Han Er's Pretentious Diary

Han Er was furious lately.

Last night, when he got home, he found a letter at the door. He tore it off and saw
four large characters written in it by someone called "The Catcher in the Rye." This startled Han Er so much that he stumbled back several steps, collapsing against the doorframe before regaining
his balance.

After calming himself down a bit, Han Er went straight to the inner hall to find his father. He
didn't even bother to greet his maid, Jin Ling, who was watering the plants in the garden.

His panicked state naturally frightened Jin Ling, turning her face pale. Jin Ling grabbed Han Er
's hand, "Young Master, what's wrong? You're so pale. Are you sick? Should I go get
a doctor for you?"

Han Er was in a state of panic and confusion. He pushed the maid away forcefully, perhaps using too much force, and Jin Ling fell to the ground
.

Jin Ling watched Han Er's figure slowly disappear before her eyes. She was somewhat dazed, feeling that the young master
hadn't treated her like this before. In her memory, the Second Young Master Han was so elegant, handsome, and witty
.

Rewinding to a year ago, Jinling was selling peaches in her town. Many people passed by, but they
weren't interested in the peaches; they kept staring at her, looking at her chest, pointing and whispering, whispering and
giggling; they also tried to strike up a conversation with her. This left Jinling quite helpless.

Several hours had passed since she set up her stall; it was midday, the sun blazing. Jinling
kept wiping the sweat from her face with a handkerchief. The men nearby kept egging her on. Soon, the man appeared. He
wasn't very tall, but his handsome features made him seem like a decent person.

That's how they met. Every time Second Young Master Han came, he sold out all of Jinling's peaches. This made Jinling
extremely grateful. A poor girl, she had never seen much of the world and was quickly captivated by Han Er. She
agreed to become his personal maid. Jinling's parents, naturally greedy, would have been more than

willing to tie their daughter up and send her to Han Er's bed immediately. 　　The moment Jinling arrived at the Han residence, she was captivated by its opulence. She felt she should live there; she was born for this place and deserved a life of luxury. But despite her desires, Jinling knew her place. 　　On the night of Qixi Festival, Han Er somehow acquired a bellyband, a garment embroidered with a peacock's tail, which Jinling greatly admired. 　　Seeing this opportunity, Han Er used his silver tongue to persuade Jinling that she would look beautiful in the new bellyband. 　　Jin Ling took the undergarment, and Han Er's fingers tickled her heart, making her heart flutter wildly. She felt that Han Er was interested in her, but she wasn't sure. 　　She bit her lip, made up her mind, and put on the undergarment Han Er had given her. Looking at her new undergarment , it fit perfectly, as if it had been specially made for her by heaven. Jin Ling looked at herself in the mirror and was secretly delighted, laughing out loud. 　　Han Er, outside the curtain, naturally wanted to know what made Jin Ling laugh so much, so he said, "Jin Ling, are you dressed? Let me see if it fits you. If it doesn't, I'll have someone alter it." 　　"It...it fits," Jin Ling stammered. 　　"Really? Come out and let me see. I was worried it wouldn't fit." Han Er's lust was rising, but he didn't want to reveal his true feelings too much. 　　"That's not right. I'm a girl, how can I let men look at me like that ? How will I ever get married?" 　　"Jinling, do you know, the first time I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to marry?" ( I can't stand it, haha!) 　　"Really?" Jinling asked, half-believing. 　　"Of course, if you don't believe me, I'll take my heart out and show it to you." As he spoke, Han Er deliberately pulled out a knife. The flashing blade naturally caught Jinling's attention. She felt a surge of fear, worried that this foolish young master Han Er would really give his heart for her. 　　In that instant, a touch of emotion stirred within her, and Jinling rushed forward, not caring that she was only wearing a bodice, her pale neck and collarbone exposed. 　　Han Er's eyes seemed fixed on her, staring intently at Jinling's chest. The narrow bodice couldn't contain Jinling's full, firm breasts, especially the moment she rushed out; Han Er's dog-like eyes didn't blink , watching Jinling's breasts sway up and down. 　　After a moment of panic, Jin Ling calmed down and noticed something strange about the young master before her. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed saliva at least ten times. Most absurdly, his eyes seemed to have lost their usual luster, becoming no longer pure . Jin Ling quickly understood. Covering her chest with her hands, she asked Han Er shyly, " Young Master, were you staring at my chest just now?" 　　Han Er began to lose his composure. Being caught red-handed and questioned like this, he felt ashamed. Fortunately, Han Er was a veteran in the world of women, and after a brief change in expression, he finally nodded in admission. 　　"Yes." 　　"Why are all men like this!" Jin Ling remembered when she used to sell peaches at a street stall; the man before her was just like them, throwing tantrums. 　　"Jin Ling, listen to me," Han Er knew Jin Ling was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, "I want to explain something to you ." 　　"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" Jin Ling covered her ears. 　　Han Er gently pried Jin Ling's hands away from her ears, coaxing her, "Jin Ling, do you know how cruel you were to me just now?" Jin Ling was confused, so Han Er explained, "If you wouldn't allow me to look at your beautiful breasts, you shouldn't have worn them to seduce me in the first place." 　　Jin Ling was stunned, covering her mouth with her hands, "Oh my god, is this my fault?" 　　"Of course," Han Er explained again, "As a man, is there anything wrong with liking to look at women's breasts? A woman 's breasts are a symbol of nurturing life. This isn't just my personal hobby, nor is it for myself, but for the sake of my descendants. Think about it, when we were babies, those first ten-odd months after we came into this world were spent wholeheartedly suckling at women's breasts as we grew. Don't you think that deep down in my heart..."

"Somewhere, when I look at breasts, my first thought isn't pornography, but a safe haven."

"Really?" Jin Ling wavered at Han Er's ramblings. Although she still didn't quite believe him, seeing
his earnest explanation, she was uncertain.

Han Er knew Jin Ling was wavering and desperately needed to reassure her.

He continued, "Of course, when have I ever lied to you? I told you the pay for you to be my personal maid would
be more than you could earn selling fruit, and I'd even give your parents a monthly allowance. I've done all that." He
patted Jin Ling's shoulder, a small gesture that made her tremble and involuntarily back away.

Han Er massaged her shoulders, saying, "The reason I looked at your breasts is because it reminded me of my mother. When
I was very young, I grew up suckling breast milk. To me, they are a symbol of love and care,
representing that carefree time in my life. And the reason I can recall that past time is because I looked at
your beautiful breasts. So it's all your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes, so you have to take responsibility for me."

"That sounds reasonable, but I really don't know what to do."

The fish was already hooked, and Han Er's appetite was whetted. The delicious food in front of him was about to be in his mouth. He increased the pressure of his hands on Jin Ling's face
, making Jin Ling feel very comfortable.

"Jinling, I've been helping you relieve your stress, and you haven't even thanked me yet?"

"Thank you, young master!"

"Sigh, you'll only understand if I say it myself."

"So what do you want?"

"It's simple!"

Han Er leaned close to Jinling's ear and whispered a few words. Jinling's face flushed red again. She
looked at Han Er, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"It's alright, just do as I ask."

A few days later, Han Er missed Jinling terribly—well, he missed her pussy, and her large, full breasts.
On the night of Qixi Festival, she wore a red bodice that couldn't contain her white breasts; under the pressure of her undergarment,
her two papaya-like breasts were exposed.

Han Er knew that her depths were like a bottomless abyss, with countless mysteries opening up to him, and Han Er was itching to
unravel them.

That night, Han Er called Jinling to help him change his clothes. Jin Ling stepped forward to undress Han Er. Han Er, impatient,
immediately pressed Jin Ling against the door, constantly caressing her soft breasts.

He kissed her lips while kneading her breasts with both hands. Her breasts
changed shape constantly in Han Er's hands.

Jin Ling initially resisted, but later seemed to enjoy it. Han Er extended his tongue into her mouth
, two bright red, soft tongues swirling and licking inside, sometimes intertwining, sometimes fighting.

Soon, Han Er's hands were no longer satisfied with her breasts; one hand reached down to her genitals, the other
around her back, kneading her buttocks wildly. Jin Ling's moans grew louder.

After several days of training, Jin Ling slowly learned oral sex. Han Er watched her kneel before him,
her face filled with excitement from the moment he pulled down Han Er's pants.

Han Er watched as she slowly pulled down her pants, first bringing her face close to inhale the scent of his penis.
She took a deep breath, a look of pure pleasure on her face, giving Han Er a fleeting illusion: was his genitals
really that delicious?

He thought this, but quickly dismissed it with his own wild idea. Looking at Jin Ling again, Han Er's limp, dark member was already in her hand, being played with. It sat there
quietly, like a lifeless child . 　　Jin Ling smiled, cupping the ugly thing in her hand, stroking it, while her other hand cupped his scrotum, perhaps wanting to know how heavy it was. 　　Han Er, somewhat impatient, pressed her head down, but Jin Ling showed no sign of life. Instead, she opened her lips, and those fiery red lips slowly swallowed his penis. Han Er watched clearly as his penis moved within Jin Ling's delicate mouth, leaving some lip prints on his engorged member, which were quickly wiped clean by Jin Ling's saliva. 　　Han Er began to grab her hair, his breathing heavy, his groin slowly igniting with a hopeful anticipation of life. 　　Jin Ling performed oral sex meticulously, not missing a single spot, not even her particularly hairy scrotum. Perhaps she deeply loved this symbol of masculinity, feeling that possessing it meant possessing everything. Male phallus worship isn't just male-dominated; overly powerful women also crave to possess men, their primary goal being to firmly grasp the man's manhood. 　　Now, 　　Han Er had pushed her down without even an apology and hurriedly ran away. Jin Ling was somewhat annoyed. 　　At that time, Han Er had no idea that his unintentional mistake would provoke such inappropriate thoughts from Jin Ling. He was determined to report it to his father, Han Da. 　　The father and son carefully examined the letter for a long time before finally laying it open on the table. It clearly stated: Han Er had cheated. 　　This matter caused the father and son a great deal of trouble. After some thought, Han Da suggested, "My son, we must meet force with force. I don't believe a mere Catcher in the Rye can bring down our Han family, which has been established for eleven years ." 　　Having received his father's instruction, Han Er immediately accepted the challenge, quickly gathering his followers at the gate of the Han family mansion. After discussing their slogans and strategies, they headed to the battlefield together. 　　The Catcher in the Rye was already waiting for Han Er's arrival. He had made all the necessary preparations for this match, believing himself to be absolutely certain of success. 　　Han Er shouted, "You're the Catcher in the Rye? I've never even heard of you before. If I weren't a bit bored lately, I wouldn't want to bother with a patient like you with paranoia." 　　"Enough nonsense, come at me, Han Er." 　　"Oh, you think I'm afraid of you?" Han Er lifted his foot, and without any apparent movement, he was in front of the Catcher in the Rye . 　　Seeing Han Er's terrifying lightness skill, the Catcher in the Rye seemed somewhat intimidated and took a step back.

Han Er saw through his weakness and chuckled, "What, scared? It's too late to surrender now. But if you're
willing to kneel down and admit your mistake, apologize to me, and say you spread rumors and slandered others, I won't hold it against you."

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Take this!" Wheatfield swung both hands at Han Er, a surge of energy aimed directly at his vital points
. The force of the punches made Han Er feel quite pressured and slightly surprised.

Meanwhile, Han Er's disciples and followers below the arena immediately engaged in a war of words. Some older followers even
frantically tapped away on their abacuses, their fingers flying across different keys, quickly squandering
the bets placed on Wheatfield and pocketing the spoils.

Wheatfield, having been struck in the heart by Han Er and then ambushed in the groin, had used his "Turning Clouds and
Rain" technique skillfully, his "Monkey Stealing Peaches" move executed with masterful ease and natural grace.

自己的蛋蛋被韩二捏住，麦田火冒三丈，情急之下往韩二喉结袭去。只差一
寸，韩二险些被他掐喉。

早有此着，韩二于是头一偏，捏着麦田的阳具的他故意用中指弹了一下麦田
的阴茎，然后快速往后躲避。他笑嘻嘻看着手上多了一撮毛，笑道，「好阴毛，
又密又长还有点腥味，可惜我是个男人，不好这口，叫几个老鸨来闻闻。」

「可恶！」麦田怒不可遏，身心大乱，气晕了的他拼命上前去揍韩二，章法
有些杂乱，丝毫不能靠近韩二身体半点。

这时韩二又使出一招比之前更爲淫蕩的招式——神仙采葡萄。他捉着麦田的
两个乳头来回拉扯。

Despite the excruciating pain, Wheatfield cursed Han Er for being shameless, resorting to such a vulgar trick, especially against a man
.

Han Er retorted, "What business is it of yours what tricks I use? Winning against you makes me a hero. Besides, I
only used this trick on you because I don't know your character. I usually only use this trick on women; this is a one-time thing, I'm giving you face
."

Hearing this, Wheatfield nearly vomited blood. He charged forward and fought Han Er for several more rounds.

Ultimately, Wheatfield, the Watcher, was no match for Han Er. Unable to endure the verbal abuse and
the various insults directed at his mother by Han Er's followers, and lacking sufficient evidence (strength), he was defeated and had to
beg for mercy, apologizing and promising never to do it again. He then withdrew from the battlefield.

Han Er was in high spirits. Before leaving the ring, he couldn't resist taunting Wheatfield Watcher with money, saying, "You dare
come back again? I'll bury you in twenty million until your sexual dysfunction is ruined!"

Wheatfield Watcher's apology and pleading naturally made Han Er and his disciples cheer. They
were unwilling to let that despicable guy go so easily. If their disciples hadn't worked day and night to find weaknesses in Wheatfield Watcher's martial arts
, this kid would have ruined their future and disgraced them. Han Er, in his superior position, wouldn't
let him off so easily and resorted to the aforementioned underhanded tactic. Meanwhile, the two had already attracted a crowd of onlookers

during their exchange in the ring (a debate of questioning and counter-questioning) . 　　Some were itching to join the fray; some watched from the sidelines; and others, always eager for excitement, fanned the flames and egged them on. 　　That day, Fang Zhouzi, bored out of his mind, went to watch. When Mai Tian was defeated, he helped him up out of pity, and could n't help but mutter, "That's too much!" 　　Before Han Erjiaozhu could even savor his victory, he was suddenly doused with cold water from head to toe, waking him up . 　　Damn it, this wasn't the effect he wanted. 　　Without thinking, Han Erjiaozhu assumed it was Mai Tian's accomplice and couldn't help but yell, "You bald bastard, what's it to you ? Get lost!" 　　Fang Zhouzi, upon hearing this, flew into a rage. "I'm just standing by and standing up for justice, so what? Since when is it a crime to just pass by?" 　　"Get lost, this is none of your business, bald bastard. If you've got the guts, join the fray, and I'll beat you half to death. Believe me, I'll still throw twenty million at you until you're dizzy and can't even recognize your parents." 　　"Rich people bully poor people, huh?" Fang Zhouzi chuckled, arms crossed. 　　"So what if I am?" Leader Han said matter-of-factly, unwilling to let others see through his thoughts. "Baldy, do you really have to get involved in this?" 　　"They've already been defeated, and you're still spewing insults at them. Do you think 　　you're right?" "None of your business!" 　　"You have a really bad memory. I said I was just standing by and watching." 　　"If you're so great, why don't you do something great? Stop pretending with me! Get lost!" 　　"If the ground is uneven, I'll shovel it a couple of times. If a tree is blocking my way, I'll chop it a couple of times." " 　　So you're determined to meddle to the end, huh?" Han Er suddenly found Fang Zhouzi disgusting. 　　"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: youthful vigor is good, but you should also know when to be forgiving." 　　"Baldy, what right do you have to lecture me? You're spouting a bunch of nonsense. If you've got the guts, come at me! Even if I don't lift a finger, I have many followers; their spittle alone could drown you." 　　"Come on then! I'm not afraid of you. Bring it on!" Fang Zhouzi leaped up and landed steadily on the stage. 　　"You're asking for it! I'll beat you to death!" Han Er and Fang Zhouzi started fighting. 　　After three or four rounds, Han Er was hit a few times and gradually became exhausted. He went to find his partner, Lu Bobo. Lu Bobo was good at business, but when it came to fighting, he lacked experience and was defeated after a few rounds . 　　Left with no other choice, before leaving, Master Han uttered a harsh threat, "You bald bastard, you just wait!" He hurriedly ran home, crying and begging for help, "Father, come quickly and save me! I've been bullied outside!" 　　Han Tianran knew all along; he had been silently analyzing the situation. Seeing Han Er's face bruised and swollen, he felt a pang of heartache and helplessness. The whole world knew he'd been bullied, so he comforted Han Er, "Son, I've always been behind you." 　　"Father, this time the firepower is too great! I've met a master! This time you have to come to the front and fight alongside me! That bald guy is too strong!" 　　The father and son joined forces, but after several more rounds, they were defeated again.

Han Er was badly beaten this time, losing all his former prodigy status. In this "arena battle
," he displayed a completely different attitude than when he rose to fame after defeating Bai Hua. He lacked his usual agility
and sharpness; his opponent was too strong. Panic, confusion, and rage were his true feelings
.

Han Er had no choice but to seek help from various people, hoping more vested interests would come to his aid. Since the previous father-son team couldn't
hold out for more than a few rounds on the front lines, and the followers could only cheer from the sidelines, he called on his good
partner Lu Bobo again. However, this still failed to achieve the desired effect, so he had to resort to his wife.

Han Er's wife fled in defeat after less than a round on the stage. This time, he used his trump card,
swearing on his own daughter. It was ruthless and heartless. Forcing such a young child to fight on the battlefield by her father—just
thinking about it makes one realize that Han Er was indeed no ordinary person.

The war continued, and after a series of farcical events, Han Er and his men finally realized the enemy's strength
and had no choice but to abide by the ancient adage, "If we can't afford to mess with you, we'll at least avoid you." No matter how loudly Fang Zhouzi shouted at the door
, Han Er remained stubbornly refusal to come out and fight, leaving everything to the magistrate.

"Come out, and we'll fight again!" For several days, Fang Zhouzi protested at Han Er's door, but Han Er simply would
n't come out. Later, Fang Zhouzi remembered Han Er's promise and came to his door again to negotiate, "Han Er, let's not
fight anymore, just give me twenty million and we're done."

"You wish," Han Er scoffed, "I was just joking. If you want money, ask
Fan Bingbing. She's got plenty, it's like money fell from the sky. If you're so capable, ask her, you bald bastard."

"You son of a bitch, you don't keep your word, are you even a man?"

"Haha, you just wait, I'll sue you."

"Sue me then, but we still have to fight. They're two different things. We can't be ambiguous. Come out here, and we'll fight again."

Han Er actually started acting like a rogue, "If I can't say it, I won't. I've already filed a lawsuit. Just wait to
receive the summons, haha."

After waiting for a few days, Fang Zhouzi couldn't help but come to Han Er's door again, shouting, "Han Er, you idiot
, just like A Mei, you don't keep your word! Where's my summons?"

"What are you yelling about, you bald bastard? Last time doesn't count. I'll find another place and sue you to death! You're driving me crazy!
"

Another long wait ensued. Fang Zhouzi was getting
increasingly frustrated with Han Er. No summons, and instead, his idle, boredom had been unleashed. He started picking a fight over Han Er's height, making things even more absurd.

Han Er, holed up at home like a coward, was naturally delighted. Eventually, Fang Zhouzi grew increasingly bored,
left a comment at his door, and ran away.

"Han Er, I don't have time to play with you anymore. I'm leaving. I knew you were a coward
, so I wouldn't have fought you. You're just a bully who only knows how to pick on the weak."

Watching Fang Zhouzi leave the house, Han Er finally breathed a sigh of relief through the crack in the door, tears streaming down his face. "
I finally chased that bald Fang away."

The followers guarding his house immediately gathered together and shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Leader Han! Congratulations
, Leader Han! Long live Leader Han! Leader Han is mighty! Leader Han is a genius! Fang Zhouzi, come back and kneel down to our leader
!"

Han Er was enjoying the flattery of the crowd, a satisfied smile on his face. These past few months
had been truly unbearable.

Suddenly hearing his disciples' last words, Master Han flew into a rage. "Shut the hell up!
What if we call him back?" Looking at their ashamed faces, Master Han
offered a consolation, "I don't blame you. After all, I've seen your sincerity towards me along the way
. If you insist on shouting, fine. But please wait until I'm far away."

These words naturally terrified the disciples who had come to congratulate him. They stared at each other, dumbfounded, as if they didn't know what they had done
wrong.

"Long live Master Han!" The disciples' voices were barely audible, their genuine emotions bringing
tears to Master Han's eyes. "Master Han is mighty!"

(The End)

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