normally, they weren't allowed to wander freely in the front and back courtyards, but now they were permitted to do so. Tang Ji found Dongfang Qiuyu, the little girl reading in her room. Unlike her brother and Tang Ji, Qiuyu wasn't very interested in martial arts, but she was very enthusiastic about reading. She was reading Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret," and she had read the lines "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches" countless times, finding them increasingly enjoyable with each reading . The clever girl naturally understood the meaning; she was nearing the age of first love. Tang Ji quietly approached her from behind, suddenly reaching out to cover her eyes, remaining silent. Qiuyu giggled and said, "I knew it was you even without you saying a word, Tang Ji, right?" Tang Ji laughed, "You're really quick-witted; you guessed right away." He pulled Qiuyu into his arms. Qiuyu gently struggled, glancing sideways at the door, and said, "Let me go! Someone might come in !" Tang Ji shook his head and said, "Let me kiss Qiuyu." " No, no, let me ask you first, do you still remember the words I taught you last time?" Tang Ji replied, "Of course I remember them clearly." Qiu Yu squirmed in his arms and said, "Write those words down for me, so I can take a look." Tang Ji emphasized, "Does writing them down mean I can kiss you?" Qiu Yu blushed and smiled, "Write them down first." Tang Ji groped her back and buttocks for a while before letting go. She was still a green persimmon, not fully grown yet, but the little girl already had a pretty face and a slender, attractive figure; everyone could tell she would grow up to be a great beauty. Under Qiu Yu's pressure, Tang Ji had no choice but to patiently write down a few words. Qiu Yu saw that although his writing wasn't beautiful , it was neat and clear, much better than she had imagined, which showed that he must have practiced diligently when he got home. Qiu Yu felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that Tang Ji cared about her, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Over the years, Tang Ji had learned martial arts from his adoptive parents and literature from Qiu Yu, while Qiu Yu had learned literature from her teacher . What the teacher taught, she taught Tang Ji. Tang Ji originally had no patience for writing, but seeing Qiu Yu's good intentions, he continued to learn. When Tang Yun and his wife saw this, they were overjoyed; finally, their family had someone who could read and write. With the help of the autumn rain, Tang Ji finally didn't become a boorish man; he could not only read and write, but also recognize characters.

He produced some pleasing characters. In Wohu Manor, servants as "both scholarly and martial" as him were truly rare. Although Tang Ji was a servant, he never considered himself one, and therefore never felt inferior in front of the master and mistress. He always hoped that

one day he could become someone of high status, and this thought alone made him more diligent than others.

When Tang Ji finished writing, he saw Qiu Yu's expression and knew she was satisfied with him. He grabbed her and said,

"Now you can't run away, can you?"

Qiu Yu blushed and said, "Only one kiss, and then hurry up and leave, people will laugh if they see."

Tang Ji smiled without saying a word, lowering his head to kiss her. Kissing was nothing new for them; since Tang Ji learned about

this kind of thing between men and women, he had already kissed Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu's red lips and fragrant tongue had given him countless

pleasures.

This time was different. Normally, no matter how affectionate they were, Tang Ji would only kiss her, focusing on her face

, his hands remaining well-behaved. This time, however, he was exceptionally rude, not only touching her buttocks but also

fondling her budding breasts. A moment later, the hand on her buttocks even reached between her legs, shocking Qiu Yu

. She wondered where Tang Ji had learned these wicked tricks.

She felt disgusted, yet also strangely pleased. Under Tang Ji's ministrations, her breathing became heavy, her face flushed, as if

something was about to spill out. When Tang Ji tried to undo her belt, she resolutely pushed him away,

whispering, "You've become bad, I don't like you." She pushed him forcefully out the door

and locked it.

Qiu Yu leaned against the door, thinking about how she felt under his touch, feeling both ashamed and afraid. She dared not look

in the mirror; she knew her face must be incredibly red. Her heart pounded like a deer's. She thought

to herself, "Who taught Tang Ji to behave like that? It's terrifying!

" Outside the door, Tang Ji softly called her name a few times, but seeing she ignored him, he assumed she was truly angry.

Feeling unhappy, he turned and left. His

earlier outburst was because he thought of the bride, Bai Ju, and in his excitement, he acted impulsively, just as he

would towards that beautiful bride. He hadn't expected to mistake Qiu Yu for her; she would probably be angry with him

for days. Tang Ji felt ashamed of his actions and knew he would have to say something nice when he saw her tomorrow.

He had a problem with saying nice things to others; he felt it was insincere.

On his way back to the backyard, he thought of visiting the bride. He naturally didn't dare hope to enter her room; he thought

standing outside her door for a while would be enough.

Before approaching her door, he checked the surroundings. The courtyard was quiet;

everyone had been enjoying themselves these past few days, as if it were New Year's. Except for the guards on special duty,

everyone else was out having fun.

Tang Ji arrived at Bai Ju's door, listened for a while, and seeing no movement, thought she was probably asleep. He was glad she

was alright. Tang Ji felt he had achieved his goal and turned to leave. Just then, the door creaked open, and Bai

Ju stood in the doorway. Bai Ju looked around and, seeing no one nearby, quickly gestured for him to come in. Tang Ji hesitated for a moment,

then ran into the room.

Tang Ji saw that Bai Ju had locked the door, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly asked, "Aunt Bai, why did you lock the door?

Master will be unhappy if he finds out."

Bai Ju knew what he meant. She smiled slightly and explained, "I have something to tell you in secret, and no

one else can hear it."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's pretty face and said, "Aunt Bai, please say what you have to say quickly. I have to leave quickly."

Bai Ju smiled charmingly at him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Sit down first." As she spoke,

she pressed the uneasy Tang Ji down onto the bed. Her eyes shone with a soft light that could soften any man

, and Tang Ji was no exception.
(5) Entering the Cave

Bai Ju looked at Tang Ji and asked softly, "Do you like me? Do you want me?" As she spoke, she pulled up her

underwear, revealing part of her shoulder.

Tang Ji swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "I'm scared, I'm scared. Master is very fierce."

Seeing Tang Ji's answer, yet his gaze fixed on her body, Bai Ju understood his intentions.

She softly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Once the lights go out, no one can see." She turned and slapped him,

extinguishing several candles in the room simultaneously.

Tang Ji stood up and said, "Aunt Bai, isn't this inappropriate?" He heard no reply, only felt a warm

, soft body press against him, the fragrance making his blood rush. He lost himself in the moment, stretching out his arms to embrace

the bride, his hands moving over her body like he would over autumn rain.

Bai Ju pinched his cheek and chuckled, "I didn't realize you were so lecherous at such a young age

. What will you be like when you grow up?"

Tang Ji didn't answer, kissing Bai Ju's pretty face, his hands finally stopping at her breasts. One

in each hand, he grasped, kneaded, and pressed, pinching her nipples. He could tell by touch that her breasts weren't large, certainly not

as large as his stepmother's, but much larger than Qiu Yu's, soft yet elastic, springing back automatically when pressed. Tang Ji couldn't put

them down, becoming increasingly addicted to touching them.

Bai Ju had never been teased like this before. When Dongfang Ba was pursuing her, he dared not be rude to her, wanting to make a

good impression. Bai Ju had always been self-respecting, so she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Bai Ju was sensitive; her breathing became rough and nasal: "Xiao Ji, you're making my whole body uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she tried to push Tang Ji's hands away, meaning she wanted to push him off and not let him be rude. Of course, this was just her feminine modesty

at play; deep down, she liked this young man touching her.

Tang Ji, of course, wouldn't let her go, kneading her breasts until

they swelled, feeling the nipples hard even through the thin fabric. Tang Ji was secretly pleased, and his desire flared up. He imagined his parents' intimate moments,

pushed Baiju onto the bed, and climbed on top of her.

First, he kissed her small mouth; her lips were so warm and soft. Tang Ji licked, nibbled, pecked, and sucked on

her red lips with abandon, treating them like fruit. He then tentatively probed her lips with his tongue, and after a few tries, Baiju opened her mouth.

Tang Ji then found her fragrant tongue and sucked on it, exciting Baiju, who wrapped her arms around his neck.

For pleasure, Tang Ji moved his body back and forth while kissing Baiju, causing their bodies to rub against each other slowly, making

Baiju's whole body react; a tingling sensation, often only felt in dreams, rose from her lower abdomen.

This left her feeling empty, wondering how a man could comfort her.

After a while, Tang Ji parted Bai Ju's legs and attacked from three directions: kissing her tongue above, playing with her breasts in the middle,

while his other hand unceremoniously reached down to Bai Ju's crotch, groping her most precious and mysterious place.

Bai Ju was still somewhat conscious and subconsciously resisted, but after Tang Ji touched her a few times, she submitted. Tang Ji

teased her there sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, and soon he felt it was wet, with sticky fluid

seeping from his pants and wetting his hand. Tang Ji, imitating his father, licked his finger and said, "Aunt Bai,

you smell so good."

Bai Ju, embarrassed, laughed and scolded, "Little rascal, so naughty at such a young age!"

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, I want your body, let's do it." He then began to undress Bai Ju.

Bai Ju let him do as he pleased, and soon she was completely naked. Her delicate body glowed faintly in the darkness; if there were a light,

it would surely shimmer like crystal.

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, light the lamp."

Bai Ju grabbed Tang Ji's hand and said, "No, no, if you turn on the light, I won't talk to you anymore."

Tang Ji, helpless, took off his own clothes, stepped forward, and kissed Bai Ju from her head down to her lower abdomen

.

Bai Ju whispered, "Don't lick there, you can't lick there." Her voice was soft and seductive, making one's blood boil

.

Tang Ji ignored her words and kissed her passionately between her legs. Her pubic hair wasn't much, but it was soft and short.

Parting the hair, Tang Ji kissed her tender lips, making Bai Ju let out a soft "Oh," and say, "Little Ji,

get up quickly, it's so embarrassing." Tang Ji kissed her again, unintentionally biting Bai Ju's clitoris. This time, he found

Bai Ju's weak spot, and her whole body went limp, all her strength gone.

Seeing this, Tang Ji kissed her passionately, his saliva mixing with Bai Ju's vaginal fluids, making Bai Ju's lower body

tremble uncontrollably. After kissing for a while, he got up and hugged Bai Ju again.

In her excitement, Bai Ju's hands flailing wildly, accidentally grabbing Tang Ji's penis. Touching it, Bai Ju exclaimed,

"Little Ji, your thing is quite big, so hard, almost like a rock!"

Tang Ji said, "Then it's perfect for me to get intimate with your treasure." As he spoke, he inserted his fingers into Bai Ju's vagina.

Bai Ju said, "Don't use your hands, use this." Her voice was barely audible.

Tang Ji, who had been holding back for so long, was almost driven mad with excitement at the thought of possessing this beautiful woman.

Encouraged by Bai Ju, Tang Ji lay on her body, thrusting his penis forward. He tried several times but couldn't reach the right spot

; after all, he had no experience.

Bai Ju grew impatient, grabbing his penis and aiming it at her vulva. Their genitals met

. Tang Ji gasped, "Auntie, I'm going to do it."

Bai Ju resolutely said, "Go ahead, tonight I'm your bride."

Tang Ji thrust his hips forward, his glans squeezing into Bai Ju's crevice. Bai Ju cried out in pain.

Tang Ji hurriedly asked, "Aunt Bai, how is it?"

Bai Ju gritted her teeth and said, "Go for it, don't worry about me."

Tang Ji steeled his resolve, knowing that it always hurts when a woman's virginity is broken—he'd heard this from the lecherous men in the village—but he knew

the pain would pass. So Tang Ji thrust his penis in again, using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, and inserted it halfway in.

This time, the pain almost made Bai Ju cry, because it had broken her hymen. In that

instant, Bai Ju went from a virgin to a woman.

She was extremely conflicted, feeling both the joy of revenge and the sorrow of losing her virginity. At that moment, she really wanted to

push the young man off her and cry her heart out. At that moment, she suddenly felt ashamed. She was the bride of the Eastern Overlord

; how could she let another man have his way with her? What kind of woman had she become?

This was just a fleeting thought. When Tang Ji's penis was fully inserted, the head pressing against her tender clitoris

, Bai Ju's mind went blank. The physical sensations were complex, a mix of pain, numbness, and a slight itch. She

was aroused again, and couldn't help but hook her arms around Tang Ji's neck, taking the initiative to kiss him.

Tang Ji's penis was gripped by Bai Ju's tight, warm, and moist opening, drawing her very soul into

that space. Tang Ji slowly moved his penis, kissed Bai Ju a few times, and asked, "Aunt Bai, does it still hurt?"

Bai Ju gasped, "It still hurts a little. I didn't expect doing this kind of thing to be so painful."

Tang Ji said, "I've heard that it gets better after it hurts."

Bai Ju asked, "Have you ever been with other girls before?"

Tang Ji honestly answered, "You are my first woman."

Bai Ju said, "You are also my first man. I never thought I would be like this with such a young man."

Tang Ji said, "Do you think I'm young?" As he spoke, he thrust his penis in and out, giving Bai Ju a pleasure she had never felt before

. This pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and she couldn't help but moan softly with his movements.

Tang Ji was enjoying it. Knowing that she was comfortable, he began to thrust in and out, faster and faster.

Her small hole gripped his penis tightly, and every movement brought pleasure to both of them. The tender flesh inside her made Tang Ji want to shout

. A woman's thing was so wonderful. No wonder his godfather liked to sleep with his parents. When the autumn rains get heavier, she'll try her taste.

Bai Ju's pain had subsided; she clung to Tang Ji's back, clumsily cooperating while moaning softly.

The pleasure was like soaring to the clouds; she wanted it to last forever, never wanting to fall. Only now

did she understand why women all over the world wanted to be brides. It was so beautiful; she'd wasted her life before

, only today truly becoming a woman.

Unfortunately, Tang Ji was inexperienced. He only managed a hundred thrusts before he couldn't withstand the pressure of her vagina

. Suddenly, his body shuddered, a chill ran down his spine, and he ejaculated, shooting entirely into Bai Ju's virgin hole. The heat made Bai Ju cry out, "Little

Ji, what is this?"

Tang Ji replied, "This is what helps you have children."

Bai Ju was still enjoying herself and hadn't fully had her fill of pleasure. Tang Ji felt ashamed and said, "Aunt Bai,

I can still do it later."

Bai Ju stroked his head and said, "I know you can. You're a real man. You'll definitely

be stronger than Dongfang Ba in the future."

Tang Ji was filled with excitement. He had always looked up to Dongfang Ba and often vowed to surpass him and be more successful

. Hearing Bai Ju's words, Tang Ji happily kissed her nipple. The feeling of kissing it was just like touching it...

It's different. Although Tang Ji's member had ejaculated, it wasn't completely limp like noodles;

it remained inside Bai Ju's hole, waiting for a second round of pleasure.

In the darkness, Tang Ji couldn't see Bai Ju's body, but through kisses and caresses, he knew her skin was incredibly smooth

, and her fragrance was intoxicating. Tang Ji played with Bai Ju's breasts, sucking on one nipple

while proudly holding the other in his other hand, feeling it was the best toy in the world.

Bai Ju, tickled by Tang Ji's kisses, couldn't help but giggle, saying, "Little Ji, stop kissing me, you're making

me feel unbearable, and I'm thinking about that again."

Tang Ji, aroused by the kisses, took part of her breast into his mouth, then slowly released the tender flesh, while his other hand roughly

rubbed it, as if trying to crush Bai Ju. In just a short while, Bai Ju's desire rose, and Tang Ji

's member unknowingly hardened again.

Bai Ju felt a swelling sensation. She said, "It's gotten bigger again; it's trying to do something naughty again."

Tang Ji laughed a few times, supporting himself on either side of her shoulders with both hands, and began thrusting hard, making a squelching sound as he penetrated her vagina.

Bai Ju felt incredibly good; she wanted to scream but dared not, afraid someone would hear. Just as they were getting into the swing of things, Bai Ju

patted Tang Ji's back and said, "Stop! Someone's coming."

Tang Ji obeyed, listening intently. A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching. Tang Ji's heart sank;

it almost stopped beating. If someone caught him, he'd be dead.

"Knock knock knock," someone knocked on the door, and a voice said, "Bai Ju, are you asleep? I'm here." It

was Dongfang Ba's voice. Bai Ju couldn't help but shudder. What if he came in?

After a moment's hesitation, Bai Ju lazily said, "Who is it? So late

."

Dongfang Ba, smiling obsequiously outside the door, said, "Bai Ju, it's me, Dongfang Ba! Open the door, I've come to keep

you company."

Bai Ju scoffed, "Nonsense! Dongfang Ba is in his third wife's room. How could he be out at this hour? You

must be an imposter! Don't you want to live?"

Dongfang Ba chuckled and said, "Bai Ju, I really am Dongfang Ba. What will it take for you to believe me?"

Bai Ju said, "Imitate a sparrow's chirp. If you're Dongfang Ba, you should be able to chirp."

As she spoke, Bai Ju nudged Tang Ji. Tang Ji understood, quietly getting off Bai Ju and planning to find a hiding place.

Dongfang Ba, helpless, could only imitate a few sparrow chirps, and surprisingly, they sounded quite convincing. Normally, Tang

Ji would have laughed out loud. He never imagined that a dignified manor lord would resort to such desperate measures to please a woman, mimicking the chirping of sparrows at night

. But he couldn't laugh now; his life was at stake.

Tang Ji dressed and crawled under the bed. Bai Ju, having also dressed simply, said to Dongfang Ba, "I believe you

are Dongfang Ba, but I'm already asleep. Come back tomorrow. You should go back to your third wife's room, lest

people gossip about me, saying I'm clinging to you."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Dongfang Ba continued knocking on the door, saying, "Bai Ju, I know I've wronged you these past few days.

I'll treat you better from now on. Those three women are ignorant; I'll divorce them all tomorrow."

His tone became stern, as if he were truly angry. Bai Ju's heart pounded. What if he kicked the door open in anger

? Was he so shrewd that he wouldn't see through her secret?

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a voice rang out: "Master, why did you take so long to go to the outhouse?

Come back to the room with me, it's windy outside." It was the Third Madam's voice, sweet with a hint of seductive charm.

"Go back to sleep, I'll stay in Baiju's room tonight," Dongfang Ba said impatiently.

"No, no, it's a deal, you're mine tonight. You'll sleep in both of their rooms all night,

why should you stay in my room for half the night and then leave? That's not fair to me, I won't listen to you!" The Third Madam pouted.

"Go back now, or I'll get rough with you!" Dongfang Ba raised his voice, seemingly about to unleash

his power.

"What, you're hitting me the moment the new lady enters the house? Hit me then, you can kill me!" A thud was heard

, followed by crying, presumably the Third Madam had sat down on the floor and started making a scene. Just then, two more women's voices

rang out: "Third Sister, what's wrong? Who's so wicked as to bully you? Come on, get up." Footsteps sounded,

and more people approached.

"Why are you all here? Did you plan this all along? You're deliberately trying to mess with me!" Dongfang Ba said indignantly. Don't be

fooled by Dongfang Ba's ruthlessness towards his servants; he dotes on his wives. He rarely hits them, and even scolding them is rare for

him. It's clear that everyone has their weaknesses.

"Master, this room is for tomorrow. Tonight is Third Sister's. You should go back now and not make Third Sister sad again

," said the Second Madam.

"Master, a man's word is his bond. You won't go back on your word, will you? You've always been

a great hero, a true gentleman. You won't be an exception this time, will you?" The First Madam chimed in.

Helpless, Dongfang Ba could only pull up the crying Third Madam from the ground and say to the room, "Baiju, go to sleep.

I'll come first thing tomorrow morning." With a long sigh, he reluctantly left, accompanied by his three wives. Once

the footsteps faded, Baiju breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That scared me to death

! If he had come in, we'd all be finished."

Tang Ji crawled out of bed and said, "If he wanted to come in, we couldn't just wait to die, could we?"

Baiju said, "Want to fight? Even twenty of us wouldn't be a match for the two of us."

Tang Ji was silent for a moment, then said, "Aunt Bai, I should go too. If someone sees us, it'll be terrible for you."

Baiju grabbed his hand and said, "Don't go. Tonight is our wedding night. Stay with me, okay?"

Tang Ji's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He thought to himself, "Staying with you is too dangerous! Heaven can protect

us once, but not a second time. Aren't we just courting death? I, Tang Ji, haven't lived enough yet!"

Seeing that he remained silent, Bai Ju said, "Are you scared? If you're scared, then get lost

. I never want to see you again."

Tang Ji was terrified of Bai Ju's mockery. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Losing my head is just a small

scar. I'm not leaving tonight."

Bai Ju was pleased and said, "That's more like a man." She then tried to pull Tang Ji onto the bed.

Tang Ji said, "Wait a minute." Bai Ju was confused. Tang Ji reached over and stripped off the few clothes Bai Ju was wearing

, then took out his penis, sat on the edge of the bed, straddled Bai Ju's legs, and inserted his penis.

Still inside Bai Ju's moist vagina, before she could say anything more, he thrust his hips forward and

began to pound into her with a powerful, forceful thrust, as if he wanted to kill her.

Bai Ju groaned, "You heartless little devil, you want to kill me? Be gentle!"

Tang Ji ignored her, continuing to thrust forcefully in and out of her vagina, each stroke deep and powerful. Before

long, Bai Ju's vagina became even wetter, making a sizzling sound with Tang Ji's movements, making her both ashamed and happy.

How lewd and intoxicating this scene was!

This time, Tang Ji was more experienced, not as careless as before. He became more skilled with each thrust, even

placing Bai Ju's thighs on his shoulders, and then, like a tiger, he unleashed his power inside her. If Bai Ju hadn't been afraid of attracting trouble, she would have

already cried out, enough for the entire village to hear clearly.

Under Tang Ji's advances, Bai Ju quickly reached her first climax. In that blissful moment, Bai Ju

cried out, "Little Ji, I love you so much! You did such a good job!"

That night, the two made love countless times. As dawn approached, they rested for a while, then Tang Ji

fled home like a thief, thankfully unseen.

The next morning, Dongfang Ba arrived before sunrise. Bai Ju had already tidied the house

as usual, leaving no trace of her previous behavior. Upon seeing Bai Ju, Dongfang Ba embraced her, calling her "baby

" repeatedly, touching and squeezing her, making various small gestures, wanting to have sex with her.

Bai Ju thought to herself, "A good woman doesn't marry twice. Since I'm with Tang Ji, I can't stay with him

." So she used her period as an excuse not to mess around with him. Dongfang Ba thought she was angry because he had neglected her and secretly resolved to take his time to win her over

.

A few days later, Dongfang Ba escorted Bai Ju back to her parents' home, but they were ambushed by the Tongtian Sect on the way. In the ensuing battle

, all twenty of Dongfang Ba's men were killed. Dongfang Ba and his steward fought desperately to protect Bai Ju, but she still fell into

enemy hands. Dongfang Ba, with tears in his eyes, fought his way out of the encirclement with his steward, suffering severe internal injuries in the process.

The reason for the dire consequences was that the Tongtian Sect leader himself intervened, and his subordinates were numerous and highly skilled. Dongfang

Ba's survival was a stroke of luck.

Several years passed, and there was still no news of Bai Ju; she was nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead. From then on, Dongfang Ba

never took another concubine; he couldn't bear to imagine Bai Ju's fate.
Tang Ji, upon hearing of Bai Ju's tragic story, wept for days in secret, and even now, he cannot forget her.

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