Lustful Plots (Complete, Already Arranged)

"Alas." Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft sigh. Her fair, rosy face was etched with deep sorrow. It
was nearly midnight, yet she couldn't sleep in her empty chamber. These past few days, whenever she saw the empty mandarin duck pillow in her embroidered bedchamber, she couldn't help but clutch her
chest and ask herself if anyone could truly embody the virtue of a wife free from jealousy and envy.

She had only been in her husband's household for a year, yet his passion had already waned considerably. When he loosened the sash on her shoulders,
removed the light gauze, and stripped away the red silk, and no longer showed the same fire in his eyes as before, she
knew that the new bride had not yet smiled, and the old one should weep.

She took on the entire task of selecting concubines for her husband. That delicate and beautiful young woman, with a
pitiful appearance, timidly addressed him as "sister." No need for elaborate betrothal rites, no need for elaborate weddings; just
a timid "sister," a few simple clothes, and with a forced smile, she moved into the Tingtao Villa, stealing
all of her husband's passion.

"Miss, it's getting late," a maid who had come with her dowry said considerately, draping a robe over her as she stood before the bed,
but daring not to tell her to go back to her room to rest. She touched the maid's face, smiling bitterly, and said, "Xiao Lan, perhaps
you were right that day."

Xiao Lan's face quickly flushed red, and she replied in a barely audible whisper, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. I... I was just
guessing. After that, the young master never touched me again."

She carefully examined this maid, four years her junior, who had come as part of her dowry. Beneath the simple silk dress was a shapely
figure, not particularly slender but rather full and attractive. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her delicate features resembled the girl next door often seen on the streets.
Do men like women like this? She couldn't help but think of that night.

That night, her husband was extremely drunk, vomiting and making a scene from dusk till night. From his mumbled words,
she could vaguely hear his friends teasing him about something again. She wiped the filth from his body with an embroidered handkerchief, carefully helped
him to bed, and covered him with the blanket. However, she found her husband's body spread out, taking up the entire bed. She could only sit
on the edge of the bed, leaning against him as she drifted off to sleep.

Before she could even drift off, she was startled awake by a hot hand on her chest
. She opened her bright eyes, and saw that the thin hand slipping inside her undergarment belonged to her husband. She wasn't fully awake yet, just staring blankly as
her husband's hand quickly untied her outer garment and undergarment. Then, another hand slipped inside her undergarment, tracing her smooth,
alabaster abdomen, parting her delicate lower body, and carefully kneading it.

"Husband..."

she groaned, the kneading of her breasts and the caressing between her legs sending a wave of weakness through her body, a
strange, fleeting feeling, like the one she had experienced during intimate moments, beginning to surge continuously. No, she couldn't lose
face. She was a lady of high birth, how could she be as shameless as a lowly woman from a brothel…

She forced herself to calm down, took a slight step back, away from the fiery passion that made her heart race, and said with a composed expression,
“Husband, please allow me to help you undress and rest. You are tired today, don't hurt yourself.”

Her husband stared intently at her as if he had confirmed something, his eyes filled with a disappointment she couldn't understand. She thought her husband
would say something, but in the end, he simply calmed his expression, turned over to make room for her, and appeared to be
asleep. She stood by the bed, not understanding why her husband was angry. She had never neglected the wifely duties her mother had taught her,
yet all she received in return was her husband's increasingly distant heart.

Her husband had once placed a Guanyin statue in front of her dressing mirror, giving her a meaningful look,
but she still couldn't understand. She stared blankly at the statue; Guanyin, the Bodhisattva, had a cold, dignified appearance, sacred and
inviolable. This was clearly a deity in everyone's hearts, so why did her husband always look at the statue with such disgust
? If he disliked it, why place it in front of his dressing table? Lost in thought, she listlessly got into bed,
curled up beside her husband, and wearily drifted off to sleep.

It was probably midnight when a muffled, sharp scream woke her from her slumber. She sat up in surprise, intending
to call her husband, only to find herself alone in the bedchamber.

It seemed someone was speaking in the flower hall; the sounds outside subsided, with only faint groans mingling with—
whether of pain or pleasure—drifting into her ears. She wasn't an naive, lovesick young girl; she naturally knew what that sound meant. Hadn't she herself briefly made that sound
when she couldn't bear it any longer after the veil was lifted under the dragon and phoenix candles ? Her face flushed, she slipped on her embroidered shoes, tiptoed around the screen, and peeked out from behind a pillar. 　　On the small bed beside the flower hall, where her dowry maid Xiaolan should have rested, now stood a tall, imposing figure. Even without the moonlight streaming in through the latticed window, she knew that familiar profile was her husband, who should have been sleeping beside her. His clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, his torn and tattered silk skirt and undergarments strewn about. 　　On the small bed, Xiaolan knelt, her elbows propped on her chest, her round, white buttocks raised high, trembling and swaying with each thrust from behind. Her naked body was completely exposed to the moonlight, like a newborn infant. Her cloud-like black hair hung down one side, and her cheek, facing one side, glowed red, yet tears were clearly visible streaming down her face. Xiaolan bit her index finger tightly, but a mournful groan could still be heard clearly from her throat. 　　She couldn't feel sorry for Xiaolan; a dowry maid was never supposed to resist such things. But her husband had never truly looked at Xiaolan, leading her to believe that Xiaolan could avoid the fate of a dowry maid, so she had even arranged a marriage for her. 　　But unexpectedly, at this moment, her husband, like a beast, lay on top of Xiaolan, his mouth tightly biting her shoulder, one hand reaching around her waist, forcefully grasping her breasts, which appeared even fuller from lying prone, while the other hand gripped her buttocks as if trying to dig into her flesh. 　　In the moonlight, his erect member, stained with blood, tirelessly thrust deep into Xiaolan's most tender spot, then pulled out violently. Each thrust sent Xiaolan's body trembling as if burned, each withdrawal causing her neck to arch upwards, her cherry lips, biting her fingers, seemingly closing tighter with each thrust.

A moment later, her husband stopped moving, his lower body pressed tightly against Xiaolan's buttocks, his entire body pressing
down on her back, breathing heavily. Xiaolan's thighs seemed to have lost their strength and parted softly.
She loosened her grip on her fingers and pleaded in a trembling, sobbing voice, "Young...Young Master, please go back to
your room...Miss...Miss is always a light sleeper, if she's found out..."

"So what if she's found out?" the man behind her coldly uttered, interrupting Xiaolan's words. Then,
as if venting his dissatisfaction, he turned Xiaolan's body over, her limp legs hanging down to her sides,
a patch of filth vaguely visible between them.

She watched in astonishment as her husband, who was never known for his strong desires, pounced heavily on top of her, his hands grasping
her pair of porcelain-like breasts and alternately putting them into his mouth, licking and biting them as if they were some kind of delicacy. Xiaolan
, tears streaming down her face, bit her finger, suppressing the moans escaping her throat. Her lamb-like body
writhed helplessly beneath the man.

She watched as her husband's penis gradually hardened again, then mercilessly plunged into
her body once more, thrusting desperately. A nameless fear overwhelmed her, preventing her from watching any longer. She quietly retreated
behind a pillar, returning to her bedroom. As she curled her petite frame under the large quilt, she realized her
underpants were soaked, feeling chilly and uncomfortable.

She removed her underpants under the covers, and as her slender fingers traced the warm,
dampness of her tightly closed labia, a thought suddenly arose that made her blush with shame.

"No..." she murmured to herself, restraining her fingers from digging even deeper, trying
to recall the earnest teachings of propriety and grace in her mind, before finally falling into a deep sleep amidst her chaotic and uncontrollable thoughts
.

The next day, when she awoke, her side was still empty. Her husband had his own affairs to attend to, and naturally wouldn't be
indulging in his boudoir all day, she thought, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. She straightened her clothes and called Xiaolan into the room.

After several calls, Xiaolan lazily responded, then, as if remembering something, rushed
in, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, clearly having just been awakened. Her legs were slightly
parted beneath her skirt, and as she ran, one hand was painfully clutching her lower abdomen. She paused, suddenly remembering
what she had seen the previous night, and her cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you," she said with a forced smile, reaching out to tidy Xiaolan's disheveled hair.

Xiao Lan froze for a moment, then slowly knelt before her. "Miss... I'm sorry, I... I
know I was wrong..."

"I have no right to blame you. It's not your fault. I just don't understand what I should do..." She
seemed to be speaking to Xiao Lan, yet also to herself.

"Miss... I dare to guess, the young master... doesn't want you... to be so... so
concerned with maintaining a proper family appearance."

She trembled. As a wife and the matriarch of the household, she had been taught since childhood how to maintain
the proper demeanor and virtues of a mistress, but these words made her feel a surge of agreement.

Her lips trembled as she pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps, it's time to arrange a concubine for my husband
."

"Miss?... You're not joking, are you?" Xiao Lan looked at her in surprise, but she nodded heavily
. "Xiao Lan, are you willing? If you are, then we will be sisters." She knew
how much these words befitted a matriarch, but every word cut like a knife into her heart.

"Miss..." Xiaolan shook her head, "I've never thought that way.
I'm content just to stay by your side and serve you."

She sighed, not demanding anything. Since her husband was dissatisfied with her, she would find him someone he liked
.

That night, when she brought up the matter of taking a concubine, her husband looked at her in surprise, then frowned at her earnest face
, looking very disappointed. He then left with the words, "If you want to choose this path, then so be it,
"

and turned away.

What followed proceeded naturally. Her husband had no parents to care for him, no children to burden him, and
after marrying her, his family was wealthy and powerful. She easily obtained a lot of information about willing women from her husband
. But to her surprise, after all her careful selection, her husband merely glanced at it indifferently, casually
picked one out, and tossed it to her, saying, "This is her. After welcoming her, send her to Tingtao Villa."

After that, on an auspicious day, the delicate woman who had called her "sister" from that moment on became
another woman in the household, a woman she hoped would please her husband. She changed the woman
's name; a rustic name didn't suit the place. The woman timidly looked up at her, sighed, and softly
said, "Sister, I understand. From now on, I will be called Chuchu."

Chuchu and her husband didn't love each other; their relationship was merely based on a hefty dowry. But she believed
Chuchu could please her husband. People say a concubine is better than a wife; for her, the only remaining task as a wife was to continue the family line
.

On Chu Chu's first night, to her surprise, her husband came to her bedroom first.
He looked at her with a thoughtful expression and slowly said, "Ya Xian, do you really not know what I want?"

Her heart skipped a beat. His burning gaze made her chest swell, and a fearful
heat began to gather in her lower abdomen. The image of Xiao Lan's tender, submissive pleasure that night suddenly flashed into her mind.
She forced herself to calm down and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Husband, today is your wedding day. Don't miss
the auspicious time."

The heat in her husband's eyes gradually cooled. He smiled faintly, "Alright, I'm going. You should rest early and
not ruin our family's reputation."

She paused, not fully understanding her husband's meaning, because the bitterness in her heart was almost unbearable, and
words that shouldn't have been spoken were about to escape her lips.

After that, on days when her husband was away, she would stand up until midnight, unable to fall asleep for a long time; Chuchu, being more sensible, would...
She served her husband to bed as before, but amidst his routine actions, she
no longer felt the same sense of entitlement. A growing disappointment and a lingering expectation filled her with a nameless fear. This

continued until tonight.

She gazed out the window, no longer speaking to the maid behind her; Xiao Lan tactfully withdrew. On the other side of the courtyard
lay the Tingtao Villa. What her husband and Chu Chu were doing inside was not hard to guess. In the early days of their marriage
, her husband had never strayed from her beautiful body. Now, the one he cherished and loved was
someone else.

Perhaps she had truly been wrong? Was being virtuous and dignified not what her husband desired?

Even with the three obediences and four virtues, sleepless nights were inevitable. Was this the fate of all wives? She suppressed the bitterness in her heart
and prepared to rest. Suddenly, it seemed as if a night breeze blew through the distant courtyard, and the small gate of Tingtao Villa
slowly opened, as if a figure had flashed inside. In that fleeting glance, the person looked remarkably like her
husband.

She stopped and stared intently, but could see no one, though the gate was indeed open. She thought for a moment, feeling wide
awake, then pulled her clothes tighter and stepped lightly into the courtyard. Usually, servants would bolt the gate, but
today was strange. Could she have been mistaken? Why would her husband still be in the courtyard at this hour?

She entered, looking around. This was a separate courtyard from the main residence, previously just a guest room.
Now that the master had moved in, presumably there was no need to bolt the gate anymore.

Looking into the distance, the simple master bedroom was still lit by candlelight. Could it really have been her husband just now? She
stared blankly at the candlelit window, a sudden blush rising to her face.
What were her husband and Chu Chu doing right now…?

As if possessed, she inching closer to the only source of light in the courtyard. As she drew nearer, a
soft, panting moan, making her face flush, clearly reached her ears: “Husband… Husband, be gentle… I
… um… I can’t take it… um…”

She frowned; a woman like her would never utter such sweet, seductive sounds.

There was no reply from her husband inside. She moved closer, and could clearly hear
the sounds of skin rubbing against skin. The rapid, rhythmic slapping told her outside the window the passionate intrusion the woman inside was experiencing.

Had she really seen wrong?

The room was warm in spring, and the window wasn't completely closed. A small, yet sufficiently
large, gap was visible through the slightly
upturned window frame. She wanted to go back to her room, but her embroidered shoes refused to move an inch. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands, as if by their own will, rested on the windowsill. Her beautiful eyes slowly peered through the crack.

The simply furnished room contained no ornate items. Besides a table and three chairs, there was only a
bronze dressing table and a large sandalwood bed. Chuchu's clothes were neatly folded on the dressing table, but only her outer garment and long
skirt were present. Several men's clothes hung haphazardly at the corners of the bronze dressing table, and her undergarments were even spread on the floor.
The most striking item on the floor beside the bed was a woman's most intimate emerald green bodice.

The thin cloth that should have enveloped her soft, fragrant body now lay forlornly on the floor, accompanied by
a pale pink undergarment torn with a long, ripped gash. The sight was horrifying to her, watching from outside the window. Her usually gentle husband had become
so cruel…

“Husband… oh, please slow down… my soul… is about to leave me…”

“Leave… isn’t it better if it leaves?” The man’s voice was laced with heavy breathing and pleasurable pleasure. “Leave
is true comfort.”

The familiar voice finally drew her gaze, which she had been deliberately avoiding, to the bed. The brocade quilt
was already disheveled and piled high by a pair of small, white feet. At this moment, those jade-like feet were crossed and rested
on the piled-up quilt, appearing even whiter against the bright red mandarin duck pattern. The slender toes
curled tightly towards the soles of the feet, creating beautiful ripples.

Long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's firm buttocks, trembling incessantly, expressing their owner's
pleasure. Firm, elastic thighs gripped the man's powerful waist tightly, and near the high peaks of her buttocks, her satin-
like skin twitched with a peculiar rhythm; even an inexperienced person could tell from
which part of her body exerted force with each twitch.

Her seemingly weak and slender waist rose and fell with her rapid breathing, each thrust causing her flat
stomach to bulge high, as if the pleasure was almost unbearable. A bright red soft pillow now rested
beneath her alluring buttocks, while her head, which should have been resting on it, fell into her loose hair,
swaying left and right with the man's vigorous movements.

Her beautiful face was contorted with an expression that defied description, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her phoenix eyes narrowed to slits, glistening with a hint of
moisture. Her delicate brows furrowed, forming an expression that could drive any man wild. Her small mouth occasionally parted to lick her dry
lips with her tongue, the retraction of which was followed by a series of blush-inducing moans.

That wasn't her husband, no… she cried weakly to herself, but
who could that profile be? The face bent over, rubbing against one of her breasts, though slightly blurred in the dim candlelight,
was still there in Chu Chu's room.

Was this how her husband desired her? Was this undisguised pleasure, this utter disregard
for her husband's health, this behavior that bordered on shamelessness, what her husband needed?

"Husband...this servant...this servant is about to ascend to heaven...let...let this servant...go..."

The voice, seemingly squeezed from the depths of her soul, soared with a terrifying joy, yet at the last
moment it was tinged with deep disappointment. The man, at that instant, withdrew his erect member, and with an ambiguous
smile, sat back on the crumpled brocade quilt. He lifted one delicate jade foot, brought it to his lips, and gently licked
each toe, playing with it with irresistible affection.

Outside the window, she instinctively felt a strange warmth emanating from the embroidered shoe. In her daze, she even felt
as if her husband was holding her own foot. Once, her husband had also loved and cherished her bound feet in this way...

"Husband..." Her other free little foot restlessly rubbed against the bedding, and her jade legs began...
Their bodies intertwined, rubbing against each other, trying to convey her emptiness. "Don't tease me anymore, I... I can't take it anymore..."

Her heart trembled. How could she... how could she say such things like that? Didn't she feel ashamed
?

The man released her jade-like feet, smiling as he pulled Chu Chu up, drawing her into his arms. He first gave her a deep
kiss, until his lips were filled with sweet saliva before he released her with satisfaction. Then he smiled and said, "You
can't take it anymore, but I can still do it. What should I do?"

She remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, her husband loved to say playful things in bed, but she didn't know when
it started, she rarely saw him smile anymore. She stared blankly at her husband's smile, so different from usual, and
something seemed to gradually blossom in her heart. But she was also very curious, what did her husband mean by those words?

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she gave the man a coquettish glance, then slowly lowered her head, brushing her hair
aside. She first spat a little saliva into her palm, then reached out her delicate white hand and grasped the man's penis—a
penis she wouldn't dare look directly at from outside the window—and began to stroke it up and down.

The man showed a very comfortable expression, leaning back against the foot of the bed, reclining and using one hand to
caress and enjoy Chu Chu's breasts, which, though not usually very firm, appeared high and round after removing her clothes.

A moment later, something even more surprising happened; she bit several fingers tightly into her mouth to prevent herself
from crying out.

The man gently patted the back of Chu Chu's head with his other hand. Chu Chu then tousled her hair,
furrowing her brows in a coquettish yet reproachful manner. She then extended her delicate tongue and lowered her head to meticulously
lick the penis, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Her tongue entwined around the purplish-red glans, taking in every last drop of filth
.

Then, she lowered her tongue, pressing it against the thick tip, allowing some clear saliva to moisten the cleanly licked
shaft. Next, her cherry lips parted slightly, and like a baby suckling, she took in the thickest part, slowly
drawing it in. Her cheeks swelled and contracted, until finally, she had taken most of the penis into her mouth.

She watched this scene in astonishment, vaguely remembering that her husband had once asked her to do something similar.
How had she reacted then? Displeasure? Refusal? Disgust? She couldn't recall, but she knew it wasn't like that, definitely not like what Chu Chu was doing now
.

The man seemed satisfied. "Hmm, very good, you learn quickly." As he spoke, he quickened his
movements, two fingers pinching and kneading the rosy bud atop her snow-white breasts.

Chu Chu, her mouth filled with the man's penis, letting out a few muffled moans as he moved it up and down,
the blush on her fair skin deepening. One small hand gripped the man's erect penis, while the other couldn't resist reaching
for her already completely wet and soft vulva between her legs.

The intense heat radiating from her body made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. A burning sensation in her lower abdomen seemed to be calling out for something.
Her cool hand instinctively slipped inside her bra, the slight relief on her chest offering some respite from
the discomfort below. But when the bra somehow slipped down, and her firm nipples began to rub against the cool fabric, a deeper desire within her transformed into a warm, moist current, slowly seeping
from her vulva . 　　"No," she murmured weakly to herself, her hand sliding down her abdomen and into her skirt, uncontrollably exploring the slowly opening secret palace. Her entire palm tightly covered the flower cave that was constantly releasing slippery fluid, naively hoping to stop this terrifying change. But the heat of her palm, constantly impacting the most delicate labia, made her legs weak, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. 　　She gripped the windowsill with one hand, oblivious to her own actions, oblivious to the fact that her fingers were teasing and manipulating her sensitive clitoris as if guided by her own will. She only wanted to savor this soft, tingling sensation that she had previously found terrifying. Even though her legs were almost giving way to collapse, she couldn't bear to look away from the pair of beautiful eyes pressed against the window crack. 　　Chu Chu's fingers had already parted her labia, her slender middle finger repeatedly thrusting and probing into the tight opening inside, each stroke drawing out glistening fluid that flowed down her legs. Her other hand tightly encircled the man's penis, sucking it forcefully as if it were a delicacy she had never seen before. Her lips were covered in a fluid that was hard to tell if it was saliva or something else. Her phoenix eyes, with a pleading expression , looked upwards at the man, who was half-asleep and immersed in pleasure. 　　The man smiled, lifting Chu Chu's delicate chin. A glistening thread of silk dangled from her cherry lips, appearing alluring and seductive . "Get up, lie down properly." 　　Chu Chu obediently struggled to her feet, her body glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, her slightly flushed skin looking incredibly tender and captivating. She panted softly, slipped on her bright red embroidered shoes, and stood up with a mixture of desire and shyness. She swayed her slender waist gently, quickly walking to the round table in the center of the room. She hastily laid her upper body on the table, raising her round, white buttocks high, swaying them gently. 　　Chu Chu looked back at the man behind her, letting out a low moan that could tempt any man to commit a crime—a moan that seemed to urge, an invitation, extreme pleasure, and unbearable loneliness. The man behind her watched with satisfaction. Chu Chu assumed a completely conquered pose, his erection throbbing proudly. He strode over and stood behind her . Chu Chu naturally parted her legs, allowing the man to enter between them. 　　Outside the window, she could barely hear her own rapid breathing; her senses were reduced to her eyes and hands, and the waves of desire that surged through her lower body were still dutifully fulfilling their function. Her eyes flickered; her husband had already raised himself. Chu Chu's legs were tucked between her waist, her red embroidered shoes had been thrown off, and her bare feet began to sway up and down with each thrust. 　　Already on the verge of collapse, Chu Chu's upper body slumped limply on the table, her full breasts pressed against it, flattening and squeezing out as mounds of white flesh. Her beautiful cheeks flushed crimson, pressed tightly against the table, as if she no longer had the strength to even turn her head to look back. She could only weakly plead for mercy with each thrust: "Husband... have mercy on me... I really can't take it anymore... no... there... there... ugh..."

The soft moan abruptly stopped, and Chu Chu's entire body tensed violently.
Her pearly teeth bit down on her cherry lips, as if something was about to burst forth from within her. Her beautiful face wore an expression that seemed both intense pain and intense pleasure. Her slender
phoenix eyes narrowed into slits, her long, delicate neck arched back as far as she could, and her shapely legs stretched straight back, her supple body suddenly
transforming into a taut bow.

After a moment, her naked body suddenly relaxed completely. If it weren't for the man's hands firmly supporting her slender
waist from behind, she would have slid off the table.

"Mmm… Husband… so… so beautiful…" Chu Chu's words became weak and feeble, her long moans
filled with satisfaction. Her half-open phoenix eyes became listless and dazed, a trickle of saliva sliding down her half-open lips,
forming a glistening line. Her long, slender legs hung limply at the man's sides, motionless,
only a small patch of pink skin near her buttocks twitching slightly.

The man smiled happily, his hands gently caressing her buttocks, moist and smooth with fragrant sweat. His powerful hips
swayed slowly, the dragon that had been dormant for a moment beginning to thrust and rub against her now completely conquered paradise
.

"Husband...husband, I can't take it anymore...if it weren't for...wanting me to die of pleasure..." Chu Chu
said, her breath coming in soft gasps, her waist twisting slightly, seemingly a struggle against unbearable pain, yet more like an
irresistible urge.

"You're right, I'll make you die of pleasure today," the man said, his lower body beginning to thrust more intensely
, likely at the crucial moment of his ejaculation.

"Ah...uh...husband...don't...slower...this servant, this servant..." Chu Chu's small mouth opened wide,
but she could no longer utter a complete sentence. Her body went limp on the table, as the man behind her
stormed over her most tender secret place.

"Hmm...Chu Chu, my good Chu Chu..." The man pressed down on Chu Chu's back, their naked bodies almost
completely pressed together, their lower bodies joined tightly without a single gap. From
Chu Chu's rhythmic, short moans, it was clear that the man had ejaculated all his life essence into
the beautiful woman beneath him.

"...Husband...this servant...this servant..." Chu Chu gasped, as if she had forgotten what she wanted to say
, murmuring as if no words could describe her feelings.

The man lay on Chu Chu's back, the two nestled together, until everything gradually calmed down, before separating their tightly pressed
bodies.

She was too weak to stand outside the window; her body ached so much that she slumped against the windowsill. The sounds from inside, however,
reached her ears perfectly, from the heavy breathing to the delicate moans, all of which only made her consciousness drift further
away. Then came a soft voice from inside, "Husband, let me rest. I have to pay my
respects to my sister tomorrow. If I'm late, I won't be able to explain."

The word "sister" struck her like a thunderbolt. Suddenly, her mind cleared, and she felt her cheeks burning
. Her hands, however, were still adding fuel to the fire, caressing and kneading the softness of her breasts and the tenderness between her legs. She hurriedly
withdrew her hands, suppressed her breath for a moment, quickly straightened her clothes, and like a child who had done something wrong,
touched her burning cheeks and walked back.

Her underpants were still soaked, the chill making her heart pound. She dared not think further and hurried towards her own private
space.

Even as she neared her room, the burning heat between her legs remained unbearable. Her mind in turmoil, she
didn't even notice that her room had become much darker than when she left.

She almost stumbled into her room, heading straight for her bed without thinking, afraid that
the weakness in her legs would reveal her embarrassing state.

Upon entering, she found the dim, yellowish light strangely ambiguous
. A faint, intoxicating fragrance filled the room. She paused to inhale, but this pause only intensified the long-suppressed, almost uncontrollable
pleasure that coursed through her body, sending shivers down her spine. She felt weak all over, and, leaning against the round table,
slumped softly onto a stool.

Suddenly, a deep, melodious, strangely alluring male voice came from behind the screen, "
It seems the lady's health isn't quite right."

She trembled as if struck by lightning, her entire body instantly covered in cold sweat. Who was it?

"...Wh...who...who is it?! What do they want?!" she cried out in alarm. Her preference for quiet and aversion to noise
meant that even the nearest servant's quarters were hundreds of feet away. As a frail woman, even shouting would
be futile.

"Madam is intelligent and perceptive; how could she not know what I intend to do? But since I intend to do what I want, I naturally won't
let you know my name. You can call me whatever you like. With your wisdom, Madam will naturally
know what to call you when the time comes."

With a gentle and refined tone, a tall, robust man slowly emerged from behind the screen. His face
was handsome and dashing, yet it carried a wicked smile—a smile enough to make a young girl's heart race and her legs go weak
. More importantly, he was completely naked, his muscular physique glistening with sweat
. Below his lean, powerful abdomen, a limp, snake-like penis hung between his legs from his unkempt black hair, tinged with
faint reddish blood and still-wet with pre-ejaculate, indicating he had just been in the midst
of a "battle.

" "Help...help...help me!" she screamed, trying to run towards the door, but her legs were too weak to support
her.

The man smiled and flicked his finger; a gust of wind brushed past her delicate cheek, and the slightly ajar door
slammed shut as if pushed shut. She stared wide-eyed at the smiling man, tears streaming down her face
.

The man continued his unhurried pace, slowly sitting down opposite her, continuing, "I
didn't want Madam to see me in this unsightly state, but Madam is so stunningly beautiful. I prepared for a long time before deciding to act, so naturally
I needed to vent my pent-up anger first. If I lost control and hurt Madam, it would be a sin. Although..."
"I feel a little sorry for that maid, but she's just a common woman, I'm sure Madam won't take it to heart. Is that so?"

His voice carried a strange allure, seemingly capable of arousing one's most primal desires and enticing one to unconsciously
agree with everything he said.

"You...what did you do to Xiaolan?" she asked, her voice trembling as she mustered her courage.

The man's eyes brazenly swept over her body, as if a pair of hands were truly roaming over her skin
; his mere gaze rekindled the heat that had just been suppressed by her fear. She slowly made up her mind,
asking the question while simultaneously reaching up to touch her neck.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the candlelight to flicker slightly, and her raised hand was seized by a strong, large hand,
the rough knuckles stinging her delicate wrist. A seductive voice sighed in her ear,
"Madam is indeed cunning. As a person of mine, I really don't want to make a fuss about the dead, but
how can I bear to let such a beautiful woman perish?"

The hot breath brushed against the back of her earlobe, making her dizzy and disoriented. Her hands were so weak that she could not muster any strength.
The ethereal fragrance seemed to permeate her whole body, making her feel even more itchy and tingly.

The man pulled the sharp jade hairpin from her hair and threw it far to the door. He lowered his head again, as if to gnaw at
her delicate neck, and murmured, "This kind of jewelry, which could lead to disaster at any moment, is better off without."

Her cloud-like black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sight of it being seen by anyone other than her husband made her tremble with shame
. Suddenly, she felt something wet and hot pressing against her sensitive skin on her back. She didn't need to
turn around to know that the man's penis was now swollen and hard, ready to shatter her virginity
, penetrate her softness, and pierce her soul.

She couldn't help but weakly beg for mercy, even though she knew the man would never let her go: "Please, let me go.
I... I can give you a lot of money. I promise you my reputation. I can give you anything except myself. Just please
let me go, don't touch me..."

By the end of her words, it had turned into a girlish sob, and desperate tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her jade-like legs
, bringing a piercing chill.

"Why are you so terrified, Madam?" The man suddenly scooped her up in his arms, her embroidered shoes flying far away. His hot,
throbbing penis lightly touched her buttocks, each touch making her gasp even through the thin silk
.

As he walked towards the bed behind the screen, he continued, "I've only come to teach you, Madam, what a woman
's pleasure is, how you can bring pleasure to a man, what kind of woman a man desires. Someone of your
beauty, Madam, yet you don't know how to use it, how to satisfy your husband—isn't that a tragedy?"

She pounded on the man's chest, but her weak hands seemed more like a plea for mercy. She cried out,
"No…let me go…I don't want to…" She paused for a moment only after hearing the man's last words
, but immediately began to twist and struggle again.

Behind the screen, what she saw completely stunned her. Scattered on the ground were pieces of cloth, roughly
discernible as various women's garments. A pair of small, delicate feet trembled amidst the rags,
two purplish-red bruises clearly visible on their rounded ankles. The long, slender calves extended upwards, the once smooth, youthful, elastic
skin of the thighs now covered in bluish-purple hickeys and teeth marks.

At the base of the legs, around the secret cave of the peach blossom, the pubic hair that should have been scattered was completely absent, only the swollen, raised
skin covered with fine, dried blood droplets. Two delicate labia, unable to properly guard the entrance,
hung limply to one side, the tight little opening now slightly a fingertip wide, revealing the pink,
engorged flesh inside, constantly oozing clear, lustful fluid.

No trace of semen was visible at the front, but a thick, white, viscous fluid seeped from beneath her seated buttocks. On either side of her flat abdomen
were two shocking handprints, as if pinched. Above, her once delicate and fair breasts were in a far more appalling state
; the pink areolas beneath her rosy buds were now a dark, crimson red due to a single tooth mark, and her smooth, soft flesh was covered in
various bruises, a testament to the unimaginable abuse she had suffered.

Xiaolan sat naked on the cold floor beside the bed, her expression as if she had entered a distant
time and space, yet her slightly parted lips and hazy almond eyes seemed to hold an unbearable pleasure. Watching her
mistress being carried in by a naked man, she showed no reaction; she was like a dead person…

“X-Xiaolan!…No, someone save me…save me…” Only when the man's hands placed her
on the bed did she suddenly awaken, screaming and shrinking into the corner of the bed, her large eyes staring at the man in fear,
her hands clutching the sheet to her chest, trembling and crying like a frightened deer.

She watched as the man gave a strange smile, then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She kicked out in terror
, but the man easily caught her foot in his large hands, gently stroking it, occasionally
tickling her delicate, sensitive soles and between her toes, bringing waves of tingling pleasure straight to her heart.

The man gently kissed her slender toes, his seductive voice slowly saying, "Madam, why
be so frightened? With your noble frame, if I were to harm you in the slightest, wouldn't I be courting death? I'm merely here to teach you
how many women's pleasures you've missed."

As he spoke, his actions didn't cease.

She felt a sudden dizziness, and the man's broad chest enveloped her small frame. His powerful
hands swiftly flung aside the sheets she clutched, grabbing her skirt by the waist. She didn't know what technique he used, but before she
could react, she felt a chill on her legs. Her outer skirt and underpants seemed to be torn in two as if made of paper,
her shapely, long legs exposed to the man's burning gaze.

"Stop...stop..." she desperately kicked her legs, her hands tightly protecting her most intimate parts,
struggling in vain.

But as if the man anticipated her next move, he swayed, and her legs kicked
against his waist, creating a lewd position where she was wrapped around his waist. The heat from his waist on her inner thighs
spread through her leg muscles to her entire lower body, causing the heat that had subsided throughout her body to begin to spread again.

She felt the fragrance growing stronger, and her hands, which had been protecting her lower body, stirred with a strange urge, as
if unable to resist reaching into the soft, tender flesh they should be protecting, to relieve
the emptiness brought on by a sudden surge of heat.

"Does Madam truly wish for me to stop?" the man's seductive voice whispered in her ear, their bodies pressed together in an
intimate embrace. His large hands slowly moved upwards from her ankles, magically igniting
a fire wherever they touched, driving her to a frenzy.

His hands moved slowly but relentlessly, and she felt a thrilling pleasure creep from her ankles up to her groin
. Her hands, which had been tightly covering her private parts, couldn't resist the numbing, itchy sensation and
opened to her sides like a welcoming guest.

She gripped the sheets tightly, her pleas for mercy growing fainter. The fire burning within her felt like only this man
could extinguish it; if she refused, she felt she would be burned alive.

"Facing your own desires isn't difficult..." the man murmured in her ear.

She couldn't answer, only gasped softly. The unfamiliar, terrifying surge of desire could no longer be contained,
gushing forth through the only passage of her lower body. She could even feel the man's
hand, which had just caressed her inner thigh, now slick with moisture. A wave of intense shame washed over her, but her near-madness
prevented her from uttering any rational words. She could only moan as the man continued:

"My lady, look at the overflowing nectar, this is proof of your pleasure. Why won't you admit it?
Men like to make their women happy, and your husband is no exception..."

"I...my husband..." she stammered, thinking of her husband's face. Was what she had deliberately avoided actually what her husband
wanted? Thinking of her husband, she instinctively reached out to push the man in front of her away, but her soft, smooth hands
lost all strength when pressed against his hot, firm chest, instead involuntarily
stroking along his strong muscles.

"Madam, do you really think that in bed, a man needs a dignified, polite, and well-mannered woman
?" the man panted, raising his hand to cup her soft breasts, slowly kneading them. "You don't know
that you are more alluring than ever before, more satisfying to men than ever before."

The sensation of her breasts being rubbed made her moan softly in pleasure, the heat ignited by his fragrance seeming to find
release, gradually gathering in her increasingly firm nipples, making them even more swollen and erect. The hard
tip gently caressed the man's palm, making her purr like a kitten being stroked
. The naked desire in the man's eyes even stirred a sense of pride within her. If she did this, would her husband look at her with
the same eyes?

But this man was just a stranger, a lewd womanizer!

Her remaining reason warned her, and her husband's love surged within her. She shook her head, trying to
clear her mind.

The man seemed to understand her intention. One hand remained on her breasts, while the other swiftly returned to
between her thighs, which she was about to clench, gently covering the sparse pubic hair.

"No… I can't… I can't be like this… so lewd…" she murmured, closing her
beautiful eyes in shame.

His strong thumb pressed firmly against the firm nipple of her right breast, rubbing and circling it, while his other four fingers
cupped her left breast. His outstretched hand squeezed both breasts together tightly, his nimble fingers sometimes pinching the bright
red tip, sometimes gently caressing the soft white flesh.

Her weak legs couldn't stop the powerful hand from below; her thighs, which she tried to clench, pressed against the man's thighs. The rough
hair rubbed against her delicate skin, causing an unbearable tingling and itching sensation, making her private parts twitch involuntarily.
His hand, probing into her forbidden zone, didn't rush to caress her, until he found the pearl within her vulva. He
then applied a little slippery gel to his fingertips, pressing and rotating the gradually hardening pearl.

The waves of pleasure surging through her hot, delicate body almost melted her into a pool of spring water.
She couldn't utter a single word of self-reproach, no longer able to utter anything like "lewd" or "vulgar." Only a faint cry remained in her heart: "Husband, save me, I can't take it anymore,
this man… he's so terrifying.

" "Does my wife wish to change her husband's mind?" Just as she was lost in passion, the man suddenly uttered these startling
words.

She slightly opened her dazed, starry eyes, filled with confusion. At this moment, on the verge of losing her virginity, why did the man
keep uttering words that would only make her more ashamed?

"It's only because you're not open-minded," the man continued, his hands moving, but deliberately
slowing down to help her regain some composure. "Now your skin is flushed with desire, your face is radiant with spring, and your thighs
are overflowing with moisture. It's clear you've experienced the pleasures of womanhood, but why won't you open your heart and enjoy them?
This way of enduring not only harms your precious body but also frustrates men."

As he spoke, he suddenly took her earlobe into his mouth, his masculine body pressed against her soft, flower-like
form. He licked her earlobe while speaking haltingly, "Madam...show your pleasure
...that's not difficult. Follow your most primal desires, let men know...the pleasure they bring you...
that's not difficult...try it..."

"I..." The intense pleasure blurred her consciousness, and her deliberately suppressed heart slowly opened,
all because of one thought: could it be that her past reserve had caused her husband to grow increasingly distant?

"I...I don't know, I don't know what to do...I'm so hot...I feel so uncomfortable...Please...
let go...help me...help me..."

"Follow your feelings, don't think about anything."

The man's voice became gentle and soothing. His hand suddenly released the already wet and sticky clitoris
, and he extended two fingers, beginning to circle the rapidly expanding and contracting opening of her vagina. As more and more fragrant, soft fluid
began to gush out, he joined his two fingers together and suddenly thrust them into her vagina.

She was struck dumb, her whole body stiffening, her pert buttocks clenching tightly. The fingers inside her clitoris writhed
and searched like snakes, as if searching for something in her honey-filled flower garden. Finally, the fingers stopped at one spot.
Then, as if reaching their destination, they began to work on that slightly thicker, tender flesh.

This action seemed to strike her very heart, making her tense body soften. With
each movement of their fingers, her beautiful body writhed like a snake, and her previously low moans uncontrollably rose to a high pitch:
"No…no…I…I will…ahhh…I will die…uhh…not there…
please…ahhh…die…I'll die…"

A sweet torrent surged through her mind, leaving it blank. She felt her hands gripping
something tightly, yet nothing at all; her legs kicking, yet nothing at all; her mouth
calling out, but she couldn't hear herself. The only sensation left in her body was that tender flesh being caressed and played with;
her body felt as if it were about to float away to the heavens.

Just as she trembled all over, her satin-like skin flushed red, her waist arched higher and higher, and her toes pointed more and
more tightly, the man suddenly withdrew his fingers.

"No...don't..." she cried out involuntarily, her hips arching forward, chasing after the man's withdrawn
fingers.

"Madam, how can a wife only care about her own pleasure?"

That bewitching voice rang in her ears again, the hand that had been caressing her breasts still moving slowly and deliberately,
leaving the climax that was about to reach its peak hanging in the balance. She even felt
the pleasure within her body about to burst through her taut skin, tearing her whole body apart.

"Please...I...I can't...Husband...save me..."

She was on the verge of madness, desperately hoping that the man before her, whose physique was almost identical to her husband's, was indeed him.
Then she could at least find some solace in accepting that her shameful state had not been exposed to outsiders, but was presented to her
beloved husband.

As if her thoughts had been read, the man rubbed his throat, leaned close to her ear, and
gently pinched her delicate earlobe with each sip of his lips, uttering a voice identical to her husband's: "Xianya,
aren't I your husband? Don't you even recognize your own husband?"

She twisted her fair legs, the emptiness between them becoming more intense than the fragrance in the room, but
a sliver of reason still made her struggle to say, "You... aren't... my husband... wouldn't do this... he... wouldn't
... wouldn't bully me... never..."

"Bully? Yaxian, is this the kind of bullying you mean?" A

gentle voice softly called her by her given name in her ear, and simultaneously, a warm caress came from the most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
The man seemed to mock something, letting out a soft hum, "Don't you want this kind of bullying?"

The sweet sensation made her heart leap into the air, and she moaned as if in a dream, "...
Want... no... I can't..."

"Why not?... You can consider me your husband... I'll teach you how to make me happy,
then... from now on, you'll be a real... wife who satisfies a man... your husband... will
love you even more..."

With each passage, a warm, wet sensation spread through her chest, as if a tongue were slowly licking it. Then ,
a perky bud was released by fingers, and before she could even feel the loss of comfort, it was taken into a
mouth that was burning hot, as if it wanted to melt her.

As his tongue teased her, she could only moan in broken sentences, "I... ah... ah... I don't
know... husband... um... husband..."

Her nipples were suddenly released, a cool sensation on her saliva-covered chest. Her husband's voice
whispered in her ear again, "Do as I say... I'll teach you, and then, I'll show you how sweet the pleasure of two people can be
..."

A pressure came from behind her, and her entire upper body was pushed down, crawling beside the man's strong thighs.
The thick muscles against her cheeks twitched occasionally, making her vaguely feel as if she were back in the blissful days of her honeymoon
, dozing lightly beside her husband's legs. That one and only instance of misbehavior was now recalled, thankfully her cheeks no longer
flushed red.

The man gently pushed her cheeks until his cherry lips almost kissed his engorged penis. She trembled slightly, and
some blurry images from not long ago flashed through her mind.

"Suck it in, be careful not to touch your teeth."

A gentle command came from above, and the hand pressing behind her head forced her lips tightly against the purplish-red glans
. A slightly fishy smell made her frown slightly. Although she didn't understand how this would make the man
feel good, she still slightly opened her mouth and shallowly took the tip of the glans into her mouth. Then she raised her
large, watery eyes, looking helplessly at the man's firm chin.

"Take it all in, don't be afraid, nothing will happen. Come on. Do as I say."

Her husband's voice was like a spell, making her dizzy and causing her to try to open her mouth wide, letting the
thick penis slide into her mouth inch by inch. Her cheeks contracted rhythmically according to the instructions of his voice, and her tongue obediently
wrapped around the penis, awkwardly licking it as her cherry lips moved up and down.

A comfortable groan came from above her head, "Yes...good, faster."

She quickened the movement of her head, saliva dripping from her mouth along the edge of his penis, making her lips wet and
slippery. She took it deep into her mouth, almost pressing it against her throat, making her feel suffocated. Did her husband like this? She thought vaguely
, as if the massive thing in her mouth was her husband's. Her small chin tilted down as far as she could, almost fawningly
licking and sucking, letting out comfortable moans with a nasal tone that made the man weak in the knees.

The man must have been very happy; she felt his large hands intensify their kneading of one breast while
sliding to the crevice between her firm, full buttocks. His fingers squeezed into her empty paradise again, warm,
lustful juices quickly overflowing. The tender flesh gripped the invading fingers tightly, writhing and rubbing as if it had its own
life.

The rapid, rhythmic movements propelled her already heightened passion to its peak. Wanting the man to know her pleasure
, she passionately released his penis, licked it a couple of times, then took it deep into her mouth again, her hair disheveled, her tongue glistening.
She no longer saw her overflowing pleasure as ugly; on the contrary, only in this confused state could she feel that her
inner joy was truly expressed.

Suddenly, a wet sensation came from her tightly clenched anus. She felt a finger, saturated with her juices, force
open the closed gate and pierce into the unexpected passage. With the penis in her mouth, she let out a confused moan, her
pinkish-white buttocks swaying uncomfortably from side to side, trying to escape the man's finger. But the finger was much more agile, and instead,
it slid in completely with the twisting motion.

The fingertip sometimes gently bent and teased inside, sometimes thrusting and probing, quickly extinguishing
the struggle in her writhing buttocks. A strange stimulation began to slowly rise within her; she even felt that one finger wasn't enough
. The man's finger played with her for a while, then suddenly curved deep into her buttocks, a strong sensation
surging forth with the pressure of the fingertip against the tender flesh.

Pleasure began to surge from her entire body, converging between her legs. Her supple body gradually stiffened and tensed, her small mouth could no longer
hold the penis. Her cheek rested on the man's thigh, and a groan of ecstasy escaped from her slightly parted cherry lips. The indescribable,
wondrous feeling made her feel light as if she were about to fly.

"Ahhh...this...what...ahhh...no...uhhh..."

The moan suddenly became high-pitched, then turned into a thin, nasal sound. She knew this sound, but she had just realized that
the pleasure it represented was so powerful that she couldn't control her mouth at all.

It felt like some liquid was spraying out from her tight, burning passage. It wasn't urine or feces, but she didn't want
to think about what it was. The wet feeling on her thighs gave her unparalleled comfort, as if something she had longed for
had finally happened.

Still lost in the afterglow, she suddenly felt her thighs, which she was using as a pillow, lift up, her slender waist being lifted by strong hands
. Her petite body was pulled into a broad, hot chest. She drowsily opened her eyes slightly, and then
felt something hot and thick engulfing her soft, moist lower body.

Something flashed through her mind, and she weakly uttered a moan: "No...I
want...I want my husband..."

"I am your husband, Ya Xian. Tonight, I am your husband..."

It was the same voice as her husband, the same face. In the dim light, she
was overwhelmed with guilt towards her husband.

The man's hands slowly lowered, the purplish-red glans parting her tightly closed vulva, its thick shaft forcing its way
into the narrow opening, pushing relentlessly until the tip touched the most sensitive and delicate core of her body.

She let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her husband entered her in the same way as before, but due to the change in her state of mind
, a strange, refreshing sensation arose. The lingering afterglow made her inner tenderness incredibly sensitive; even the mere
insertion caused her whole body to tremble slightly. The fullness and heat made her suddenly realize
how regrettable and repressed she had been in the past.

Knowing she could no longer muster any strength, the man considerately lifted her buttocks, slowly withdrawing his penis
before abruptly releasing it, allowing her to quickly sit down. She tightly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on his
shoulder, obediently relaxing all her muscles, no longer suppressing the throbbing in her heart. With each deep
penetration from the man, she moaned ecstatically.

"Husband…so beautiful…I…feel so good…I…I'm…sorry…" Tears welled
in her eyes, but she couldn't tell if they were from sorrow or pleasure.

The man stopped moving, his large hand gently stroking her sweaty, snowy back, and softly said, "Remember today
's pleasure... Your husband will love you even more."

The slightly throbbing but no longer thrusting penis made her feel uncomfortable all over. She shifted her hips restlessly,
letting the penis rub against the unbearably itchy walls of her vagina, while moaning softly, "Husband... mmm...
husband... husband..."

As if she could no longer endure it, she felt a strong force supporting her waist, and she
fell backward with the force. His tall, handsome body remained connected to her, maintaining possession of her body,
gently covering hers.

She naturally bent her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist, impatiently reaching for his back with her slender heels
. She refused to think about the man's identity anymore; whether it was the feeling in her body or the consciousness in her mind, she tried to
believe that this was her husband, at least for now.

While nibbling at her delicate neck, he molded her tender breasts like dough under his palms. With each movement
, she was aroused, her heart throbbing with a restless energy. Her sensitive spot, pressed tightly against his penis, felt both tingling and itchy. She involuntarily
swayed her slender waist, the gentle friction easing her intense desire.

"Mmm...mmm...husband...don't...don't tease me anymore, I know I was wrong...
I'll know what to do next time...mmm..." she pleaded.

The man gently thrust his hips, and her lower body tightened, then filled. A gentle rhythm began, but the excited,
engorged flesh didn't feel relieved by the slow thrusts; it was as if an invisible hand had lifted her
heart into the air, making it seem even higher.

A woman's intuition told her deepest desires: seduce, seduce the man's desire for the pleasure you crave
, exploit your pride…

She naturally stretched her perfect body, deepening and strengthening the fiery connection between them. Her
disheveled hair framed her flushed cheeks, her long, slender, white index finger rested on her full, red lower lip, her pink
tongue lightly licking the tip. Her eyes were hazy, as if slightly intoxicated, yet her gaze towards the man revealed a clear longing.

No man could resist such a look from a beautiful woman beneath him; it was
a look that could drive even a saint mad, a look that could only appear when a woman's instinctive desire triumphs over traditional reason
.

The man raised his head, gazing into her eyes, then his gaze swept over her delicate, naked body, like a ripe,
tempting fruit waiting to be plucked. With a low growl, he released his long-suppressed desires.

And so, she finally experienced the joy of indulging her desires once again.

The man propped himself up, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders, revealing her delicate flower to his predator
. Her soft buttocks were held tightly, her full hips slightly lifted by his strong hands, and the pillow scattered nearby
was quickly tucked under her. Even this brief moment of emptiness from the change in position caused her to let out a
sweet, nasal moan, a sound that was both coquettish and urging.

Why had her desire become so intense, so intense that all the teachings of her mother over the past decade had been thrown to the winds
… that fragrance? But she had no time to think about anything else; her only thought was—to expose herself, to expose
her true, naked self, to expose her softness, her fragrance, her sweetness, to exchange for a man
's pleasure, and the ultimate ecstasy that pleasure brought her…

“Ahhh…”

A feeling of complete fulfillment, accompanied by intense pleasure, filled her mind. The penis, unable to resist any longer, thrust in to
the very end, losing all gentleness. Although the hands gripping her buttocks still showed tenderness, the burning, swollen penis of desire had used
all its strength, as if to pierce her tender core.

It should have hurt; the dramatic thrusting made her clearly feel the outer
walls of her tender vulva constantly turning in and out, but there was only pleasure, only
intense pleasure that made her moan continuously, making her utter words she herself didn't believe she could say. Her tender, naked body, like a spring bud
, trembled and softened with each thrust, a trembling of pleasure.

Amidst waves of pleasure, she discovered something new: when she contracted herself to suppress the urge to urinate
, the man's heavy breathing became deep and comforting. As if to please her, she
contracted her muscles with each thrust that seemed to reach her heart.

"Ya Xian… Ya Xian…" the man's voice rose higher.

The voice, in sync with her husband's, made her respond involuntarily: "Husband… mmm… husband…
don't leave me… ah… husband…"

The sweet thrusts in her lower body grew faster and more intense, each one causing her soft clitoris to cave inward,
almost bursting open another mysterious gate at the end of her vaginal opening. Her consciousness grew increasingly
blurred with the increasing speed of the penis. Friction, thrusting, churning, kneading—in the soft embrace, the hot penis ravaged freely,
gradually swelling to its limit, and the man's movements reached their fastest.

"I...I...my...husband...ahhhhh..." She tried to shout something, but the moment she opened her mouth,
a groan of ecstasy overwhelmed all her words. She felt as if her soul was about to fly away; the engorged glans made her
feel as if her clitoris was being crushed. The intense sensation, far exceeding that of her fingers, made her vision
go blank. The last vestige of consciousness only knew to keep contracting, giving the man the pleasure she could offer.

In her contractions, the man could no longer restrain himself, wanting to meld her body into his embrace.
He held her tightly, thrusting his hips forward, his glans pressing firmly against the deepest, most tender core, and a torrent of hot
fluid erupted violently!

"Ugh...ahhh..." she moaned high-pitchedly, her jade-like hands gripping the man's back tightly, her legs
wrapped tightly around his waist. The unprecedentedly intense impact deep within her tender orifice finally
snapped the taut string of desire within her. In wave after wave of hot current, she trembled, cried, moaned, and
writhed, reaching her climax...

In a hazy, half-awake state, she seemed to hear her husband's soft whispers, and gentle caresses
prolonged the sweet afterglow, but she was utterly exhausted, unwilling to even lift her eyelids.
Under the man's caresses, she curled up like a newborn infant, nestled in the quilt, and surrendered herself
to sleep. As her breathing gradually calmed, complex tears welled up from beneath her long eyelashes, forming pearl-
like drops that flowed down and disappeared.

Until she was completely asleep, the man made no further frivolous moves, only gazing tenderly at her curled-up,
naked body, pulling the quilt over her, smiling with pity. But that familiar smile was gone from her eyes
.

...

Chu Chu rose languidly, still sleepy, and began to dress before the mirror. She had already expected the emptiness beside her. Since entering
the household, apart from seeing her husband once during the day on the first day, she had only seen him during their intimate moments at night
. After the night of passion, only the cold emptiness remained the next morning.

Was this what a concubine was? A tool to relieve desire?

Chu Chu didn't understand. She only felt a sense of fear towards her husband, completely different from the feeling she had when they met on the first day
. Chu Chu, fresh from her first encounter with him, was still aching for three or four days after being tormented by her husband's eyes, which held a strong wicked glint in them
.

How could a person's gaze change so quickly?

Chu Chu placed the last pearl hairpin in her hair and rose to pay her respects to her elder sister. The matriarch of that prominent family was someone Chu Chu
dared not even look directly at, just like her own husband; she could only obey.

"Husband?" Chu Chu looked in surprise at the man emerging from her sister's room. Her husband could actually
sleep with two women in one night! But given her sister's refined manners, she shouldn't have allowed her husband to be so exhausted.

Hearing the call, the man turned around in surprise, then walked over and asked indifferently, "Are you up?"

Chu Chu lowered her head, avoiding her husband's sharp gaze. This was the husband she had met on the first day.
She hadn't expected him to still seem so unfamiliar during the day. She stammered, "I'm up. I was going to
pay my respects to my sister."

"No need," her husband waved impatiently. Looking down, she saw a strange
leather bag in his hand, and a half-burnt incense stick in his other hand. "Ya Xian is a little unwell today. You
can go back to your room." She raised her head slightly and nodded gently. Her gaze, slightly raised, fell on her husband's neck, and she suddenly asked

curiously , "Husband, where did the mole on your neck go?" 　　She reached out to touch his neck in slight surprise, but was coldly pushed away, a voice A voice rang out: "When did I ever have a mole on my neck?" 　　Chu Chu looked up in surprise. She was certain that the man who came over every day for their intimate encounters did indeed have a mole on his neck.

There was indeed a mole on her forehead.

She was about to say something when her husband's hand, holding the leather bag, suddenly swung at her. She felt a sharp pain
between her brows, and her whole body felt lightheaded. The world before her eyes gradually darkened, plunging her completely into darkness
. Before she could see the leather bag fall to the ground, some messy, flesh-colored lumps and things resembling human hair
scattered everywhere. She heard the last words she would ever hear: "A night of marriage is worth a hundred days of kindness. I'm sending
you to reunite with him; that's more than enough."

...

The spacious, comfortable carriage slowly drove out of the city, heading towards the distant suburbs. She sat inside, leaning softly against her husband
's lap, her eyes filled with reverence and love. Her husband's gentleness and generosity had pulled her out of the shadow of losing her virginity.
Whenever she thought of the loving look in his eyes that day, she was filled with regret for her suicide attempt.
How could she leave this world without loving this man with her whole heart and soul?

"Husband, is the hot spring at the villa really that good?" she asked coquettishly, rubbing her cheek against her husband's chest
. That night had made her realize she wasn't a good wife at all, merely a statue of Guanyin
, capable of bearing many children and grandchildren, but unable to bring her husband joy. Perhaps the world's label
would ultimately be "adulterous wife," but as long as her husband was happy, she didn't care.

"Ya Xian, do you remember what you promised your husband?" her husband teased, one hand slipping inside her bodice,
lingering on his private, sweet spot.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, as long as my husband doesn't find my service clumsy and inadequate." Bathing together, she
thought shyly, if her mother were watching from heaven, the seven grounds for divorce for lust would be enough to make her
regret her unfilial daughter. But, her husband's happiness was enough.

She shifted her body slightly, making it easier for her husband's hands to explore her delicate skin.
A surge of passion welled up within her. She bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and placed her slender hand on her husband's gradually rising groin,
asking softly, "Husband, is it uncomfortable?"

Her husband looked at her tenderly and smiled, asking, "If it's uncomfortable, what do you suggest?" As he asked, he
lifted his outer robe, pulled down his trousers, revealing his already erect penis.

"Mmm… let me help you…" she said shyly, lifting her long skirt and slightly pulling down her underpants, revealing only her
full buttocks and the pink cleft between them. Hooking her arms around her husband's neck, she nestled against him,
slowly sitting down. Her already wet and tight vulva slowly swallowed his hard penis, eliciting a satisfied moan.

Suddenly, as if playing a prank, her husband thrust his penis upwards, causing her to cry out involuntarily
. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. The coachman was a grown man, and she knew the sound
would surely reach his ears. This shameful thought only made her lower body even wetter.

She didn't care who would hear; looking into her husband's expectant eyes, she no longer suppressed her moans. Even if the whole world
heard, as long as her husband was pleased, she didn't care.

The carriage continued its slow journey, the coachman coldly watching ahead, as if the passionate
moans emanating from within the carriage came from another world. The carriage swayed slightly, not from the rough road,
but in a rhythmic, suggestive way.

The carriage crossed a small river, where a large group of people stood in a circle, seemingly watching something. The coachman seemed
oblivious, and the two people inside, already consumed by passion, naturally paid no attention to them.

In the middle of the crowd lay two corpses, a man and a woman, just pulled from the river. Occasionally,
whispers of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) figures would circulate, adding to the mystery surrounding the bodies. Some, vaguely recognizing their identities, eagerly
offered their opinions.

"That man was a notorious womanizer, famous for his disguise skills, and now he's dead here. I wonder
who that woman is, it's so pitiful."

"He must have robbed a woman for his pleasure and then tried to cover his tracks, but some chivalrous hero punished him."

...

The discussion continued, revealing the various versions of the rumors about to spread.

The carriage continued its swaying journey, the faint groans fading into the intoxicating spring breeze as it receded into the distance
. Only the swollen male corpse remained, a single black mole still clearly visible on its neck...

[The End]

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