Spring Water Ripples (Women's Famous Instruments) (01-16)

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Spring Water Ripples
Chapter One: Transmigration
The sun set, the last rays of sunlight faded, and the temperature seemed to drop suddenly, causing the girl by the window to shiver noticeably.
The maid, Xiao Tao, was lighting the twelve red candles on the candlestick one by one when the girl by the window stopped her.
"One is enough. I'll rest soon. You can leave. You don't need to keep watch tonight," the girl said softly and sweetly.
"Yes," Xiao Tao replied, knowing her mistress disliked the smell of candlelight. She quickly moved the candlestick with only one lit candle far away from the embroidered bed and quietly withdrew.
Once the surroundings returned to their usual quiet, the girl by the window turned around and slowly walked to the enormous bronze mirror, which was much taller than her. She casually removed her beige cloak, then carelessly removed her embroidered undergarment, revealing her fair and delicate body.
The girl sat cross-legged naked and began her yoga lesson for the day.
The girl's name was Wen Chuchu, the niece of Yan Mo, the lord of the most powerful manor in the land, and the former fiancée of Yan Lie, the renowned young swordsman and eldest son of Yan Mo.
Why "former"? Because a month ago, Yan Lie insisted on breaking off the engagement to marry his beloved, Princess Mingli.
It turned out that Yan Lie had fallen in love with the beautiful and lively Princess Mingli while traveling, and the two, a perfect match, secretly pledged their lives to each other, vowing to marry no one else.
Faced with this seemingly perfect union, the wishes of a powerless, weak,
and pale girl were naturally disregarded, and no one would discover that this girl had once attempted suicide and, upon waking, was indeed a soul from another time and space. Chuchu had been awake for three months, and after three months of effort, the pale girl she had been dissatisfied with had developed a graceful beauty.
In fact, the girl had a very good foundation; her frame was slender, her lines smooth, and her skin was unusually fair and delicate, without a single flaw—a beautiful woman like white jade.
The problem lay with the girl's appearance; she truly lived up to her name, being too pitiful. Her small face and tearful eyes were endearing, but unfortunately, her personality was too timid and cowardly. Her small face was always turned towards the ground, perhaps because the manor was mostly inhabited by martial arts practitioners, and her uncle and cousin all had stern and cold appearances.
After half an hour of flexibility training, in the slightly chilly late autumn, Chu Chu was also covered in sweat, making her body appear even more delicate and tender.
Wen Chu Chu was fifteen years old this year, which was considered quite old in an era when girls could marry and have children at eleven or twelve. Unfortunately, she had been weak since childhood, and her body had only recently developed. Her thin chest was slightly swollen, showing some of a woman's charm, which was only achieved through the forced maturation of the past three months.
The soul that has taken over Wen Chuchu's body is named Xiu. In this alternate dimension, she is a full-time yoga teacher, beautiful, graceful, and alluring, with countless male admirers. The reason she became a yoga teacher is because of her constitution—she suffers from a cold and aches every autumn and winter, a pain so intense it's almost visceral. Yoga only provides slight relief. Fortunately, she discovered a better method: passionate lovemaking that induces profuse sweating and a blissful, immersive feeling during orgasm, as if her soul has merged into a hot spring.
She thought that having a different body would eliminate this ailment, but it seems this strange condition is etched into her soul. Even though it's only early autumn, and the lingering summer heat hasn't subsided, she already finds it unbearable how the chill seems to emanate from her very bones at night.
After warming herself up with yoga, she discarded her outer robes, wearing only a strapless long dress and a thick, long cloak. She blew out the red candles and quietly left the small building where she and her maid, Xiao Tao, lived. A few days ago, she had learned that there was a natural hot spring in the southeast of the manor, a place rarely visited. The locals seemed to have some taboo against bathing, and most went months without getting their bodies wet. The "
Number One Manor Under Heaven" wasn't originally called "Number One Under Heaven"; it was Mo Manor, built by Yan Mo. It was called "Number One Under Heaven" because Yan Mo was not only one of the best martial artists in the world, but also unparalleled in his ability to make money. Furthermore, he was the emperor's teacher, receiving a prince's salary. The plaque bearing the inscription "Number One Under Heaven" was personally inscribed by his imperial disciple. The "Number One
Under Heaven" wasn't actually a manor; built against the mountain, it resembled a military fortress, magnificent and imposing. Fortunately, Chu Chu's small building was in a secluded location, and fortunately, there was a hot spring in the inner courtyard.
Small in stature and moving quietly, and because it was the inner courtyard with no sentries, she arrived at the hot spring without alerting anyone.
At this moment, the once round moon was mostly hidden behind the clouds, its light dimmed, and the surroundings seemed eerily shadowy. Even the usually bold woman felt a little frightened, wanting only to warm up and return quickly. Therefore, she didn't look around much and didn't notice the robust adult man soaking in the spring water under the shade of a tree beside her.
The man had already noticed her arrival, assuming it was one of his concubines coming to play in the water. He was just thinking of using her to relieve his lust when he saw her lift her cloak, revealing her face.
It was Chu Chu.
The man showed a surprised expression. He intended to leave silently, but the girl moved quickly, instantly removing her strapless dress, standing naked before him. Being able to see in the darkness, he naturally saw her clearly.
The girl's skin was fair and delicate, seemingly glowing in the soft moonlight, captivating the eye. She was gathering her long hair, which reached below her hips, and pinning it up above her head. Her raised arm accentuated the proud, erectness of her small breasts, the nipples red and perky from the cold or nervousness. From top to bottom, her shapely abdomen, clean and hygienic vulva, and her most curvaceous buttocks, plump and soft…
The man felt a sudden surge of lust. Being a naturally wanton and unrestrained man, he abandoned his intention to leave and decided to feast his eyes.
Chapter Two: Top-Tier Tongue Skill
Chu Chu quickly pinned up her long hair, tested the water with her toes, and was somewhat disappointed that the water temperature wasn't very high; it would probably get colder and colder for her the longer she soaked.
A gust of autumn wind blew, chilling her to the bone. She jumped into the water, startling a splash that was especially clear in the night. The water was rather deep, so she could only sit halfway on the rocks by the spring, with most of her body submerged. The water temperature wasn't ideal, and the fact that she dared not submerge herself completely made her uncomfortable. The steam from the hot spring seemed to amplify the chill within her, making her shiver.
She simply leaned against the rock, raised one leg over the edge, and began to masturbate, trying to reach an orgasm.
Chu Chu pinched her small breasts with one hand, tugging at the nipples, while the other hand reached down to her genitals, parting the delicate opening. Her slender fingers slowly rubbed her clitoris, and soon she felt an
overwhelming surge of desire. Her body was incredibly sensitive; even such gentle rubbing seemed enough to bring her to orgasm. Overwhelmed by lust, she closed her eyes slightly, breathing heavily, enjoying the dual baptism of the hot spring and her desire, completely unaware that a large shadow was gradually enveloping her.
After a while of trying, she was too delicate and her hands were too soft, and she was always just a little short. She pouted pitifully, her eyes welling up with tears, looking extremely aggrieved. Suddenly, a pair of hot, large hands grabbed her fair thighs and lifted her up. Caught off guard, she fell backward and lay on the rock. Immediately, a hot breath invaded her genitals, and a thick tongue licked her. Before she could even cry out, an orgasm came, making her almost scream with excitement.
His fiery tongue seemed determined not to let her go, forcefully parting her tightly closed virgin labia majora. It swept back and forth a few times, then took one labia into its mouth, moving it around with his tongue, then the other. Finally, as if not satisfied, he opened his mouth wide, sucking on both labia at the same time, his tongue thrusting in and out between them.
Chu Chu knew she had met a master; this licking technique was the result of countless hours of practice, making her tremble with excitement, her juices flowing freely, almost making her want to forget to breathe.
She had already discovered that her body was extremely sensitive, and the fluids flowing from her were abundant, juicy, and exceptionally sweet. This was probably due to her body's long-term vegetarian diet; the fluids didn't have a fishy smell, but rather were clear and smooth—absolutely top-quality.
The man seemed to have noticed this as well, and began to attack the vaginal opening, wanting to draw out more nectar. He curled his tongue, inserting and stirring it, and sure enough, a soft moan escaped her ear as nectar gushed out like a spring, allowing him to drink a large mouthful and smack his tongue.
Satisfied with his drink, the man began to tease the bright red pearl before him, lightly licking it with his tongue, almost imperceptibly. When Chu Chu wanted more, he took it into his mouth, his tongue employing the five techniques of touching, teasing, flicking, pressing, and stirring, drawing out a large amount of nectar.
Chu Chu's body could no longer bear it; as another intense orgasm swept over her, she finally ejaculated her first semen, her mind blank, and she fainted…
When she awoke, she was lying in her boudoir, naked and covered with a thin blanket.
She weakly sat up and examined her genitals. Like a blooming flower, her once pale and tightly closed labia trembled delicately, exuding an alluring red fragrance.
She gently inserted a finger; the hymen was still intact. It seemed it hadn't been broken. Who could it be?!
Hmph, who else but the mistress could come and go freely in the most prestigious manor and find her boudoir so accurately?!
Yan Mo's verbal skills were truly impressive. Chu Chu licked her lips, her heart pounding with regret. She secretly vowed to seize the opportunity to properly meet this unparalleled uncle, hoping his little brother's skills wouldn't be inferior to his tongue.
Chapter 3: Caught Masturbating Again
Although she hadn't officially broken her virginity and experienced the fiery warmth of pure yang semen, she had still managed to release some yin essence, calming the coldness within her body. Wen Chu Chu slept the sweetest sleep she'd ever had in this era.
For the next two days, she felt good and was much more amiable towards her personal maid, Xiao Tao, no longer feigning a sorrowful and aloof demeanor.
Every night, her heart would pound, anticipating someone's visit, but she was disappointed both days, as if nothing had happened. Three days was her limit.
After a night at the hot springs, her tender body seemed to have had the floodgates of desire opened. A restlessness made her fidgety and her mind wander. Each time she masturbated, there was no relief; instead, she felt even colder, cold to the bone.
On the fourth day, the autumn air was crisp and clear, and the sun was blazing. She carefully dressed herself, preparing to stroll in the garden to clear her mind and refresh her spirit.
Women of this era wore complex and layered clothing, especially those from wealthy families. They wore thin silks and gauzes, layering them one on top of another to avoid revealing their skin, which was extremely troublesome.
Chu Chu had never liked wearing too many layers, and even in the cold, she refused to wear three. So, she wore a pure white, form-fitting, bodiced silk dress, plus a light green outer skirt, and that was it. As for thick trousers, she naturally disdained them. Apart from a small triangle, she was not used to wearing baggy trousers under her skirt, which would have revealed a lot underneath. She only hoped that the wind wouldn't pick up and ruin the reputation of this young lady of high birth.
Wen Chuchu didn't care about any of that. She was already annoyed. Clothes could be a little haphazard, but hair was something everyone could see, and she couldn't let it hang loose. In this era, only her husband could see and touch a woman's long, flowing hair. Whether married or not, everyone had to put their hair up in a bun, the only difference being the hair ornaments and the way it was styled.
This was a real hardship for the usually carefree Wen Chuchu, and one of the reasons she hadn't left her small building in the three months she'd been in this era.
Xiao Tao had skillful hands and knew Chuchu disliked complicated hairstyles, so she styled it into a very simple bun. All the hair was pulled back, revealing her small, delicate face, her watery eyes, and her pointed chin, perfectly highlighting her tender and pitiful side, as if she were saying: "I'm scared, I'm scared, don't bully me."
Although Wen Chuchu's appearance was quite good, fitting the title of "kawaii little beauty" in her mind, it didn't conform to the aesthetic standards of this era.
Women of this era are generally healthy and radiant, especially in the world's number one martial arts sect where both men and women practice martial arts. The men and women there are particularly agile and robust; for example, Xiao Tao's figure is twice her size.
A woman like Chu Chu, more like Daiyu than Daiyu, more like a character from a Qiong Yao novel, always facing the earth as if ashamed to be seen, cannot be considered beautiful. "
I really don't know how this was inherited! We're related by blood, yet you look like this!" she thought. "Oh well, this face and figure might not seem good now, but it will be popular thirty years from now. A forever youthful and charming face—that's good fortune in the future!"
She muttered to herself as she looked in the mirror. Although she regretted not having fiery red lips and a hot, agile appearance, she felt it was worth it to be given a second chance at life.
Dressed up, head held high, blinking her eyes, she was indeed a delicate little beauty. "Hmph, let the men of this world experience a different kind of charm!" "My kind of beauty is a classic character from Qiong Yao's novels; men all vie to adore her."
Wen Chuchu gave a shy smile to herself in the mirror, feeling a little interested. The
Number One Manor under Heaven is divided into inner and outer manors. The inner manor is naturally inhabited by the manor lord Yan Mo, his two sons, and hundreds of concubines; while the outer manor is ten times larger than the inner manor, inhabited by the disciples and advisors of the Number One Manor under Heaven.
In the center of the inner manor is a vast garden, said to have been built against the mountain at great expense and is very famous. To the north of the garden is the forbidden area of the manor lord Yan Mo, to the east belongs to the eldest son Yan Lie, and to the south belongs to the second son Yan Jun. Because the second son is often away training, Wen Chuchu has always occupied a small building on the edge of his territory, while the west is the concubines' territory.
In this era, concubines and even wives had very low status. Without their husbands' permission, they weren't even allowed to leave their homes. Unmarried girls, however, were much freer. As long as they maintained their reputation, they could do almost anything they wanted, just like men.
In this inner courtyard, besides the maids and servants, only Wen Chuchu, their mistress, could freely wander around. It was truly a waste.
The late summer heat hadn't subsided, and the sun was blazing. Chuchu strolled around the garden, worked up a sweat, and felt much happier. The sun felt warm on her skin. She nimbly climbed a rocky outcrop and sat down on the largest rock. The rock was scorching hot from the sun, and the heat immediately hit her genitals, making her almost sigh with pleasure.
She sent Xiao Tao to fetch some fruit to satisfy her craving, and then waited alone, basking in the sunshine.
The garden was quiet. Perhaps it was because Yan Mo's authority was too great; the maids and servants in the manor were all incredibly silent, as quiet as background noise, obedient and well-behaved. Growing up in such a repressive and stifling environment, it's no wonder that the original Wen Chuchu had a timid and gloomy personality.
After eating fruit and sending Xiao Tao away, Wen Chuchu lay down contentedly. With no one around and her position high up, she became bolder, openly crossing her legs and secretly touching the small pearl between her legs.
The sunlight felt warm on her skin, and the rocks beneath her were also warm. With a touch of sensuality she herself had added, she felt as if she were floating on air. Her gauze skirt rose higher and higher, gradually revealing her beautiful, slender legs, which, under the direct sunlight, were so white and delicate they seemed to glow.
"I was wondering where that cat from back then was calling for heat. Turns out it's a little girl in heat. Tsk tsk tsk, I knew my father was too domineering. There's not a decent man to be found in this courtyard besides the master. This little girl is suffering here all by herself."
Just as she was enjoying herself, a pleasant baritone voice sounded in her ear, and then a hot hand pressed against her smooth thigh, stroking it back and forth, almost touching her private parts.
Wen Chuchu sat up abruptly, startled. She turned and saw a burly man in fine clothes, whom she didn't recognize, squatting in front of her with great interest. The only person who could enter and leave this inner courtyard, who called himself "father," and whom Wen Chuchu didn't recognize in her memory, was the second young master, Yan Jun, who was always traveling and studying martial arts. He actually saw her, but he didn't seem to recognize her. Well, Wen Chuchu was always aloof and kept her head down; there weren't many men who remembered her or whom she remembered—only two: her maternal uncle and her former fiancé, now her older cousin.
"Who are you!? Let...let me go!" Chuchu opened her eyes wide, her face a tearful, aggrieved expression, and pushed away the hot hand stroking her thigh. Secretly, however, she was carefully observing the muscular man before her. He was incredibly strong, like a bear, with deep features. His thighs seemed thicker than her waist. What captivated her most was the heat emanating from him and his large, hot hands that seemed capable of melting her.
"Little girl, don't you recognize me?! Haha, good girl, young master will give you candy. Tsk tsk, little girl, you're really flirtatious. You don't even wear underwear. Are you that thirsty?"
Yan Jun was obviously not someone who could accept rejection. The hand that was being pushed was not pushed away, but instead quickly moved upwards and touched the vital spot, and also touched the crystal spring water.
Chapter 4 Breaking the Virginity (1)
Wen Chuchu felt her waist suddenly go limp. A strong desire washed over her, making her almost unable to control herself. If this were the morning room, even at night, she would not mind having a casual affair. But this was in broad daylight, on the rocks in the garden. From here, half of the garden could be seen. Although she did not see any maids or servants passing by for a while, this garden was a shortcut to all directions in the inner courtyard. It was possible that there were maids or servants watching the show in some dark corner. She had no face to perform in public.
"Second Master, please let me go! I'll never dare to do it again, sob sob sob..." Wen Chuchu quickly pulled her knees back, kneeling on the rock and crying pitifully. Tears streamed down her face, wetting a piece of rock. Her series of movements finally freed her from Yan Jun's fingers, which were trying to slip into her flesh.
Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, seemingly having never seen a woman cry so well. Seeing her shy and tearful face, her eyelashes fluttering as tears streamed down, washing her eyes and making her look delicate and frail, his expression softened.
"This little girl's crying makes my heart melt. I've never played with someone like you before. Although you're a bit thin, you have a unique charm." As he spoke, he lifted her small chin, opened his mouth wide, and bit Wen Chuchu's trembling cherry lips.
Indeed, he was biting, his thick tongue forcefully forcing open her lips and teeth, sucking on her slightly cool tongue, then as if tasting something delicious, sucking and biting, seemingly wanting to devour it.
This was terrible for Wen Chuchu; caught off guard, she was captured and lost her autonomy. "
It's over, it's over..." she wailed inwardly, thinking she had met a beast today and that a wild sex session was probably inevitable, when the beastly man who had been groping her stopped. He frowned slightly, then put Wen Chuchu down from his half-embracing arms, pinched her dazed face, and chuckled lewdly, "Little slut, wait for me here for a moment, I'll be right back." With that, he sped away, heading north of the inner courtyard.
As soon as he left, Wen Chuchu hurriedly straightened her clothes. Her thin gauze skirt had already been completely lifted up, revealing her pubic area, which peeked out from between her legs, its bright red flesh glistening with dewdrops in the sunlight. Her bodice had also shifted to one side, revealing her small breasts, which rose and fell with her breath.
Wen Chuchu pouted as she straightened her clothes, climbed down the artificial hill, and ran towards her small house. Hmph, who would wait for him here? They lived in the same courtyard anyway; she'd just have a chance encounter tonight!
Back in the small building, Wen Chuchu's desire was still burning. She lay on the bed, rubbing herself frantically. Several times she wanted to insert her middle finger into her vagina, but she gave up. It wasn't that she cared about her hymen, but rather that it seemed a bit too much to break it herself...
Because she couldn't get satisfaction, and felt increasingly cold, Xiao Tao brought her dinner that evening, but she had little appetite. She forced herself to eat a bowl of light bird's nest porridge, then, as usual, she dismissed Xiao Tao, extinguished the candles, and began her yoga flexibility practice on the wooden floor of the small building. She had been studying and teaching yoga for many years, and her practice was quite targeted. Her goal was to make her body more beautiful and alluring by enhancing her breasts, slimming her waist, lifting her buttocks, and tightening her vagina. And the results were significant. At least after three months of practice, her breasts were fuller, her waistline was more slender and obvious, and it seemed as if she would break when she bent over. Her currently fleshy buttocks were also firm and shapely, round and perky, which could be said to be the most alluring part of her body at present.
After half an hour of practice, she was covered in a light sweat and crawled to her knees in a baby pose to relax.
Just as she closed her eyes and felt comfortable, a pair of hot, large hands touched her pert buttocks. Startled, she tried to get up, but her back was held down, and her upper body couldn't move, causing her buttocks to stick up even more.
A deep laugh came from behind her, and Wen Chuchu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately thought of the possible person. She had been waiting for this moment, and finally, it had come. So she pretended to struggle, instead sticking her buttocks up high, making her thighs and calves almost ninety degrees, while making soft, tender moans.
"Who? Waaah... let me go." She sobbed and swayed her round buttocks, tempting the other person.
Yan Mo did not disappoint her. His large hands pinched and pulled apart her plump labia, and his rough fingers rubbed back and forth between her labia and anus.
"What a slutty little thing! What are you doing, lying naked on the ground like a bitch begging to be fucked? Heh, I heard you went out today without even wearing underwear, and we almost got fucked in the garden!?" The man's voice was deep and authoritative. Wen Chuchu's heart trembled. Instinctively, she seemed to have a strong fear of this man. This was a memory belonging to this body, while her soul seemed to smell the challenge and became even more excited. As
she became excited, her vaginal fluids overflowed, glistening on her labia.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if out of fear. The grip on her back loosened slightly, and Wen Chuchu forced her head to turn, looking pitifully at the man, then gasped.
This was indeed a tall and strong man, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning—exactly Wen Chuchu's type.
"...Waaah, Uncle...waaah..." She blinked her tearful eyes, pouted her red lips, and moaned pitifully and sweetly.
"You little slut, look how wet you are, you're craving a man so much!?" Yan Mo chuckled, pressing down on her back to force her shoulders to the floor. Then, his wet hand slapped her buttocks twice, and he shouted, "Hurry up and stick your cunt out, let your uncle satisfy your craving."
Wen Chuchu eagerly stuck out her buttocks, trying to expose her pink and tender vulva, while softly sobbing, "Waaah, uncle, please forgive Chuchu, waaah, Chuchu won't do it again... ah." At this moment, Yan Mo's big mouth was already sucking on her wet vulva, thirstily drinking.
A surge of heat, accompanied by a strong suction, made Wen Chuchu cry out in surprise. It felt so good! She gently wiggled her buttocks, wanting more, but was slapped twice, causing her to shudder in pain. Her tender orifice gushed out a torrent of spring water, which Yan Mo sucked with delight, even swallowing it forcefully and making lewd noises.
"Damn, what a slut, look at how much you're gushing, I can't even finish eating you." Yan Mo seemed to have had enough to drink. He licked his lips and continued to rub his labia majora and minora with his fingers, accurately pinching his clitoris and rubbing it vigorously. His eyes were fixed on the slender figure. "Come on, little slut, let your uncle see how slutty you are. You'll get a reward if you satisfy me!"
Chapter 5 Deflowering (2)
While rubbing Wen Chuchu's clitoris, Yan Mo turned the thin and slender girl over with one hand. While turning her over, his fingers rubbing her clitoris did not move an inch. Instead, he increased the force by two. This made Wen Chuchu feel like she was flying. She was dizzy.
When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the soft bed, her legs wide open and her lower back raised, looking like she was waiting to be fucked.
Yan Mo lay half-lying on her, a strange smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were lifeless, dark, and cold. Wen Chuchu felt a chill run down her spine, her reason, burned by desire, returning somewhat. Suddenly, she felt afraid. This man was definitely not someone she could play with…
She had always been pragmatic and had been good at playing the innocent since childhood. So, she pouted and said pitifully, “Uncle, save me, Chuchu is so sad…” As she spoke, she deliberately relaxed and opened her body, making her already blooming red labia, which were already throbbing under his caresses, even more beautiful. You could even see the pink orifice opening and closing inside. Her little hands were not idle either, but instead touched Yan Mo’s rock-hard thighs and gently kneaded them.
"My dear Chuchu, your uncle originally intended to keep you for a few more years, but I didn't expect you to be so horny. You can't even wait a few days. Looking at your figure, I'm afraid you won't last even the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Oh well, I'll just have to take your 'red pill' first, and then slowly train you later." Yan Mo smiled, continuing to rub Wen Chuchu's engorged clitoris while lifting his hem and loosening his belt, releasing the weapon between his legs.
Wen Chuchu had previously chatted with her lover about what kind of penis was best. The wisdom of the ancients is boundless; they had long since summarized the best ones: black in color, high angle, and thick at the tip. Back then, Wen Chuchu was itching for one. Later, she dated several foreign lovers, even some black ones, but none of them had made her heart race with the shock she felt now, a lingering feeling that she might not be able to handle it.
"Uncle...it's so big..." Wen Chuchu stared blankly at the magnificent thing before her, her small, pale hands reaching out as if bewitched. It was hot and firm, like a weapon ready to unleash its fury.
Yan Mo gently inserted his fingers into Wen Chuchu's vagina, thrusting in and out shallowly, widening the entrance. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. With the lustful fluid flowing out due to the forced dilation, he inserted them with a squelching sound. But Wen Chuchu wasn't so comfortable. Yan Mo's fingers weren't slender; three fingers were quite considerable. And since he was only dilating the entrance, he couldn't reach the itchy spots inside, giving her the illusion of being torn apart. She twisted her waist in discomfort, whimpering softly, looking pitifully at Yan Mo.
"Uncle, it hurts..."
"Good girl, I'll make you feel good soon..." Yan Mo knelt leisurely to the side, methodically dilating her vagina.
Wen Chuchu was burning with anxiety. In matters of the heart, she always preferred a quick and efficient approach. While she also thoroughly enjoyed caresses and oral sex, those were merely snacks, essential treats in life. Now, having been tormented by hunger for days, snacks couldn't satisfy her, especially with a grand meal right before her eyes, yet no food was served.
"Uncle..." Feeling her vagina contract rapidly, yet the man continued his leisurely expansion, Wen Chuchu finally couldn't wait any longer. Her small frame nimbly scrambled up, straddling Yan Mo's lap, her slender arms encircling his shoulders. Poor thing, her small body sitting on his lap was actually below his shoulder height.
With one arm around the man and the other guiding his hard penis, Wen Chuchu pressed the glans against her itchy vulva, rubbing it back and forth fiercely before sitting down.
"Waaaaah...it hurts...Uncle..." Only half of his penis had entered when Wen Chuchu felt pain. Firstly, her hymen was exposed, and secondly, the man's penis was too large, while her body was still too immature.
"Hahaha, you little slut, you're suffering now." The man laughed, his chest heaving. He punished Wen Chuchu by pinching her slightly heaving nipples with his large hands, then releasing them, rubbing her newly developed breasts. Soon, Wen Chuchu's chest went from pain to numbness, turning red, her nipples pitifully erect and trembling.
Although the attack on her chest caused her some pain, it was nothing compared to the pain below. She was now focused entirely on her lower body, panting heavily, her waist twisting, her vagina rubbing and expanding with the half-hidden glans inside.
Meanwhile, Yan Mo seemed oblivious to the little girl's efforts, vigorously rubbing her breasts with both hands.
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your physique..." he said with a look of disgust.
Wen Chuchu glanced at the man through teary eyes, then bit down on the small nipple on his dark brown chest. With a thrust and a jerk of her waist, half of his massive member went down. The man gasped, whether from the pleasure of entering her or from the sharp bite on her nipple, it was hard to tell.
Wen Chuchu, crouching in mid-air, didn't seem to feel as much pain as she had imagined. She relaxed, loosened her teeth, and quickly licked the red teeth marks around her dark nipple to destroy the evidence. But then her head was suddenly grabbed. The man lifted her head with one hand, his dark and cold eyes staring at her.
Chapter Six: Deflowering (3)
"In all these years, you are the first person to hurt me and still live..."
After saying that, Wen Chuchu was immediately put on the bed, her fair thighs were pulled wide open, almost in a straight line, and the man's dark weapon was inserted into a third of her fair and hairless vagina. Her originally petal-like labia majora and minora were almost stretched into a line due to extreme expansion, and they also lost their color, appearing somewhat pale.
After Yan Mo put Wen Chuchu down, his weapon gently pulled out, and then pushed in another third, ... and so on, with a rhythmic pull and push, his weapon was actually pushed in more than halfway.
Wen Chuchu felt like she was about to die, about to be pounded to death, her vagina was stretched full, and with each in and out, it hit her inner wall, like a stake, with a strong rhythm.
"Ah...ah..." Wen Chuchu trembled and moaned. Her body was always sensitive; even a few licks could bring her to a small orgasm, let alone such vigorous manipulation. Soon, the swelling and tearing pain from her broken hymen disappeared, leaving only the feeling of the iron-like object striking her softest spot, leaving only the time for moaning.
Yan Mo also enjoyed it. Although her vagina was still immature, it was full of lustful fluids, becoming smoother the more he pounded. The inner flesh gradually became active, rising and falling, biting him. It seemed he hadn't misjudged her; she was indeed a beauty, a natural treasure. With proper training, she would become a life-sucking gem, irresistible to any man.
Yan Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, accelerating his movements, thrusting in and out rhythmically, as if carefully savoring the wonders within her vagina. Soon, he thrust more and more, deeper and deeper, until his entire penis was inside.
"Ah..." With a soft scream, Wen Chuchu reached her climax, her body convulsing as she released her vaginal fluids.
The yin essence fell directly onto Yan Mo's glans, carrying a slight coolness that made his penis even more aroused and swell even more.
"Is that all? It's still early! Get up, perk up..." Yan Mo flipped Wen Chuchu over, making her kneel on the bed, and began a new round of conquest, pounding into her softest spot like a pile driver.
"Ah...uh...uh..." Wen Chuchu moaned weakly, twisting her supple waist from time to time, her vagina automatically tightening around the intruder, making each thrust more profound.
"Hehe, you little slut, look how greedy you are, sucking so tightly. Getting your uncle's semen isn't easy, just sucking won't work..." As he spoke, Yan Mo slapped Wen Chuchu's buttocks a dozen times, making her lose strength and her waist go limp, allowing Yan Mo to thrust even more smoothly, making wet, squelching sounds.
Wen Chuchu groaned weakly, her eyes brimming with tears as she watched Yan Mo move with effortless ease, his expression one of enjoyment without haste, leisurely savoring the delicious sensation.
This "taste" lasted for an hour, causing Wen Chuchu to ejaculate three more times, her skin flushed crimson, her body limp, only able to utter low moans.
"Ah...uh...uh..."
"Not bad, the water's getting heavier. Look, your little mouth down there has completely swallowed me, and it keeps wriggling, wanting more, haha." Yan Mo lifted Wen Chuchu's legs high, pressing them against his arms. Fortunately, the girl was delicate and boneless, her waist able to withstand the manipulation. This position made Wen Chuchu's efforts even more difficult, but because her genitals were almost pressed against his cheeks, she clearly saw Yan Mo's enormous dragon thrusting in and out of her already swollen vagina, each thrust hitting her G-spot, making her feel almost like she was dying, her vagina contracting even more intensely.
"Can't take it anymore!? Well, you've already come four times. With your little body, I'm afraid you can't hold on any longer." Yan Mo said with a regretful tone, licking his lips. Suddenly, he increased the force, thrusting in and out quickly, vigorously manipulating her. This caused Wen Chuchu to scream again. Just as she was about to climax again, Yan Mo pressed his large hand against her groin. Wen Chuchu immediately cried out in pain. The discomfort of reaching her peak but being unable to release made her face turn pale.
"Good girl, wait for your uncle to come along."
Yan Mo continued to thrust rapidly, his originally leisurely expression now tinged with lust. Finally, with the last thrust, he ejaculated his first wave of semen that night, scalding Wen Chuchu's flower core. Her vaginal fluids also gushed out, and her body went limp as she fainted.
When she woke up again, it was already dawn. Wen Chuchu felt warm all over, although her vagina was a little sore and uncomfortable, probably swollen, and felt strangely like it was holding something. She tried to tighten her vagina, but no, it wasn't like it was holding something; it was actually holding a large penis.
Strong arms were wrapped around her slender waist, and Wen Chuchu was lying on a warm body. The breathing of the sleeping body was even light and gentle.
She raised her head slightly and met Yan Mo's handsome face, which was as sharp as a knife. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady, as if he was still asleep. Wen Chuchu stared at him blankly, at his thick lips, and heard the sound of his flexible and powerful tongue. She thought of the supreme pleasure when it licked her clitoris, and her heart suddenly burned. Her vagina contracted in response and began to bite the hard penis inside her.
"Mmm..." Unable to resist, Wen Chuchu shifted her waist and bit down hard on the thick lips that aroused her. They were hot and chewy. Just as she was about to insert her tongue into the man's thick lips, she was suddenly flipped over. Her thighs were lifted up, and her cherry-like mouth was occupied. The man's thick and powerful tongue grabbed hers and sucked it into his mouth. The penis in her vagina also began to thrust in and out slowly and teasingly.
"Ah... Ugh, I can't take it anymore, Uncle, please spare me... Ah... Uncle..."
"You little slut, you're already horny as soon as you wake up."
Yan Mo thrust into her hard about a hundred times, and Wen Chuchu's previously numb vagina finally gushed out her vaginal fluid again. The girl pitifully went limp. She had climaxed five times in one night, which made the already weak girl's face pale...
Yan Mo knew that she had reached her limit. Although his penis was still erect, he slowly pulled it out, wiped it clean with a silk handkerchief, and then slowly put on his clothes, leaving Wen Chuchu limp on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes lifeless.
"Chuchu, your uncle is leaving the manor for a while. During this time, I will have someone teach you a set of the 'Mysterious Maiden Scripture.' You must study it carefully. I hope that when I return, your little cunt will truly bring me pleasure." After saying this, without waiting for Wen Chuchu to listen or not, he called out, "Yang."
A man as sharp as a sword appeared in the room. This man looked a little older than Yan Mo. He was tall and thin, but gave people a feeling of steel bones. Just standing there quietly, he exuded a murderous aura.
"Yang, you have been with me for nearly thirty years, haven't you?"
"Thirty-seven years." Yang's voice was low and cold.
"How many years has it been since you reached the eighth level of your Demon Transformation Technique?!"
"Twenty-one years."
"Yes, your Demon Transformation Technique has stagnated for twenty-one years. We haven't been able to find a way to help you break through. Haha, we never expected that our treasure was so close to us." As he spoke, Yan Mo lifted Wen Chuchu's soft thighs, patted her swollen vulva, and continued, "This is a natural Nine Yin Meridian, a cold constitution, which is a treasure for us men to practice. What's even more valuable is that she also has a famous acupoint. With a little training, she will be absolutely durable. Haha, I'll leave her to you while I'm away from the manor. I hope your skill will have greatly increased when I return."
Yang's dead fish-like eyes stiffly turned to Wen Chuchu, who was lying on the bed with her door wide open and was already somewhat drowsy, and he uttered a "good."
Chapter Seven Mysterious Maiden Scripture (1)
What could be more shocking than you sleeping until you lazily open your eyes and find an uncle sitting cross-legged on your embroidered bed? What could be more terrifying than finding yourself naked, breasts exposed, with only a silk blanket between your legs, sleeping in front of a strange middle-aged man?!
For a moment, she even thought her uncle had undergone plastic surgery…
Of course, that was impossible.
The early autumn night truly needed a man to hold her. Wen Chuchu moved her slightly stiff limbs and quietly unfolded the crumpled silk blanket to cover herself.
Just as she wrapped herself in the blanket, the middle-aged man on the bed, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, opened them. His eyes were lifeless and dull; being looked at by them made you feel as if you were dead. Wen Chuchu shivered, pulling the blanket down to her chin, covering half her face.
“Who are you!?”
“Yang.”
“Where’s Uncle?” “
…”
“What are you doing here?”
“…”
“Get out, I need to get dressed!”
“…”
Of Wen Chuchu’s many questions, Yang only answered one, then closed his eyes as if he hadn’t heard her. Chuchu became angry, pouting and glaring.
"Looks like you're awake. Let's begin then," Yang said, opening her eyes.
Wen Chuchu was still wondering what to begin when the silk quilt was pulled off her body and thrown off the bed, leaving her naked in front of Yang.
"Ah!" she gasped, covering her chest and pulling her legs back.
Yang easily lifted Wen Chuchu in front of her, spreading her legs and pressing them against her shoulders. Her newly deflowered, swollen, and vibrant little hole was exposed to the bright daylight.
"Ah, who are you? How dare you! Let me go..." This time, she was truly terrified. Yang's movements were swift, his fingers as hot and powerful as red-hot iron hoops, impossible to budge an inch. She hadn't expected this seemingly cold-looking man to be so fiery.
Yang was usually not good with words. Since being chosen as a bodyguard by Yan Mo at the age of two, his life for thirty-seven years had revolved solely around martial arts training. However, the nature of his Demonic Transformation Technique was too intense, disrupting the yin-yang balance of his body, preventing him from breaking through to the highest level, the ninth level. Now, having finally encountered a Yin-cold physique with the Nine Yin Meridians, he certainly couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
Yang's heart was only for martial arts and his master, Yan Mo. As for others, even the stern and severe Yan Lie, he never paid them any attention, let alone this unfavored and powerless Wen Chuchu.
Wen Chuchu's struggles under his grasp were like a kitten's, utterly futile. He could easily hold her down with one hand.
His other hand ruthlessly shoved into the swollen little hole, immediately gripping it tightly upon entry. Yang's body temperature was high, and his fingers were also hot. To his surprise, this seemingly fiery little hole wasn't as hot as he'd imagined; the deeper he went, the cooler it became. Truly exquisite, soft and tight, it drove a man wild with pleasure, yet the coolness kept him somewhat rational, prolonging the pleasure. Even the most useless man could manipulate this little hole a hundred times.
Yang's hot index finger was fully inserted and withdrawn, quickly bringing out glistening nectar. He then unceremoniously inserted his index and middle fingers together, continuing to expand.
Wen Chuchu softened her body the moment he inserted his fingers. She immediately felt the man's burning body temperature. Having such a hot man in the early morning after she'd been freezing from kicking off the covers was the ultimate enjoyment. As for who he was, why he was in her bed, where her uncle, her lover from last night, had gone… all those questions were thrown to the back of her mind.
Yang noticed her arousal, and his iron-like fingers loosened, pressing down on her thighs to open her vagina wider, focusing on exploring it.
Wen Chuchu's small hands also unceremoniously touched Yang's thighs and chest. Wow, it was indeed very hot.
"Uncle, you're so hot, let Chuchu cool you down. Chuchu is so cold. Ah, Uncle, you're making me feel so good. Your fingers are so hot and long, they're even touching my heart... Ah... Hmm... Uncle..." Wen Chuchu's small hands burrowed under Yang's clothes while she panted seductively.
One of the two knelt on the bed, his expression cold and hard, his black bodysuit outlining his slender and upright figure, looking very serious. The other, however, spread her thighs lasciviously, revealing her wet vagina, her small hands kneading her breasts while trying to slip inside the black-clad man's clothes.
Wen Chuchu groped and pulled haphazardly for a while, and the number of fingers inside her vagina had increased to three. She had also found the treasure she was looking for, a large rod that was even hotter than her fingers.
"Ah, Uncle, you're so big and hot, hurry up and put it in, I don't want your fingers anymore, I want your big cock..." Wen Chuchu cried out impatiently, stroking the big cock that made her so eager.
Yang seemed to have had enough of that, and pulled out his fingers to start lifting his hem and taking off his pants. Wen Chuchu quickly sat up to help.
"Take it all off, all of it." Wen Chuchu wasn't satisfied with Yang only taking off his lower body, and her small hands tugged at his shirt. Finally, with Yang's help, she stripped him naked, hugged him tightly, and closed her eyes in enjoyment. It was so warm.
Yang wasn't there for tenderness. For him, fucking women was just a way to practice. So he spread Wen Chuchu's buttocks apart with his big hands, pressed down on his cock, and with a "plop," it entered her.
"Ah...it hurts so much, waaaaah...Uncle, you're so mean, you're killing me, um..." Her already swollen little hole was suddenly filled with a penis no smaller than Yan Mo's, the tearing sensation bringing tears to her eyes. She could only moan softly under Yang's vigorous thrusts.
Yang knew nothing of tenderness; the slight expansion was only due to his experience of repeatedly killing women in the past. This woman was a rare find, and far too young.
His penis, once inside her, began to pound mercilessly, without any skill, thrusting in and out completely, each time pulling out fully before thrusting in even faster and harder, leaving Wen Chuchu's limbs limp and her body burning with heat. After a hundred or so thrusts, she was even sweating profusely.
"Ah...ah...ah...Uncle...brother...let me out, waaaaah, Chu Chu is in so much pain...waaaaah...I'm going to die..."
Wen Chu Chu felt like she was teetering between heaven and hell. Every time she felt like she was about to enter heaven, she could never quite make it in. The feeling was as painful as being in hell. She was constantly on the verge of orgasm, but always just a little short. This teetering between heaven and hell was tormenting her...
So, when the penis was pulled out, she tightened her vaginal muscles. When it was inserted, she relaxed herself to allow the penis to enter more smoothly and deeply. She wanted more, she wanted to reach heaven.
But this one step away from heaven was something she couldn't take, and she sobbed in pain.
Yang has always possessed astonishing self-control, which is why he mastered the Demon Transformation Technique, unmatched in the martial arts world. Because his internal energy and essence were excessively hot, he had slept with countless women, but this one was truly exceptional. Her vagina was smooth and soft, radiating a cool aura, allowing a man to manipulate her relentlessly without worrying about excessive ejaculation. For a man, this vagina was indeed a rare find, capable of infinitely prolonging orgasm.
However, for this woman, it was a disaster. A man could manipulate her until her vaginal fluids flowed freely, and she would likely die from excessive vaginal discharge within a few years.
That's why Yan Mo had him teach this woman the Mysterious Maiden Scripture, to prevent the loss of her vaginal fluids and make her more resilient.
Although Yang didn't know the Mysterious Maiden Scripture, he had read the techniques. With his deep understanding of various martial arts schools, he naturally knew how to practice it. However, the problem was that this woman had the Nine Yin Meridians, making it impossible for her to generate internal energy. Even the best techniques would be useless to her.
Since the purpose of the Mysterious Woman Scripture is to reduce or even eliminate the leakage of yin essence during intercourse, the only solution is to manipulate the woman more, allowing her body to become accustomed to the pleasure of lovemaking. With more manipulation, she will naturally develop resistance, and the leakage will not be as rapid.
With this idea in mind, Yang controlled the acupoints that caused Wen Chuchu to ejaculate, and began the great undertaking of teaching and practicing at the same time.
This made Wen Chuchu cry her heart out. In the days that followed, she could only submit to the sea of desire, and her small body was rapidly matured.
Chapter Eight Mysterious Woman
Scripture (2) Wen Chuchu really felt a little out of touch with reality. She was already scared, really. Now, if she could just sleep until she naturally woke up, she would be willing to freeze to death.
"Hmph, no more... Waaah..." One moment she was praying in her dream, the next she was awakened by physical pleasure. The pleasure surged within her, yet she couldn't find an outlet, rising and falling, leaving her oscillating between despair and hope. Just when she thought she was nearing her limit, unable to endure it any longer, she would sob and pull through. And just when she felt there was no end, the climax would come so suddenly and so naturally. Each moment of pleasure and happiness would make her dizzy, drifting into a deep sleep, only to be followed by another wave of torment from the passion when she awoke.
When Wen Chuchu slept and slept, until she was wide awake and couldn't sleep anymore, she woke up thinking she was dreaming...
still in her own embroidered bed, her own boudoir. She slumped softly to her feet, still with her fair skin. Wen Chuchu was somewhat dazed, feeling as if she had just had a dream. She began to carefully examine her body. What she
saw startled her. Her small body was still the same, yet completely different. If she had to describe it, it was like a transformation from a tender flower bud to a pinkish-peach blossom about to bloom.
Her nipples were a vibrant red, perky and erect. Between her legs, the once tightly closed vulva, between her white mons pubis, now showed a slight protrusion of the labia majora and minora, a bright red like blooming petals.
She jumped out of bed and rushed to the golden-orange bronze mirror.
Hmm, she was still the same size as a bean sprout, but her breasts seemed larger, and her nipples a striking bright red, as if recently sucked. Looking closely in the mirror, her small face had watery eyes and bright red lips, more radiant than before, her cheeks rosy.
"Hmm, looks like it wasn't a dream..." Wen Chuchu pinched her cheeks, quickly put on her Confucian skirt, and hurried around the small building, checking the surroundings. There was only the head maid, Xiao Tao, and three unnamed maids; no one else was there. It seemed that the uncle named Yang had left.
Wen Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether she was relieved or disappointed, and lazily returned to her room.
For the next ten days, Wen Chuchu lived a very comfortable life. She ate and drank her fill, feeling lazy and relaxed. She would occasionally read a book, take a nap, and practice yoga in her small house, enjoying her life to the fullest.
Just as she was feeling content, at sunset, she was soaking in the hot water for a while when Iron Arm suddenly appeared, lifting her into the air and scooping her into his arms.
"Ah!... Yang!?"
Yang, who had appeared out of nowhere, held the flushed Wen Chuchu in his arms.
"You...where did you come from!?" Wen Chuchu glared at him, but he threw her onto the embroidered bed and pinned her down.
"Practicing martial arts," Yang said coldly, his large hands rudely lifting Wen Chuchu's legs, revealing her flower-like vulva.
"What kind of martial arts are you practicing!? Let me go, I don't want to..." Twisting and turning, Wen Chuchu was still traumatized by the previous sexual encounter; this man was simply inhuman.
"Why not!?" Yang paused, asking curiously, but his hands didn't stop. His fingers rudely inserted all the way in, eliciting gasps and moans from Wen Chuchu. "You like it! You always moan so loudly."
"You...you...you silly guy...uh...ah...right there, a little harder...ah, a little gentler, um...it feels good..."
Yang frowned slightly. This woman was not only moaning loudly today, but also talking too much. He glanced at Wen Chuchu, whose red lips were slightly parted and who looked dazed, and couldn't bear to silence her. So he decided to keep going until she couldn't speak anymore.
Thinking of this, he unbuckled his belt, took out his swollen penis, rubbed the glans against Wen Chuchu's red labia a couple of times to get some of her vaginal fluid, and then rudely inserted it.
"Ugh...it hurts! You wretched man, you can only do it once today, or I won't let you in next time!" Wen Chuchu burst into tears from the pain. The dilation time was too short, and this scoundrel didn't know how to flirt. His sudden thrusting was too much for her small body to handle, causing her to clench tightly, refusing to let him move.
As if overnight, the usually solemn and dignified No. 1 Manor under Heaven became lively. Fireworks lit up the entire night, and even from a distance, the inner manor could feel the bustling atmosphere of the outer manor.
The recent continuous lovemaking had made Wen Chuchu increasingly lazy, falling into a state where she was more energetic at night and would sleep past noon during the day. This day, after getting up, she specifically asked Xiao Tao Manor why it was so lively, only to learn that the engagement of the eldest son of No. 1 Manor under Heaven was coming up in a few days, and guests had been arriving one after another to offer their congratulations, which was why it was so lively day and night.
Oh, an engagement!
Wen Chuchu sneered inwardly, instructing Xiao Tao to help her with her makeup and dressing. She stared intently at the delicate, fair-skinned girl in the mirror, silently telling herself, "Chuchu, I will definitely avenge you. So what if she's a princess? Hmph, although I don't care about your cousin, since you like him, I'll help you get him."
"Yang, Yang, fine, you dare ignore me!? I'll count to three, and if you don't come out, I won't cooperate with your training anymore! One, two, three!" Wen Chuchu dismissed Xiao Tao and shouted at the air. The moment the word "three" fell, Yang, dressed in black, appeared before her.
"I want to see my uncle! Take me there!" Wen Chuchu pouted, glaring at Yang with an expression that said, "Try not refusing.
" Yang seemed prepared, immediately taking a jade token from his robes and handing it to her, saying simply, "With this token, the steward will inform him." Then, he vanished in a flash.
Wen Chuchu took the jade token and immediately set off with Xiao Tao to find the steward.
Unfortunately, Yan Mo wasn't in the inner courtyard at this time. Unsure of his attitude, Wen Chuchu didn't want to rashly search for him in the outer courtyard, so she used her jade token to enter Yan Mo's northern courtyard and wait.
Yan Mo's secluded northern courtyard had no pavilions or towers; besides the house, it was just a large open space with large slabs of dark marble paving the ground, which felt cool even in the sunlight.
Wen Chuchu jogged into the hall, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then boldly began to admire it.
Tsk tsk, very tasteless decoration; just two words: cold and hard.
Wen Chuchu pushed open all the doors she could, glanced around, and finding it uninteresting, finally went into the study. The study had a large collection of books, meticulously categorized. She even found the area with illustrations for erotic novels, and with surprise and interest, picked up a few with illustrations and left the study, finding a tea room with a soft couch to examine them more closely.
Wen Chuchu was utterly impressed by the painting skills of these 'ancient people.' Every painting was so lifelike; the man's thick phallus and the woman's thick labia were clearly and vividly depicted, making one's desire boil! If she hadn't been thoroughly satisfied these past few months, she definitely wouldn't have been able to resist.
"Wow, this man is so big, as thick as my calf... Hey, this one is so high up, it must reach the G-spot so amazing... My god, even the ancients knew about doing it from both ends, wow, so intense, I really want to try it." "Want to try what!?"
Just as Wen Chuchu was engrossed in looking at the paintings, she was suddenly picked up and the book in her hands was snatched away.
"Ah, Uncle." Wen Chuchu exclaimed, her face turning bright red, looking completely bewildered.
"Haha, is your little slut's hole itchy? Looks like Yang hasn't been satisfying you these past few days, Yang!" Yan Mo looked at the painting book, laughing heartily, and then brought out Yang.
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