Modern Water Margin Invasion 01-07

Modern Water Margin Interlude
Author: tmd1011 Published on sexinsex.net on 2014/1/1 Words: 28579
Foreword: This article is not yet finished. The idea started half a year ago, but I have been very busy. I will try to finish it for everyone when I am less busy in a few days. This article is about a modern version of Water Margin, but there are only a few women in Water Margin. I have dared to change the gender and personality of some characters. I believe that I am definitely not original. Have you all read Ikki Tousen? There are also gender reassignments of characters in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so I am justified in doing so. This article is a bit heavy, I hope you will like it.
Chapter 1 Lu Junyi's Awakening
Lu Junyi woke up and felt an unusual headache. It was as if the world had become a world he did not recognize. The jade unicorn under his crotch was also numb and tingling, as if he was facing a supernova explosion, or as if he was in a black hole, without end, without destiny.
"Um, my name is Lu Junyi." He remembered his name.
"I'm the only son of the Lu family, the young master of the Lu family, the heir to the Shuguang Group. I'm 16 years old." More and more information flooded his mind.
"Wait, am I not a mountain bandit?" Thinking of this, Lu Junyi became confused again
. "No wonder I have a headache, so I didn't drown in the river?" He was a little confused.
"Then am I from ancient times? Oh well, I'll just consider it a split personality." He thought magnanimously.
But he didn't have time to split, because the jade unicorn between his legs was about to split, swelling, especially swollen, as if it had been holding back for a hundred years. When he looked down, he saw a short-haired woman wearing a wide orange hair clip, holding the unicorn that was about to burst.
"Um, Yan Qing, I know her, she's been my servant for many years." He remained calm.
"Isn't Yan Qing my personal attendant? A man." He lost his composure again.
Yan Qing seemed to sense that her young master had woken up. She slowly raised her head, her expression a mixture of shyness and a hint of self-satisfaction, which startled Lu Junyi. Reflexively, he kicked the woman off the bed. A scream came from the foot of the bed.
"You scared me to death! It's okay if she's not pretty, but she dares to use her beauty to seduce me?" Lu Junyi shook his head, preparing to get up.
"No, it was yesterday I asked her to wake me up like this in the morning… um, I'm going to school today, yes, high school, to that… Liangshan Middle School, yes, its full name is Private Liangshan International High School. I've always had tutors, I've never been to school before… My parents… are they in Brazil or Australia? Anyway, they're in the iron ore business…" These memories slowly returned to his mind.
Yan Qing, thinking she had hurt her young master, quickly got up and knelt at the foot of the bed, head bowed, fiddling with her fingers.
"Short and thick fingers, but I seem to remember her massage skills were quite good." Yan Qing was wearing a sleeveless light gray nightgown, her shoulders and arms rounded. The neckline of her pajamas was very low, and her breasts were quite round. The hem only reached her thighs, and her thighs and knees were also quite round.
"Anyway, she's just a fat girl..." Lu Junyi gave up trying to comfort himself.
"Look up." Young Master Lu spoke for the first time this morning.
Yan Qing looked up, her eyes slightly red, probably from being kicked earlier. Her nose was slightly upturned, and her lips were small, though it could also be due to her chubby face.
"Young Master, please change your clothes, or you'll be late for school." Yan Qing seemed somewhat afraid of her master. "Was I really that bad before?" Lu Junyi thought to himself, it seemed so. But there was no beating or scolding, usually just passive-aggressive treatment, he never gave her a kind look. No wonder, looking like that, how could she expect to smile?
But Lu Junyi didn't intend to let her off so easily. Although she was a bit ugly, she was still a woman, wasn't she? He looked down and pointed to his golden Qilin spear, still standing proudly, pointing diagonally upwards. Yan Qing crawled forward on her knees, preparing to put the penis into her mouth again. Unexpectedly, Lu Junyi slapped Yan Qing's fat face.
"Turn around. Hold onto the wall." Lu Junyi didn't want to have such an unsavory character on his bed.
Yan Qing's hem wasn't long, and after she bent over against the wall, her two plump buttocks were completely exposed to the air. Lu Junyi walked behind her and rubbed his penis up and down against Yan Qing's sparsely haired vulva.
"The saying 'skinny guys have long dicks, fat girls have lots of juice' is really true." After just a few rubs, her juices flowed out from her vulva, slowly running down her inner thighs. Since things had come to this, there was no need to dawdle any longer.
"She seems to be a virgin, but it doesn't matter. People only talk about cherishing beautiful women, not about cherishing sows."
His past life's skills hadn't been in vain. Besides Young Master Lu, who else could maintain one position for half an hour and attack rapidly without stopping? Yan Qing could no longer stand upright, her hands shifting from supporting herself against the wall to supporting herself on the ground. Lu Junyi, however, remained in a slight horse stance, his hands gripping her hips, continuing his morning exercises.
Yan Qing was too weak to even cry out; her posture shifted from supporting herself on the ground to lying prone. Her pajamas slid down her smooth skin to her shoulders, and milky white semen trickled down her white back, forming a small stream that flowed down her neck. Lu Junyi released her buttocks. Even her strong legs couldn't support her post-orgasmic body; her knees slammed heavily onto the purple lambskin carpet. Semen mixed with virgin blood flowed down her thighs, staining the expensive carpet.
After a quick bath, Lu Junyi dressed appropriately and prepared to go downstairs. Yan Qing stood up shakily, preparing to change her outer clothes.
"What are you doing?" Lu Junyi asked, puzzled.
"Master ordered that I accompany you in your studies."
"I don't want to take this shameful thing with me." Even though he had just taken her virginity, Lu Junyi still had no intention of giving her a gentle look. He knew that women were most prone to becoming arrogant when favored.
"But Master will..." Yan Qing said fearfully.
*Slap!* Another slap sent Yan Qing sprawling to the ground. Her shirt, still unbuttoned, gaped open, her breasts trembling and drooping against gravity.
Lu Junyi stepped on one breast with his brown Prada calfskin shoe, twisting his foot, and said, "You are my servant, not my father's. Obey, stay. Disobey, get out." He then walked towards the underground parking garage.
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Chapter Two Liangshan Middle School
had reason to believe that Lu Junyi was a Virgo. After entering the underground parking garage, he began to agonize over which car to drive.
"X6? Heh, only nouveau riche drive that. So why do I have one? Okay, I bought it when I was young and naive… Maserati Quattroporte? Isn't that a bit flashy, trying to get attention? Phaeton? Hmm, low-key enough, but why should I be low-key? Land Rover? I don't know who bought this boxy car… Knight XVI? Never mind, first day of school, don't be like that…"
The last car to drive off was a Cadillac SUV, understated, and large enough. But not as massive as the Knight XVI. Once on the road, Lu Junyi regretted not bringing Yan Qing along. He'd never been to Liangshan District, where Liangshan Middle School was located. Luckily, he had GPS.
Liangshan District is located at the western end of Songzhou City, while Lufu is located in Hebei District, northeast of Songzhou City, a dozen kilometers apart. This Songzhou, at the mouth of the Yellow River, should have been called Dongying. "This is what they mean by 'the world changes like the sea turning into mulberry fields'." Songzhou is large, the economic center of the north, comparable to Shanghai. Besides Liangshan District and Hebei District, there are also Daming District, Shandong District, Dongdu District, etc. Among them, Shandong District and Hebei District are wealthy areas, while Dongdu District, with the best-sounding name, is actually a place where the poor and migrants live. In contrast, Liangshan District is relatively affordable yet still prosperous, which is why this school, famous for its high prices, is located here. For the rich, there is not much difference between a yearly tuition of 1,000 and a yearly tuition of 100,000, and many ordinary people also invest many years of savings to send their children to this school, which is really unnecessary. The children rarely understand priorities. No matter how much money is spent, they still chat in class, smoke after class, and have sex after school. As for the so-called "best international education in North China", just listen to it and forget it. Whoever takes it seriously loses.
On the way, Lu Junyi thought, "Yan Qing has turned into a woman. I wonder what's become of my old brothers. I hope they've all turned into women." The school was nearby, and the students' modes of transportation were a mixed bag. Some got out of Mercedes and BMWs, arrogantly telling their drivers they'd pick them up that afternoon; some were in economy cars, still clinging to their parents; some girls on bicycles were gazing longingly at the boys getting out of luxury cars; and there was even a mother and daughter getting off a bus, the mother telling her daughter with dyed red hair to study hard. Hmm…
most of the students in the class had come from the junior high section of Liangshan High School, so they seemed to know each other quite well, chatting and laughing. Lu Junyi, being an outsider, was better off just observing from the sidelines. In the classroom, names were already posted on the desks; everyone just had to find their seats. They were probably arranged by height, since he, at 1.9 meters tall, was placed in the last row. Many classmates turned to look at the tall, imposing male student, but Lu Junyi was still preoccupied with his nine-foot (2.1-meter) height from his previous life. His deskmate, a girl, also seemed quite tall, with broad shoulders. However, she had a buzz cut, and Lu Junyi was immediately certain she was a girl because her chest appeared to be stuffed with what looked like two volleyballs. Lu Junyi always kept his distance from such exaggerated girls, so he ignored her large eyes, which were full of surprise and a desire to communicate.
A while later, the teacher entered. She was a young woman with short, shoulder-length hair; not exactly beautiful, but she gave off a very clean and neat impression. A pale yellow long dress gave her a slightly vintage, Republic-era look. "My name is Mu Hong, and I'm your homeroom teacher... I teach you all... I hope you all..."
Lu Junyi only heard the first sentence and felt his head buzz. "How could a pure man like Mu Hong, who is so uninhibited, have such an effect? Does that mean I'm the only man among more than a hundred brothers?"
But the subsequent self-introductions from the classmates reassured Lu Junyi. It wasn't that everyone was alright, but rather that being shocked had become a habit. Liu Tang, the red-haired girl I met at the school gate, sat right in front of me, wearing a studded belt with a deep red V-neck and green skinny jeans; Zhang Shun, the White-striped Wanderer, "I've never seen such a beautiful girl!" Slender, tall, with long legs and fair skin, wearing a beige Burberry shirt with light yellow checks, a light blue Maxmara skirt that went past her knees, and black square-toed Jimmy Choo shoes; Lin Chong, the Leopard Head, didn't have a leopard's head at all, but his blue and white polka-dot jumpsuit always reminded me of a leopard, and of course, there were leopard-print ones, and wedge heels he bought from some stall; Li Ying, the Sky-Soaring Eagle, was alright looking; Song Jiang's younger brother, Song Qing, the Iron Fan, looked like a green tea bitch, three parts beauty, seven parts affectation, constantly fiddling with his long hair that went past his shoulders, and light makeup on his wheat-colored skin;
Ha! Wu Song was still a man, but he was less than 1.7 meters tall, thin and hunchbacked, looking like a chain smoker. Next to him sat Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind. Couldn't he transform into a woman? His skin was comparable to Jike Junyi's, his figure to Liu Huan's, and his aura was even more like Jin Haixing's! "You fat, dark-skinned guy
, stop acting all coy!" Luckily, Lu Junyi hadn't eaten breakfast. Hmm, Hu Sanniang, the One-Zhang-Qing, was still quite beautiful, but perhaps a little flat-chested. Her sleeveless chiffon blouse revealed a completely flat chest. She was tall, though, and her legs were long and slender under her black skirt. Although her figure was somewhat thin, a Viviane Westwood scarf made her appear more graceful. Her long neck peeked out from under the scarf, and her long black hair was tied into a simple yet elegant ponytail at the back of her head. Even with the ponytail high, the ends still cascaded down to her slender waist. Beneath her flowing hair was a breathtakingly beautiful face; even someone as beautiful as Zhang Shun would pale in comparison. Sun Erniang was still fat, but it was rare to see a fat woman even flatter than Hu Sanniang.
Ximen Qing was also in this class; his handsome face was no less than Lu Junyi's, only his figure was slightly thin. Pan Jinlian was naturally there too, but she was far from the beauty rumored on Liangshan Marsh. Her height was probably just over 1.5 meters, and her figure wasn't particularly outstanding. However, her attire was even more vulgar than Liu Tang's. Underneath her sleeveless leather vest, it seemed like she was going commando; her purple leggings looked like they were ready to burst at any moment. Moreover, she wasn't wearing a skirt or shorts over them, letting her buttocks stretch the leggings to a purplish-white hue. Next to her sat the legendary Wu Dalang. Dalang wasn't as short as the rumors suggested, but he was definitely not 1.7 meters tall. The two were flirting and teasing each other affectionately.
However, what surprised Lu Junyi the most was that the buzz-cut, busty woman next to him was actually named Lu Zhishen!
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Chapter 3: Taming Lu Zhishen
Lu Junyi had always felt that the name Lu Zhishen was a dark joke, implying a deep-seated intelligence, or in short, a seemingly foolish person, much like the character "智硬" (zhi ying, meaning "hard-witted"). This world's Lu Zhishen still seemed rather dim-witted. From the moment Lu Junyi sat down, Lu Zhishen's eyes never left him, exuding an air of infatuation. Lu Zhishen's attire was also quite unique—a Rockets jersey with her initials, LZS, prominently displayed on the back. Lu Junyi hesitated for a long time before deciding not to add a "b," because the three letters clearly indicated the number 13. She also wore Rockets shorts. On the side of her shoes, next to the swoosh, were three stripes. Lu Junyi was speechless at this act of buying two items for half the price. This Lu Zhishen was even more muscular than Li Kui, her arms thicker than Lu Junyi's, her calves as thick as Lu Junyi's thighs, and her thighs almost as thick as his waist.
This tomboyish woman was now acting like a lovesick fool.
"Handsome, your muscles are so strong! How did you get them?" Her fingers were already touching Lu Junyi's forearm muscles.
Lu Junyi turned to look at her, but didn't say anything.
"So cool..." As if trying to save face, Lu Zhishen withdrew her hand, but then put her fingers on her face in a cute pose.
Lu Junyi mistakenly thought she had stopped harassing him, but a few minutes later, she even leaned closer, "What shower gel do you use? It smells so good!"
"You wouldn't know even if I told you, and even if you did, you couldn't afford it." Lu Junyi didn't want to talk too much with a girl dressed in knock-off clothes.
The girl was hurt, and in her sadness, she accidentally knocked over her water glass, spilling water on Lu Junyi's bag on the ground.
"Sorry, but your bag is so pretty, it must be waterproof, right?" The girl was actually trying to make conversation. Lu
Junyi was completely speechless. "Yes, this bag is waterproof, but it doesn't protect against idiots."
Seeing the girl hesitate and try to get closer, Lu Junyi originally wanted to yell at her to get lost. But when he looked down and saw her breasts, he suddenly changed his mind and said, "Don't get any closer, or I'll touch you."
Who knew Lu Zhishen would suddenly become understanding, "Go ahead and touch me, I know you look down on me, it's an honor to have some fun with me."
Since things had come to this point, Lu Junyi didn't stand on ceremony anymore. Anyway, being in the last row, no one could see him. So he reached inside Lu Zhishen's shirt from the side. Big, soft, smooth—Lu Junyi gripped it tightly, unable to let go.
Looking up again, he could see a hint of beauty in Lu's blushing face and tightly pursed lips.
"Sister?"
"Hmm?"
"Your bra seems too small."
"Oh..." "
Why didn't you buy a size bigger?" " I couldn't
find any..."
"Then don't wear it, okay? It'll make you feel suffocated."
"Hmm..."
And so, Lu Zhishen's bra was removed. Lu Junyi looked down—good heavens, an F-cup! And it was still too small! It would be strange if he could find a suitable one.
Re-entering Lu Zhishen's shirt, without the bra's restraint, the feel was even more unusual. He tried to grip it, but it seemed he couldn't grasp anything; he tried to squeeze it, but nothing came out. All that could be seen was that her heart seemed to be beating faster and faster beneath her large breasts, and her face was getting redder and redder. She was biting her lip, as if she might accidentally reveal some earth-shattering secret. "If you keep playing like this, something bad might happen."
"Fatty?"
"Hmm?"
"How about I buy you clothes after school?" At this moment, Lu Junyi looked like a creepy uncle trying to trick a little girl into eating a lollipop.
"New clothes? Really?" The little girl took the bait.
"Of course it's true, but you have to do me a favor."
"What is it?"
"It's so hard it hurts, help me get it out." The creepy uncle got to the point.
"..." It was Lu Zhishen's turn to be speechless.
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In the penthouse suite of the Hilton Hotel, Lu Zhishen was looking at his spoils with ecstatic joy: a Ralph Lauren polo shirt, CK jeans and underwear, Zara knee-length skirt, Lamer cosmetics—all things her family could not afford. Sitting in a luxury car, she entered a deluxe hotel and threw herself into the arms of her crush. Even a goddess-like woman would likely waver, let alone a
lowly girl like her. Lu Junyi, standing nearby, watched her with interest. Compared to Yan Qing, although both were plump women, Lu Zhishen was more athletic, exuding a sense of power. Making such a woman his slave would be more satisfying, wouldn't it?
Lu Junyi leaned against the headboard and beckoned to Lu Zhishen. Like a well-fed bitch, she obediently came to the bedside.
When her blouse passed over her impressive breasts, Lu Junyi finally saw the enormous breasts he had been admiring all day. They were plump, truly plump. However, contrary to Lu Junyi's expectations, they didn't sag; instead, they defied gravity, stubbornly standing tall. The base of the breasts was large, but the plumpest parts of the chest were definitely larger than the base. The nipples weren't the purplish-black he had imagined, but a delicate pink, only the size of soybeans.
Her waist was a bit thick, but it wasn't too bad compared to her enormous buttocks. Her thick, fleshy thighs were straight and smooth, and although they were all fat, they didn't have any excess fat like orange peel.
She crawled between Lu Junyi's legs and took his erect penis into her mouth. Hmm, good attitude, good skill too.
"Have you been trained?"
"Yes." The woman didn't spit out the penis, but just hummed in her throat.
"Not a virgin anymore, right?"
The woman didn't speak, but shook her head, her large breasts rubbing against Lu Junyi's legs, and the man felt a change in his lower body again.
The woman raised her head and began to rub the penis up and down with her breasts, perhaps feeling it was too dry, she lowered her head and carefully licked the penis again, then sandwiched it between her breasts again.
"I gave my first time to Wu Song." The woman was a little shy.
"Hmm." Lu Junyi didn't comment. That consumptive, I wonder if he can even get hard.
"You're so big, so big and hard." The woman began to stick out her tongue and lick the tip of the penis.
"You two knew each other before?"
"We were classmates and neighbors. My family came from out of town. When we first arrived, his father helped us a lot. My mother wanted me to marry one of the two brothers to repay them. The eldest brother didn't like me because he thought I was too tall and fat, so I married the second brother."
"Oh, this shorty has a temper now?" Lu Junyi had heard about the eldest brother's glorious deeds.
"How do you know he's only three inches?"
"..." Lu Junyi was speechless, but another thought immediately popped into his head, "And how do you know he's only three inches?"
"I saw him with Pan Jinlian at their house. That day I went to find Erlang, and Erlang went out to buy cigarettes, so I sat in the bedroom. Suddenly they came back, and I hid in the closet. Dalang is very short and thin; he ejaculated in a few strokes, and Pan Jinlian even scolded him for being useless."
"Then why is Pan Jinlian still with him?" "
She's a slut! We were classmates in junior high. Whenever she saw a boy with a little money or who was handsome, she would go up to him and call him 'brother.' If he liked her, she would let him touch her; if he didn't like her, she would still pester him. Once in class, she even licked a boy's genitals just so he would buy her a pair of high heels."
"Are you a slut?"
"I'm horny too, look how wet I am."
Sure enough, Lu Zhishen's genitals were already overflowing, soaking his thick pubic hair and clinging to his plump vulva.
"You have a lot of hair, go to the bathroom and get a disposable razor, I'll shave you."
"You said Da Lang disliked you, but why didn't Er Lang?" Lu Junyi asked while shaving.
"He's lonely, he's been lecherous since he was little, he always touched me when we were kids, and in elementary school he made me suck his genitals. He even peeked at my mother taking a bath."
"So you really licked him?" No wonder Wu Song looked so sickly, he'd lost his vitality.
"There's nothing I can do. My parents' jobs were all found by his father. When I was little, my mother always made me listen to those two brothers. I was chubby and tall when I was little, and Da Lang has always disliked me. Sigh, don't you like me like this too?" "
I can't explain it, but when I see you, I just want to humiliate you and play with you. By the way, what kind of jobs did he find for your parents?" "
His father used to be the head of the transportation department at a state-owned factory, so he arranged for my father to work in transportation, and my mother to be a porter. My mother is very strong, even stronger than a man."
"Didn't that factory go bankrupt later?"
"Yes, they stopped working a long time ago and now they receive a few hundred yuan a month in welfare. The Wu family is better off; their factory was sold to Shuguang Group for a good price. His father was a cadre and received dividends."
Lu Junyi thought bitterly, "Forgive those two good-for-nothings; they were raised by the Lu family."
"Doesn't our school charge 100,000 a year? How could your parents afford to support you?"
"They borrowed money from the Wu family. Because of that, my mother even mortgaged herself."
"How do you know?"
"I saw it."
"In the closet?"
"No, it wasn't. Once, I skipped school in my third year of junior high. I had nowhere to go, so I went home. My parents and Wu Song's father came back too, but they didn't find me in the bedroom. They were discussing borrowing money in the living room. Then his father touched my mother's breasts, and my father was just watching and smiling."
"Are your mom's breasts big?"
"Not as big as mine, hehe. His dad said he'd waive the interest for our family, and my mom was so happy. She even asked my dad to get some condoms."
"Did you do it in the living room?"
"Yeah, my mom was on the sofa with her butt sticking out. Hey! Why did you shave all my pubic hair off?"
"Hehe, come here, sit on me." Lu Junyi pointed to his penis.
The woman sat on him, and Lu Junyi looked down. Most of it was still sticking out.
"Why don't you put it all the way in?"
"It's too thick. Let me get used to it."
"Hurry up, or I'll hit you." Lu Junyi seemed to particularly enjoy slapping women.
"Go ahead and hit me, otherwise I really don't have the courage."
"..."
"Slap!" A sadist has met a slut. What else can he say?
Perhaps he used too much force, because Lu Zhishen plopped down to the side, and his penis slipped out.
"You're too cruel..."
Another slap landed. "You're not allowed to call me 'you' anymore. What kind of trash dares to talk to me like an equal?"
"Then what should I call you from now on?"
"Young Master Jun."
"Young Master Jun, who invented that name? It sounds so nice. Hehe." Saying that, she sat on the giant spear again.
"That's what my tutor called me at first." Lu Junyi looked down and saw that half of it was still sticking out. He pinched the nipples, which had become the size of peanuts, and pulled them down hard.
Lu Zhishen felt pain, and his legs lost their strength. His body slumped down, and the penis was completely taken into his body. He let out a "Ah" as if he had been relieved, but it was hard to tell if he was suffocating or just groping.
"Move, or I'll hit you again."
The woman had no choice but to move her buttocks in circles. Our Young Master Jun enjoyed it. He put one hand behind his head and played with one of the fat breasts with the other, lifting it up and down. It felt quite heavy.
"Hey, those breasts of yours must weigh at least thirty pounds, right? By the way, how much do you weigh?"
"Um... I weigh 210 pounds, but I'm tall, I'm 1.79 meters."
"Nonsense, I'm 1.9 meters tall and I only weigh 170 pounds."
"So, Young Master Jun has such a great physique." The flattery was spot on, and Young Master Jun was quite impressed.
"Would Wu Song, with his small frame, be able to handle your big frame?"
"Him? He stopped playing with me half a year ago. His penis isn't big either, so he can't even get in from behind. But I really want that position. I really want to meet my Prince Charming. Hey, don't look at me like that. I mean, if I find my Prince Charming, I'm willing to be his white horse. Even if I marry a princess later, I'll still be a white horse."
"Hey, people say, 'Ride a fat horse, fuck a skinny pussy,' you're just a fat horse. Lie down, let me show you Young Master Jun's riding skills."
Indeed, he was a fat horse, his ass was really big. Because of all the flesh, his entrance was deeply hidden. Lu Junyi found the right spot and thrust deeply. The woman neighed and raised her head.
There are actually two types of rear-entry positions: one where the man kneels or stands between the woman's legs, and the other the opposite. The second type is only suitable for those with a long penis. Those without the means should not humiliate themselves, unless the woman has small buttocks.
Lu Junyi used the latter, because it gave him a more riding-like feeling.
There were no fancy techniques like "nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust," because she was already wet enough. It felt like galloping across the grasslands from the start. But Lu Junyi wasn't satisfied. He pressed his left hand against the woman's tailbone, inserted his thumb into her anus, and raised his right hand high, striking her plump buttocks. The woman cried out even more wildly.
Actually, when he was buying things for the woman earlier, Lu Junyi hadn't forgotten what he wanted. After a moment of thrusting, he put a leather collar on the woman, clipped two clips to her nipples, and hung two bells on them. He also replaced the thumb in her anus with a walnut-sized vibrating egg. This made the woman even more unbearable. Each thrust brought out a lot of vaginal fluid, as if she had lost control of her bladder. After
a quarter of an hour, the woman's moans had turned into pleas for mercy, and Lu Junyi took the opportunity to tease her. "Young Master Jun, let me go, I'll be your slave, your sex slave, ah..." "No need." Young Master Lu was also starting to pant. "Then I'll be your goddaughter..." "Your own father has been cuckolded, and you still dare to recognize a godfather?" "I'll do whatever Young Master Jun does, as long as, ah... as long as..." Lu Junyi had almost reached his limit, stopped, held his last breath, and lay on the woman's back, saying, "Can we be good friends? I need an obedient little partner." "Okay..." The man could no longer hold back and released all his essence, and the woman finally lost control of her bladder. On the sheets of the suite, there were yellow, white, and transparent stains... "You're not allowed to wear a bra to school anymore. Here's a hundred yuan, take a taxi back later." ### Chapter Four: The Helpless Official As school life progressed, the classmates became more familiar with each other. Lu Junyi's classes were quite relaxed. Miss Lu was very obedient, always going commando, spending her time in class touching breasts and giving oral sex. After class, she had Yan Qing to serve her at home. However, she didn't interact much with her classmates. The girls, some flirtatious, some introverted, some diligent, some lazy, gradually revealed themselves. This story begins with Ximen Qing, the great official. And how can Ximen Qing's story be separated from Pan Jinlian? Ximen Qing was quite dashing and came from a good family. He also drove to school, his daily ride being a top-of-the-line Porsche 911. In terms of appearance alone, the Porsche 911 was much more eye-catching than Lu Junyi's Cadillac and would attract more attention. However, he himself was not as frivolous as he was criticized in his previous life; on the contrary, he had a rather virtuous air about him. But Pan Jinlian was different. Not only was she as promiscuous as ever, but she also had a more shameless air. After high school, she also found that ugly, short, and poor people like Wu Dalang were shameful. She began to consider changing her allegiance. Originally, her primary target was Lu Junyi, but Lu Junyi's overly aloof demeanor made him seem unapproachable, unaware that he was the truly undemanding type. Therefore, Pan Jinlian shifted her focus to the seemingly high-profile Ximen Qing. She would strike up conversations at will, even going so far as to run from the front row to Ximen Qing's seat in the middle of the classroom just to borrow a pencil or an eraser. Ximen Qing naturally used high-end items, which Pan Jinlian never returned. To date, Ximen Qing had already lost a Parker ballpoint pen, a Muji gel pen, and several highlighters. Whenever Lu Junyi thought of this, he would carefully stroke his Montblanc fountain pen, fearing it might one day be lost. This day, Pan Jinlian's target was Ximen Qing's notebook. The notebook itself was nothing special, but the cover was of high quality. "My lord, your notebook is so beautiful!" Well, she was originally calling him Brother Ximen. Ximen Qing was startled by this "brother" and looked up at his former lover, whom he didn't know from his past life.

Pan Jinlian noticed that the pretty girls in her class, or those who attracted a lot of attention from boys, weren't dressed like her in a non-mainstream style. Instead, they dressed like goddesses, like Hu Sanniang and Song Qing. So she pestered Dalang to scrape together 300 yuan from her meager allowance. She bought a white shirt for 50 yuan, black skinny jeans for 40 yuan, a brown thin belt for 20 yuan, a denim vest for 45 yuan, yellow wedge heels for 90 yuan, and a black watch for 50 yuan (she only had 5 yuan left for a taxi). Thus, she transitioned from a rural non-mainstream style to a city girl.
"I've already taken notes in this notebook," Dalang said helplessly.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful! Can I keep it as a souvenir?" Pan Jinlian, the city girl, continued her cloyingly sweet pleading.
"I need it for studying," Dalang said, looking around, hoping a knight-errant or heroine would come to his rescue.
"Oh, you can give it to me! You can do whatever you want with it,"
Dalang said, blushing. When a man blushes, things become easier. But today, Miss Pan's demands were a bit high.
"Can you take me shopping for clothes after school? I've wanted a pair of Oney jeans for ages..." Miss Pan thought she was on a winning streak today.
Finally, Miss Song Qing next to her couldn't stand it anymore and chatted with Miss Lin Chong next to her, "Hey, have you heard of Oney? I have, their stuff is so cheap, you know, this Gucci bag of mine can buy a whole hundred... pairs of Oney jeans!"
Lin Chong understood, "I know, I know, I went to get my hair done yesterday and spent five pairs of Oney jeans, so expensive!"
"Hahaha..." Even the big official was amused. But the heroine of this story, Pan Jinlian, had never been so scorned, her eyes immediately reddened, and she ran back to her seat to cry. After that, for quite some time, Oney jeans became a kind of currency in the class, which then developed into "Om," and the students would say things like, "This is a two-Om scarf," "This is a ten-Om wallet."... But that's a story for later, let's not go into it now.
There are nuances to a woman's crying. A shrew's cry is laced with curses, often louder than the sobs; a little girl's cry is a loud wail, as if the louder the sound, the more terrible her ordeal; a typical woman cries with her arms hidden, trying to hide her tears. Pan Jinlian, however, clearly wanted to use a more pretentious way of crying. She didn't cover her face, nor did she use tissues—the kind of things you'd expect from a poor guy offering comfort—nor did she use a handkerchief. Her eyes were simply red, two lines of clear tears hanging from the corners, her nose twitching occasionally, her eyes fixed straight ahead, seemingly waiting for comfort.
And so, our Dalang took the bait. He carefully pulled some toilet paper from his bag, raising and lowering his hand, hesitating whether or not he should wipe his goddess's face. After a moment's thought, he placed the toilet paper on the table in front of her. But Pan Jinlian clearly wasn't happy about using such cheap toilet paper on her face, and angrily threw it on the ground.
Wu Dalang, looking completely bewildered, could only offer words of comfort, but to no avail. Finally, he himself began to weep. He solemnly swore to the goddess that some fool had offended her, and he would avenge her. Pan Jinlian then recounted what had just happened. The details, of course, were altered, making it seem as if justice was on her side. In Pan Jinlian's story, Ximen Qing was captivated by her beauty, showering her with gifts daily, but the goddess herself didn't really care for them, only using them out of politeness. Today, she was again being pestered by Ximen Qing, but Song Qing and others, out of jealousy of Miss Pan's charm, had verbally abused her, causing her great injustice. Thus
, Wu Dalang concluded that Ximen Qing was the culprit, and without a word, walked up behind him and slapped him on the back of the head. Ximen Qing was lenient only towards women, not necessarily towards men. The 1.8-meter-tall Ximen Qing stood up, glanced at Wu Dalang, who was a head shorter than him, and without uttering the usual "Why did you hit me?" nonsense, simply raised his foot and kicked Dalang in the chest, sending him flying to the front of the classroom, where he landed right at Pan Jinlian's feet. Miss Pan, naturally, had no habit of condescending to help someone up; she simply looked at him with red eyes. Of course, his eyes were red from crying and he hadn't recovered yet, but Dalang, on his own initiative, believed that the goddess was shedding tears for him, and he couldn't disappoint her hopes. So he stood up again and rushed towards Ximen Qing. This time, Ximen Qing didn't waste any words and kicked Dalang in the chest again.
This happened three times, until Dalang finally couldn't take it anymore, curling up on the ground, his eyes defiant, like Kuomintang soldiers singing "Counterattack the Mainland" after retreating to Taiwan.
As the saying goes, brothers fight side by side. Wu Song, the second brother, couldn't stand it any longer. He fought his way through tables and benches to Ximen Qing, ready to unleash a torrent of profanity. But Ximen Qing had already slapped him across the face, leaving a row of finger marks. The second brother prepared to hurl insults again, but Ximen Qing retaliated with a slap across the other side of his face, leaving another row of finger marks. The second brother was now deflated, both brothers cowering. They returned to their seats, sullenly awaiting the next class.
Ximen Qing was bewildered, for he had no idea where the brothers' masochistic urges came from. It wasn't until he saw Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang whispering together that he realized Pan Jinlian wanted to vent her anger. Little did he know Pan Jinlian's true thoughts; she was completely captivated by the heroic gestures of the two slaps and three kicks. "A man like that makes me feel safe," she thought.
Since it was the beginning of the semester, Ximen Qing didn't want to make enemies with his classmates, so before the last class, he told Pan Jinlian he was going to invite her to dinner. Just as Pan Jinlian was about to give up, she saw a glimmer of hope. She spent the entire class period looking in the mirror, constantly adjusting her bangs.
Finally, class ended. Pan Jinlian excitedly sat in her Porsche 911, touching and looking at everything.
"Where do you want to eat?" Ximen Qing asked.
"You know what? I really want to eat at McDonald's, the atmosphere there is so nice!" Pan Jinlian said with longing.
"..." The wealthy man was speechless.
"KFC is fine too!" Pan Jinlian thought Ximen Qing was unwilling.
"Well, those places are too noisy, and you have to queue. Let's go to Barbecue."
"What's Barbecue?"
"Barbecue..." Ximen Qing began to regret inviting her to dinner.
"Skewers, there's one near my house..." Miss Pan meant she thought it was too low-class.
Ximen Qing's hand on the steering wheel trembled involuntarily. He took a deep breath and decided not to explain.
"Have you ever eaten Western food? I feel like there aren't any Western restaurants in Songzhou City, except for KFC and McDonald's, which are the most authentic."
"Look, even Chinese food has the difference between grass carp and abalone, right?" Ximen Qing asked patiently.
"What does abalone look like? Is it the pretty kind like tropical fish?"
Ximen Qing was completely speechless. He couldn't exactly make her take off her pants to see for herself. He also understood that what Miss Pan wanted to eat was simply a place that looked good, had a pretentious atmosphere, and sounded impressive.
"Then, how about the Left Bank of the Seine, a French restaurant in Shandong District?"
"Wow, a French restaurant! That's so cool!"
In short, the meal was incredibly depressing. Miss Pan was relatively quiet in the restaurant and didn't lose too much face, but she kept snuggling up to Ximen Qing. Also, when the food was served, she took out her 300,000-pixel phone to take pictures, which made Ximen Qing quite helpless.
After the meal, Ximen Qing wanted to take her home, but Pan Jinlian still seemed reluctant to leave.
"Thank you for today."
"It's nothing." Ximen Qing didn't want to say more.
"I'm still a virgin, do you want me?" Pan Jinlian wasn't lying. She'd been touched and licked by others before, but she'd never actually done it.
"..." Ximen Qing was worried that if she took her, his high school days would be in turmoil.
"Don't worry, I'll be good. I promise I won't bother you at school."
"Why are you so casual?" Ximen Qing still didn't believe in free lunches.
"I just want a good life, really. I never want to be laughed at for being poor and unsophisticated again." Pan Jinlian looked sorrowful. She was telling the truth; a woman's life was nothing more than exchanging her body for a good price.
"Okay, but I won't treat you as my girlfriend." Ximen Qing was also frank.
"Hmm, can we go to a nicer hotel? I want to make the memories sweeter."
"Hmm."
"Can you buy me a dress?" The girl started to take advantage of the situation.
"Hmm..."
"Yes..."
"..."
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Coincidentally, Lu Junyi brought Lu Zhishen out again today, and their rooms happened to be next to each other. Although the soundproofing was good, Lu Junyi's marksmanship was so superb that the headboard of the bed banged against the wall. Traditionally, Chinese people prefer slender and graceful figures with small breasts. However, perhaps Lu Junyi had become aesthetically fatigued and started to be obsessed with performance art. He began to appreciate tall and fat figures, women with huge breasts and buttocks, but smooth and firm skin.
Pan Jinlian entered the room and heard the rhythmic vibrations from next door. Her face was flushed.
"Let me dance for you." Saying this, she went to the bathroom to change into a red short dress she had just bought.
Ximen Qing finally got a good look at this flirtatious woman.
Long hair, the hair quality was okay, plus one point. Her face, not exactly stunning, but fortunately her features were regular, only her cheekbones were a bit low, minus one point. Overall, she's slender, plus one point. A little short, minus one point. Her breasts are neither too big nor too small, seemingly small enough to be grasped, plus one point. But her waist isn't thin enough, minus one point. Her buttocks are perky, plus one point. But her legs are a bit short, minus another point.
"Looks like I'm going to have a zero-point girl today," Ximen Qing thought.
The girl's dancing still had a somewhat seductive air, but she was genuinely serious. It was as if she were truly performing. Ximen Qing began to appreciate her. The girl's dance moves were far too simple, just wiggling her buttocks and swinging her arms. She even tried to shake her breasts, but her development was limited, and she couldn't create a truly voluptuous effect.
"Alright, stop dancing, come here," Ximen Qing finally got tired of watching.
Like many men, he felt that sex was acceptable, but kisses were not; they should only be given to those you liked. He hugged the girl, his hand reaching under her skirt, touching her firm buttocks. He pulled off her short skirt from the bottom up, revealing nothing underneath. Just as he had imagined, her breasts were tender and perky. His fingers circled along the base of her nipples, watching them begin to harden. Slowly, Ximen Qing's large hands covered Pan Jinlian's small breasts, squeezing and kneading them. The girl probably didn't pay much attention to her diet and exercise; she had some excess fat on her lower abdomen, which appeared slightly bulging when she sat on Ximen Qing's lap. Although Pan Jinlian was rather thin, her pubic hair was quite abundant, and her labia weren't particularly pink.
The girl was laid flat on the bed, and Ximen Qing parted her legs, not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he carefully rubbed her private parts up and down with the head of his penis. In this respect, he wasn't much different from the previous lecherous Ximen Qing.
The ancients said that a charming man must possess five basic qualities: "Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian," meaning the looks of Pan An, the size of a donkey, the wealth of Deng Tong, and the ability to play tricks and spend leisure time. Compared to Ximen Qing, Lu Junyi had the advantage of a large penis, while Ximen Qing had the advantage of clever tricks. The Wu brothers, on the other hand, only had free time.
Pan was already aroused, but not much fluid flowed, probably due to her constitution. She lifted her buttocks and moved closer to Ximen Qing's lower body. Ximen Qing had some patience; he retreated when she advanced, and advanced when she retreated, always keeping his glans lightly pressed against her vulva, just halfway inside. When Pan was tired, he gently wiggled his penis, stirring up another ripple in the girl's heart.
Just as the girl was about to cry, he slowly inserted halfway, eliciting a cheer from her. But after halfway in, Ximen Qing used the same trick again, neither too deep nor too shallow, never leaving her, revealing his true intentions only in that halfway point. But before the girl could wait any longer, he suddenly lowered his body, fully penetrating her, and Miss Pan's virginity was finally over.
However, the foreplay was indeed sufficient, and the girl didn't experience much pain. Then, an unprecedented sensation swept through her entire body. She felt as if she had been pierced through, her legs and back completely out of her control, wanting to curl up. However, Ximen Qing didn't give her that chance. Instead, he pressed down on her shoulders, withdrew most of his penis, and lowered his head to kiss her nipple.
Another sensation then took over her body. The girl felt that every one of her 36,000 pores was comfortable. However, Ximen Qing's tongue only touched her superficially. Although he kept kissing and licking, Pan Jinlian felt an unbearable tingling in her chest, yet it lacked a blazing fire. Suddenly, Ximen Qing bit her nipple with his teeth, as if flipping a switch. The girl trembled all over, unsure of how to achieve pleasure without pain.
Taking advantage of the girl's writhing, Ximen Qing once again launched a full-scale assault on her. The girl's orgasm wasn't very intense; she simply raised her head, cried out loudly, but lost control of her body, collapsing onto the bed. Ximen Qing, having reached the crucial moment, loosened his grip, but pulled too late, his body going limp as he collapsed onto Pan Jinlian, panting heavily.
It took them both a long time to recover. Pan Jinlian was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted. Ximen Qing filled the bathtub with hot water before lifting her from the bed and carefully placing her inside. Pan Jinlian, her eyes glazed with desire after her climax, saw Ximen Qing sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his legs inside. She forced herself to roll over and take his penis, which had brought her to ecstasy, into her mouth. A loud smacking sound followed.
"Let go, I'm going to the toilet,"
Pan Jinlian slowly spat out most of it, leaving only the glans in her mouth, and mumbled, "Isn't this the toilet?"
"Good girl, I'm going to pee."
This time, Pan Jinlian didn't even speak, instead deeply sucking the entire penis into her mouth, raising her head defiantly.
The most beautiful look a woman can have is when she has a man's penis in her mouth and looks up at him. At this moment, even if the woman wasn't usually pretty, she possessed an extra touch of allure.
Ximen Qing was mesmerized, and without realizing it, his penis slightly hardened inside the girl's mouth. However, what he had just ejaculated, even if erect, was merely a fleeting moment of lucidity, and it soon softened again. But as it softened, Ximen Qing forgot he still had a stream of urine ready, and it gushed out.
Pan Jinlian immediately realized what was happening and prepared to spit out his penis. But as the saying goes, every cause has its effect; she had intended to play a prank, but this time it was Ximen Qing's turn. He held Pan Jinlian's head down and urinated even more enthusiastically. Because it was inserted so deeply, the girl only spat out a small portion, with most of it going into her stomach.
"Why did you urinate in my mouth?" Pan Jinlian wasn't particularly angry.
"I'll buy you a bag later." Ximen Qing was actually quite happy.
"It's not about the bag."
"Then tell me."
"How about two bags?"
"Hey, hey, don't kiss me with your urine-soaked mouth, no, no, not even your feet."
The two finally finished showering and came out of the bathroom. They noticed the bed next door was still wobbling, and immediately realized how good five-star hotels were – even the beds were so sturdy. They ordered some more food, ate, and then slowly and awkwardly got dressed.
As they went outside, they ran into Lu Junyi and his companion coming out of the next room. The four of them stared at each other for a moment. Finally, they greeted each other and went downstairs together. The two boys walked in front, and the two girls, one tall and one short, followed behind. If the two boys had turned around, they would have noticed that the two girls walked with a slight pigeon-toed gait.
The two groups split up and drove off without incident that night.
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Chapter Five: The Pilgrim's Counterattack
Wu Pilgrim, regardless of his past life, could hardly be considered a magnanimous person. While Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero of Liangshan, was extremely skilled, the current Wu Lao Er was thin and had a pointed face.
Wu Lao Er planned revenge for the two slaps Ximen Qing had given him and the three kicks he had given Da Lang.
However, he had no way to seek revenge; he couldn't win a one-on-one fight, and he didn't know anyone in a group. In terms of prestige, how could a candle flame compare to the sun and moon?
After getting to know the classmates, they discovered that there were only four extremely wealthy people in the class: Lu Junyi, Ximen Qing, Hu Sanniang, and Song Qing, the second daughter of the Song family, the younger sister of Song Jiang's eldest daughter. These four families, or rather clans, not only wielded immense power locally but also had far-reaching influence. The Lu family was a mining tycoon, not only dealing in copper and iron ore but also personally mining strategic resources such as titanium and iridium for the country, with family members holding high positions. The Ximen family mainly dealt in real estate, with numerous businesses in over ten provinces across the country. The Hu family was a financial giant, with multiple businesses including banking, insurance, and funds. Finally, the Song family spanned both the political and business spheres, involved in construction, retail, transportation, and other industries.
However, if one were to count further down the list, there were still quite a few other families with considerable influence. However, they were all girls. For example, Lin Chong's father was the political commissar of the city's armed police force; Zhang Shun's maternal grandfather was a well-known shipping magnate; Sun Erniang's family had some underworld connections, and it was said that her father was responsible for demolishing more than half of the city's houses in the past ten years, and also managed more than half of the city's poultry service industry. Li Kui's mother was one of the Song family's local agents, in charge of the insurance market. It was said that Li Kui's mother was very fair-skinned, and his father wasn't particularly dark-skinned, but she was as dark-skinned as Old Master Song, a story that sparked much speculation throughout the city. Furthermore, although Li Kui's surname was Li, he was subservient to Song Qing in his class and implied in his words that he considered himself a member of the Song family.
Li Kui became a bargaining chip for Wu Erlang's revenge. And the first step in his revenge was to pursue this dark-skinned, plump woman.
Originally, Erlang wanted to woo Song Qing, but the gap between them was too great. In addition, because of the existence of a wealthy heiress like Song Qing, the other girls seemed much more ordinary. This gave Erlang plenty of room for imagination and a sense of arrogance, making him feel that he wasn't much worse off than the children of the second-tier families.
Actually, Li Kui wasn't the only girl in the class at this level. But Erlang gave himself two reasons. First, Li Kui was the ugliest, and ugliness meant easy to get, and usually, ugliness also meant virtuousness—as the old saying goes, "An ugly wife is a treasure at home." Second, both the Song and Ximen families were involved in real estate, and there was some conflict between them locally. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Erlang understood. Actually, Erlang had another reason: "Perhaps I can enter a wealthy family through this." Erlang thought. Whether Erlang had any intention of getting to know or even developing a relationship with Song Qing or even Song Jiang through Li Kui, no one knew. However, if Erlang one day proved his "talent," wouldn't it be possible, right?
What Erlang didn't understand was Li Kui's mentality.
When Lu Junyi was young, his third uncle, who had been an office director at the National Development and Reform Commission and was now the Party Secretary of the Ministry of Land and Resources, told him a fable. A fat man and a thin man went to clean chimneys. Afterwards, the thin man saw that the fat man was covered in grime and assumed he was dirty, so he frantically scrubbed himself by the tap in the yard. The fat man, seeing that the thin man wasn't covered in grime, assumed he was clean and wanted to go to a bar to pick up girls, but he was beaten up by the security guard at the entrance.
Li Kui hangs out with Song Qing every day, and perhaps even spends time with the legendary Miss Song after work. The result of being with a rich and beautiful woman is that regardless of whether you are rich and beautiful or not, you will always see yourself as such. What the Song sisters think is unknown. However, daughters of wealthy families are usually well-educated and reasonable, and to some extent more tolerant than women from ordinary families, and less likely to judge by appearance.
But this lack of judgment is based on the premise that the person is unrelated to oneself. For example, if a street cleaner is involved in a car accident, it's usually caused by a car worth three to five hundred thousand. Those who truly drive luxury cars are mostly polite and know how to give way. But when it comes to their own affairs, it's a different story.
In short, Erlang was rejected.
Actually, regardless of past or present lives, there's reason to believe that Wu Erlang liked Pan Jinlian. Even when killing, he would strip her naked first, let alone a living person. However, since his elder brother got there first, he didn't have much of a problem with that.
But ever since Pan Jinlian tasted the sweetness of love, she became even more voluptuous and alluring. Her breasts became fuller, her buttocks rounder. After school, she would wait by the Porsche, hoping to hitch a ride home if her husband was free, or pay a few dozen yuan for a taxi if he wasn't. Before, she would always ride home with her elder brother on their bicycles. Her elder brother was used to being ignored and didn't mind at first, until one time, he wanted to see what Pan Jinlian did after school.
Pan Jinlian stood less than five meters from the Porsche, pigeon-toed, head bowed, adopting a submissive, womanly posture. Pan Jinlian's attire gradually became more fashionable. Underneath her jeans and overalls, she wore a light yellow undershirt. Her shoes were changed to Converse sneakers. Her watch was no longer a cheap knock-off, but an Omega dual-screen timepiece. Her backpack was replaced with a thin-strapped leather backpack. In the distance, Ximen Qing walked towards his car. A friend from another class asked him, "Who's that girl next to your car? Your new girlfriend?"
"Oh, she's my dog," he replied. He recognized the person as Ruan Xiaowu, another playboy.
After Ximen Qing got into the car, Pan Jinlian stuck out her bottom and leaned against the driver's side window, acting cute, as if she wanted a ride. As if Ximen Qing had agreed, Pan Jinlian immediately walked around the front of the car and sat in the passenger seat. After sitting down, she even kissed Ximen Qing.
The eldest son was burning with jealousy, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't even own a QQ car, and although his father received dividends,
he only had a Xiali (a small car brand). The eldest son went home and confided in his second son.
The second son was even more furious. His sister-in-law was no longer the eldest sister-in-law, so shouldn't it be his turn? Who knew a pretty boy would steal her away?
The second son thought about it all night and became determined to pursue Li Kui.
He was right about at least one thing: Li Kui was lonely and easy to win over.
But he hadn't considered one thing: how to get along with him after winning him over.
Li Kui was moved by the second son's lengthy love letter. He talked about everything from the Book of Songs to the Chu Ci, from Yu Dafu to Bei Dao; it's unknown how many books the second son had read. The love letter began with the poem "Guan Ju," then referenced the Lady of the Xiang River, transitioning to the imagery of a gentle evening rain falling on the river. It subsequently used twenty-two prominent ancient women, including Ehuang, Nüying, Daji, the mother mandarin duck, and Zhuo Wenjun, to describe Li Kui's stunning beauty and compassionate heart. Miss Li was moved to tears, sobbing in Erlang's arms.
Erlang now had a powerful backer and went to provoke Ximen Qing. This time, the matter was more serious; he scratched Ximen Qing's carriage.
Sure enough, when Ximen Qing was about to confront Erlang, Li Kui stepped forward.
"It's just a scratched carriage, what's the big deal?"
Ximen Qing had nothing to say to this rough-looking woman and turned away.
The second time, Erlang tore Ximen Qing's coat.
"It's just a tattered coat," Li Kui said.
The third time, Erlang overturned Ximen Qing's table.
The next day, Li Kui slapped Erlang across the face.
It turned out that after the second time, Ximen Qing used his connections to cut off the water and electricity to Li Kui's mother's insurance company.
The matter reached the Song family. The old master told Li's mother to tell Li Kui to keep Wu Song in check. Li Kui was soft-hearted and didn't say too harshly. So the third incident occurred. It is said that the old master made Li's mother kneel naked in the yard all night. Li Kui was very filial, so Erlang was slapped.
Erlang began to apologize to Li Kui. Li Kui accepted, but from then on, Erlang lived a life worse than death.
In the morning, he was responsible for wiping Li Kui's table and chairs; when Li Kui came, he had to massage her back and feet; after PE class, he had to prepare cold drinks...
Ximen Qing laughed even more happily.
However, later Ximen Qing vomited, along with Lu Junyi, at the classroom door.
After their chance encounter at the hotel, the two gradually became friends. Coming from similar backgrounds, they would often go horseback riding and racing together. One time, they agreed to participate in an underground race after school, but after walking quite a distance, Ximen Qing realized he had forgotten his car keys. So, they returned to the classroom to retrieve them. There, they discovered Erlang and Li Kui engaging in illicit activities. And
these weren't just ordinary acts; after they finished (even though it was only ten minutes after school had ended), Erlang was licking Li Kui's genitals. And it wasn't just ordinary licking; afterward, Li Kui sprayed holy water on Erlang's face.
As a result, Lu and Ximen Qing vomited.
Their vomiting naturally alerted those inside. Seeing he had been exposed, Lu Junyi, disregarding his prior eavesdropping, entered the classroom, slapped Li Kui, and then prepared to slap Erlang, but remembering the holy water on Erlang's face, he instead kicked him.
Even the most feisty girl wouldn't act like a shrew after a high school student was knocked down. Besides, if Old Master Song found out, Li's mother would probably be kneeling naked again for failing to discipline her daughter. So, Li Kui pulled Erlang down to kneel before Lu and Ximen Qing, begging them to keep it a secret.
Lu Junyi thought that in this situation, it was absolutely wrong to just turn around and leave. That would make the person involved think they were unwilling to keep it a secret and do something crazy. The correct approach was to extort as much as possible. Well, actually, he was just used to taking advantage of others.
In fact, he didn't do anything, just ordered the two to pose for a photo. He said it was to ward off evil spirits.
Then, Lu Junyi suggested that Ximen Qing have Wu Erlang sign an IOU for 100,000, with a two-month deadline, which was before the final exams.
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Chapter Six:
The rules of arranged marriages in wealthy families are naturally different from those in ordinary families. Arranged marriages from birth are common. The advantage of children from wealthy families is that they can control more social resources, but the disadvantage is that they lack freedom. At least in terms of marriage and employment, there is virtually no freedom. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why some officials "have or maintain improper relationships with multiple women."
National Day arrived in the blink of an eye, and Lu Junyi was assigned by his grandfather, a founding father of the Republic, to meet a girl. It was more of a meeting between two families than a meeting between the two of them, as the two children probably wouldn't even have a chance to speak. The elders didn't tell Lu Junyi who he was meeting, perhaps based on other families' experiences—boys this age are usually very rebellious. Telling them too early would be bad.
October 3rd arrived, the day agreed upon by both sets of elders. The two families met. It was a bit like playing chess; each family sent more than ten people, but neither set of elders showed up. The elders were the real players behind the scenes. Lu Junyi walked at the back, because he was the "general" of the day, and everyone wanted to save face for him while checkmating the opposing "general." He discovered that he had a lot of relatives. Uncle, Aunt, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, Three Aunts, and Uncle; the eldest in the family was Grandpa's former messenger, who later served as a regional governor. After retiring, he lived with Grandpa. Everyone in the family, except Grandpa and Grandma, called him Uncle Guan, regardless of seniority—well, Tong Guan.
A group of people arrived from the opposite direction, led by another elderly man. After the initial greetings came the tedious formalities: this person bowed to that person, that person shook hands with this person… Lu Junyi was the worst off, bowing to everyone, of course, only to the elders. The woman didn't need to. Sitting in the restaurant's private room, Lu Junyi spotted a familiar face, Song Qing. However, she didn't seem to be the main character today.
"Little Jun, this is Miss Song Jiang…"
Well, it was indeed her. Just hearing the name Song Jiang made Lu Junyi feel a deep respect. Although Song Jiang didn't know martial arts, although Song Jiang didn't understand strategy, although Song Jiang liked to play power games, although… but! Mr. Song Jiang always adhered to the core ideology of "to become an official, one must commit murder and arson to be granted amnesty," leading tens of thousands of brothers on and off the mountain in their efforts to commit murder and arson...
Since the seating arrangement was based on seniority, Lu Junyi sat at the end, separated from Song Jiang by Song Qing. Song Jiang was quite dark-skinned, but thankfully, it was a healthy wheat color. However, he was slightly darker than Song Qing. Lu Junyi had specially worn a custom-made suit for today's meeting. His custom-made shirt featured Dior cufflinks, and his red Versatile tie was simple yet respectable. In contrast, Song Jiang was more casual, with a thick braid down his back, a dark green short-sleeved t-shirt, and a relatively tight black work pants and military boots. He had a style reminiscent of Angelina Jolie in *Tomb Raider*. The elders introduced Song Jiang as 19 years old, attending Liangshan Middle School like Lu Junyi, though in her final year. Old Master Song was also a veteran, having served in the army. Song Jiang grew up in an army compound, following her father in numerous battles and transfers. She had also gained experience in the military, even practicing marksmanship and combat with a former prime minister's bodyguard.
But why didn't anyone explain why Song Qing was so normal, dressed in a snow-white dress, slightly mature yet still innocent?
The elders started asking me questions.
"Xiao Jun, what are your plans for your future work?"
"I'll follow my family's arrangements, but I'll work hard. In my opinion, I'll probably be more focused on promoting the successful transformation of the family business." The first half was arranged by the family, the second half was Lu Junyi's own interpretation. Now some of the adults in the family were getting restless. Seriously, this isn't a blind date for you. Lu Junyi cursed these pig-like teammates inwardly.
"Oh? How will you transform it?" The one asking the question was Old Master Song.
"Look, although mineral products and non-ferrous metals are constantly rising in price, there are traces of manipulation by Wall Street behind it. So, this price increase is artificial, not a natural market phenomenon. Under these circumstances, prices will eventually fall, and once they fall, it will be an exponential drop. As for transformation, I have two ideas. The first is to start from scratch and find new economic growth points. The second is to improve the technological level and extend the industrial chain, from prospecting and mining to smelting and even metal manufacturing. We should get involved in all of these."
The elders across from him whispered among themselves, and then someone asked, "What subjects does Xiao Jun like now?"
"Since the school offers them, I think every subject is important. As for what I like, I prefer English and history. Learning foreign languages allows us to learn from the West to control the West, and learning history allows us to understand our past gains and losses. So these two subjects are the foundation for using the past to serve the present and for using foreign things to serve China." Actually, he chose these two subjects because the teachers were quite good-looking. The English teacher, as mentioned before, was Mu Hong, and the history teacher was Xiao Rang, ranked 46th in Liangshan, a renowned scholar of the Earthly Star.
The elders kept asking questions until a fair-skinned, slender middle-aged woman spoke up, "My daughter, Li Kui, is your classmate. Are you familiar with each other?"
"Has this woman lost her mind? Is it your son-in-law meeting today, or your employer's? Looks like she's not doing so well lately, she's even considering changing families." The elders on both sides started whispering among themselves.
At this moment, Song Jiang interjected, "I only marry a man who can beat me, are you up to the task?"
Some elders started criticizing her, saying she wasn't demure; others laughed it off to the Lu family elders, explaining that this woman was extraordinary.
Lu Junyi was about to speak when he felt a small hand touch his, pat and squeeze it—it was Song Qing. She probably wanted to say, "You're pitiful, I sympathize with you."
Lu Junyi grabbed Song Qing's small hand and started kneading it.
"I don't usually hit women," he said, jokingly, "I even kicked her in the butt twice before the holiday because Lu Zhishen leaked a drop of semen." "However, since Miss Song has made a request, as long as the elders allow it, I don't mind Miss Song giving me some pointers."
"Alright, come on!" Song Jiang quickly stood up.
"It's cramped right now. It's the National Day holiday, so how about we go somewhere more spacious this afternoon?"
The elders chimed in, wanting to postpone the meeting to avoid embarrassment. They were actually afraid of losing face for Young Master Lu. After all, Song Jiang had few rivals in his life.
The rest of the time was spent catching up with the elders, giving Lu Junyi and Song Jiang some free time. They answered questions from the elders with relative ease. Lu Junyi had already released Song Qing's hand, but it was because his hand had slipped from under her dress and was now on her thigh. Slowly, Lu Junyi's hand reached Song Qing's panties, his little finger sliding along her inner thigh. Soon, the crotch of Song Qing's panties was slightly damp.
Seeing the opportunity, Lu Junyi slipped his little finger under her panties, teasing her sensitive nipple. To hide her expression, Song Qing kept drinking her beverage. Soon, her body began to tremble involuntarily; she had reached orgasm. Perhaps it was from drinking too much water, but Lu Junyi felt a warm current washing over his little finger. He didn't pull it out, instead inserting it even deeper into her flesh.
"I'll stop it for you. You're such a grown man and you still can't hold your pee? Aren't you ashamed?"
Song Qing's face was already flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't hold it in and could only let it flow. Luckily, she hadn't sat under her skirt, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to explain herself when she got up.
The dinner finally ended, and Lu Junyi stood up to open the door for everyone. Song Qing was the last to leave.
"139xxxxxxxxxxx, call me in the next couple of days." He then patted her little bottom.
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Chapter Seven
: The Challenge Lu Junyi had never had a woman challenge him to a fight before, but he had no choice but to comply, otherwise, he would lose face for the Lu family.
The venue wasn't a square, a military camp, or a fighting ring; both families were prominent, and they needed to be mindful of their image. Instead, they chose Lu Junyi's courtyard. It was quieter there, and besides the maid Yan Qing, no one else would bother them.
"Kneel down here. If the young lady falls, be careful to catch her. Don't hurt her; she might be your young mistress." He then kicked Yan Qing in the butt.
"Miss Song, how about we make a bet?"
"I don't like you acting like this," Song Jiang said coldly.
"Why?" Actually, Lu Junyi wasn't one to speak too bluntly.
"You dare say you didn't touch your maid?"
"Yes, I did. A maid is a maid. I touched her, she should thank me, at least her future is secure."
"Shameless! What did you just do to my sister?"
"Oh, helping someone out, nothing to mention."
"Hmph! If you beat me, I'll submit to you, give you my sister as part of your dowry, and I won't care about your philandering anymore. But if you can't beat me, I'll break all three of your legs." "
I'll add one more: if I subdue you within three moves, you'll have to strip naked and kneel in the courtyard for three hours."
"Ah—" Song Jiang had already launched a kick.
"What a cool pose!" Lu Junyi exclaimed, but Song Jiang's ankle was already in Lu Junyi's hands. He twisted it behind his back, and Song Jiang was already facing upwards. At this moment, Song Jiang turned around and tried to clamp Lu Junyi's neck with his legs.
Lu Junyi delivered a chop to the leg that was still out of control, below the knee, at the Zusanli acupoint. Then, without withdrawing his hand, he grabbed Song Jiang's belt, and with his other hand, he released her ankle, raised it high, and slapped Song Jiang's pert buttocks with a loud crack. Before Song Jiang could react, he slapped her buttocks again and again. After forty or fifty slaps, he finally put Song Jiang down.
"Are you convinced yet?"
"Slapping a woman's buttocks, what kind of skill is that?" Song Jiang's pretty face was already flushed, dark red.
"Oh? Then tell me where I can hit her?"
"Hmph!" Song Jiang charged forward again, his right hand in a long fist, his left fist clenched and hidden at his waist, ready for a second attack at any time, clearly someone who had practiced. This move seemed simple, but it actually contained many variations. If it hit, that was a given. If the opponent dodged the first punch, the right fist could immediately turn into an elbow strike to the back of the opponent's neck; if the opponent blocked the punch, the left hand hidden at the waist would come in handy.
However, Lu Junyi neither dodged nor blocked, but instead took the punch with her chest. Immediately afterward, he stepped forward, grabbed Song Jiang's waist from behind with his left hand, lifted her up, and then slapped Song Jiang's buttocks again with his right hand. No matter how much Song Jiang struggled, he didn't loosen his grip on her left hand for a moment.
"Today! I! Will! Teach! You! What! Is! To! Overpower! Ten! Techniques!" With each word, Song Jiang received another slap on the buttocks.
"Do you submit yet?"
"No!" Song Jiang stepped forward again, throwing both fists at Lu Junyi's temples.
"Wow, you even use that move?!" Without dodging, he grabbed Song Jiang's hands with both hands, using his left hand to hold her hands, and lifted her up. He raised his hand again to slap her buttocks.
"I submit!" Song Jiang shouted while kicking her legs.
But Lu Junyi still hit her. "What! You! Said! I! Can't! Hear! You!"
"I!!! Submit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Only then did Lu Junyi release her. Song Jiang quickly knelt down, "Master!"
"No, I'm your man, your grandfather's chosen grandson-in-law. If you call me Master, it'll mess up the seniority."
"I haven't met my match since I was 15. I've won the world Sanda championship, and I've fought in underground boxing. Even the bodyguards in Zhongnanhai only managed a draw with me. Since then, I've vowed to find a man stronger than me to be my master, and I'll serve him for life."
Pshaw, even if he's stronger, how could he beat the strongest fighter in Liangshan?
"I'm three years younger than you."
"It's alright, accept me." Song Jiang raised his head.
"Fine, but a bet's a bet. You'll kneel naked in the courtyard for three hours." Saying this, he went back into the house.
Early October in Songzhou was still warm, but the weather turned bad, and it started to rain.
"Young Master, should we..." Yan Qing came over and bowed.
"Should we..." Yan Qing received another slap. "Go and fetch a chair."
Yan Qing placed the chair under the eaves, and Lu Junyi sat down with an air of authority, pointing to his crotch.
Yan Qing obediently knelt between his legs and began to perform oral sex.
Song Jiang's meticulously tied hair began to fall loose, some strands hanging down his face with the rain. Goosebumps rose all over his body. His nipples, chilled by the cold, became erect. Some rainwater dripped from his nipples onto the ground. His nipples were pink, even lighter than the surrounding breasts. His pert breasts looked like a C-cup.
"Want to get up early?"
"If Master tells me to get up, I dare not not get up; if Master tells me to kneel, I dare not get up." Song Jiang's eyes were straight ahead, like a warrior before battle.
It was unclear who had brainwashed him. He really had to thank them.
"Slap yourself a hundred times, then crawl over. Hey... don't slap too fast, just one slap and say, 'Master, please discipline your disciple.'"
Honestly, Song Jiang was putting all his effort into slapping himself, each slap causing his breasts to bounce up and down. Every "Master," every "disciple," every "disciple" made Lu Junyi feel delighted.
"Finished? Come here and suck it out for your master."
Song Jiang's oral skills weren't great, but he was good at conquering. Both were spoiled brats, both were from wealthy families, haha!
The essence flowed down his face to his chin, dripped from his chin to his cleavage, and because of the rain, it quickly dripped onto the ground.
"Lick it clean."
Song Jiang sucked every drop into his mouth like a puppy and swallowed it.
Lu Junyi had Yan Qing take Song Jiang to take a hot bath. "This is your young mistress! Serve her well!"
After washing, Song Jiang tied her hair back into a bun, wearing a white shirt given to her by Lu Junyi. The sleeves were too long and rolled up several times, the hem covering her mid-thighs. She and Yan Qing knelt before Lu Junyi. However, due to the many rules of wealthy families, Yan Qing could only kneel one step behind Song Jiang.
"If you want to be an apprentice, you must first learn the art of speech, understand?"
"Disciple understands."
"Learn from Yan Qing first."
"Yes." Song Jiang turned to look at Yan Qing.
「你要向她学！你得求她教你！跪着求她！」卢俊义看起来很火大。
「师父，我只向师父下跪。再说，我也不会给一个下人跪。」
卢俊义一脚踹向她的胸脯，把她踢倒在地。「在我这里，把你那些规矩都忘了，我才是规矩。」卢俊义貌似平和，却又霸气地说。
宋江第一次流出了眼泪，旁边燕青也吓哭了，俯下身子恳求卢俊义，「奴受不起啊。」
「我说受，你就要受，你也想挨揍了？」
宋江含着泪向燕青跪拜，燕青也含着泪接受了。
「少爷喜欢开始慢慢地舔，要把卵袋也舔舔，嗯。可以含在嘴里。牙齿要分开，千万不要咬到少爷。要把肉棒全部含在嘴里。不能有呕吐感，少爷会不开心的。」燕青教的还是很仔细的。
「燕青去拿个鞭子来，少奶奶做错了就罚。」
啪！ "Please take it all in your mouth, young mistress." *
Slap!* "Please learn to adapt, young mistress, don't lift your head." *
Slap!* "Even if it's hard, you're not allowed to spit it out even a little bit." *
Slap!*
Song Jiang learned quite quickly. In just a while, Lu Junyi became comfortable.
"Young master's expression means you want it deeper."
"Young master is like this because he wants you to use your tongue."
*Slap!* "Young mistress, you're wrong."
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Next, Lu Junyi prepared to deflower Song Jiang. Song Jiang was definitely a woman who enjoyed being abused; her lower body was already soaking wet. Of course, she wasn't a woman who was particularly wet, but the wetness was enough for Lu Junyi's large member to enter.
"Go lick your young mistress."
Yan Qing knelt between Song Jiang's legs and started licking from the clitoris. After just a few licks, the clitoris swelled up. Song Jiang's clitoris was relatively large, almost the size of a broad bean after swelling. Then, Yan Qing inserted her tongue deep into the vaginal opening.
"Clean your young mistress's anus as well." Lu Junyi gave unsolicited instructions from the side.
Yan Qing then focused her attention on the anus. But Song Jiang was unusually nervous, his buttocks clenched tightly.
"Please relax your back, young mistress." Yan Qing slowly inserted her tongue into his anus.
Lu Junyi saw that the time was right, dragged Song Jiang to the bedside, and inserted his penis into her vulva while standing on the ground.
"So tight." Because Song Jiang had practiced martial arts since childhood, her hymen had long since disappeared, but her lower body was still as tight as a virgin's, gripping Lu Junyi so tightly that he could hardly pull out. But Lu Junyi was unusually gentle, and did not thrust quickly.
"Go lick your young mistress's nipples." Song Jiang had never received such treatment before, and immediately began to moan incessantly.
"Go kiss your young mistress." Lu Junyi seemed to find it noisy.
Song Jiang never expected that his first kiss would end up with a maid, but he was used to Lu Junyi's unreasonable behavior.
Lu Junyi released his hands from Song Jiang's calves, grabbed Song Jiang's right breast with his left hand, and reached for Yan Qing's left breast, who was kneeling beside him, with his right hand. Comparing the two, "Yan Qing's is bigger and softer."
Hearing himself being compared to a servant and even outshone, Song Jiang's tears welled up again.
Lu Junyi, enraged, unleashed the power of his Qilin Spear, increasing its speed. Simultaneously, he gripped the two women's breasts tighter and tighter, eliciting seductive moans from them, whether from pleasure or pain, it was unclear.
Soon, Song Jiang began to convulse, reaching climax. Lu Junyi then pulled Yan Qing over and thrust deeply into her. After a few moments, Yan Qing could only moan softly, unable to move further.
Lu Junyi discovered he still preferred Yan Qing's plump buttocks; each thrust revealed ripples of flesh. Watching, Lu Junyi lost control, pulling out and ejaculating onto Yan Qing's fleshy buttocks.
"Go and eat all that I shot," Lu Junyi commanded Song Jiang.
Song Jiang had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life; first, he had to kneel before a servant, then kiss a servant, and now he had to lick a servant's buttocks. She blushed deeply, her face turning a deep rosy red. But she did as she was told. Then, Song Jiang began to envy those plump, smooth buttocks. So soft and smooth, they felt far more comfortable than his own muscles.
Lu Junyi's phone rang; it was Song Qing. It seemed the girl had been thinking about it since noon.
"I'm at your door," Song Qing said, sounding happy.
"How did you find me?"
"I asked Teacher Mu Hong for the address," Song Qing said smugly.
"I'll go open the door," Lu Junyi said, hanging up.
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"Wow, am I late?" Song Qing asked, looking at the two naked women on the bed.
"You got my sister so quickly? You're amazing!" Song Qing was pleased, not angry.
"Get up and call her Second Young Mistress." "Greetings,
Second Young Mistress!" Yan Qing scrambled to her feet and knelt on the ground. One hand covered her breasts, the other her lower abdomen.
"Why are you hiding things when you're both women?" Song Qing said, pulling Yan Qing's hand away.
"Wow, it's huge! What did you feed her?" Song Qing turned to Lu Junyi with an innocent look.
"It," Lu Junyi pointed to his crotch.
"Hmph, you bad person!"
"Sister, you must follow the rules." Song Jiang forced herself to stand up, somewhat displeased to see her sister speaking so brazenly to the master she served so respectfully.
"Sister, you've already sided with me so quickly, Young Master Jun, you're really something."
"Your sister has already lost the bet to me, you don't need to call me Young Master Jun anymore." Lu Junyi's face was flushed.
"Sister, when did you start making decisions for me?" It seemed the two sisters weren't on the same page.
"It's the elders' idea. Do you think the Song family is still as powerful as before? Why do you think the Song family is in such a hurry to send me away?" Song Jiang argued.
"Then why treat me like an accessory? Even if we marry together, I want to be the eldest young mistress!" Song Qing had truly been raised in a pampered environment and couldn't stand being wronged.
"Hey, hey, this is the Lu mansion. You two are the young mistresses of the Lu family, shouldn't you listen to me?" Lu Junyi felt it was his turn to step in.
"Young Master Jun, just let me be the older one, okay? I'll definitely be more obedient than my sister, and I'll be more feminine than her, unlike her tomboyish self." Song Qing's coquettishness was absolutely devastating.
"Good girl, listen to me, give the older one to your sister, and I'll spoil you more in the future. Look, we're even in the same class."
"Hmph, we're in the same class and you've never even glanced at me. Today you've touched me all over."
"Isn't it because you're dressed beautifully today?"
"You mean I'm not usually pretty?"
"No way, you're the prettiest, haha." Lu Junyi started to use his silver tongue.
"Hmph, do you even know anything about aesthetics? If you know anything about aesthetics, why are you playing around with Fatty Lu all day long?"
"How do you know?"
"It's all because of that big mouth of Pan Jinlian."
"Don't you two not get along?"
"It's because she slept with Ximen Qing, trying to get closer to us. She doesn't even look at herself."
"Xiao Qing, why is your mouth so wicked?" Song Jiang couldn't stand it anymore.
"Sister, it's none of your business. If you're going to interfere, at least cover up your dark breasts first, okay?"
"Apologize to your sister, or I'll kick you out." Lu Junyi was unhappy. He wouldn't allow anyone to bully his woman, not even his own woman.
"Young Master Jun, you're biased. It's because my sister gave herself to you. I'll give myself to you too, okay? You can spoil me from now on."
Saying this, she unzipped the back of her white dress. After it was loosened, the dress slid to the ground, revealing her beautiful figure, like a newly sprouted flower bud. Her collarbone was prominent, and her breasts below were like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, filling her pink A-cup bra. There wasn't an ounce of fat around her waist, and her legs were long and slender. Her wheat-colored skin indicated that its owner was healthy and energetic.
"Hey, what's your name? Come here and lick down there for the young mistress." She called out to Yan Qing. "Hey, hey, be gentle .
Your young mistress is still a virgin." Yan Qing had just climaxed, and his mouth was a little dry.
"Young master, husband, I'm ready." Song Qing's seductive skills were still quite good; her legs crossed, revealing glimpses of her pubic hair. "Sister, please lick your husband, I beg you..." The girl brazenly acted as if she were the mistress of the house.
Song Jiang sighed, opened his mouth and took Lu Junyi's penis into his mouth, teasing it with the techniques he had just learned. Soon, Lu Junyi's virility returned, his seven-inch golden spear pressing against the second young lady's jade gate. Since the second young mistress was disobedient, let the divine spear teach her a lesson. Lu Junyi
thrust his waist, his penis already halfway in, causing the second young mistress to burst into tears from the pain. After a brief pause, the other half also invaded the enemy camp. Then he began a vigorous conquest. Song Qing's voice was indeed sweet. Lu Junyi was happy to hear it, and naturally his movements became even more vigorous.
"Sister... Sister, save me... It's my fault, I shouldn't... I shouldn't have been so childish with you, sister..." Little did he know that Song Jiang had also just lost her virginity, and had no strength left to rescue her ally. The second shot is often the most intense. But Song Qing couldn't hold on for long and started begging Yan Qing again.
"Little chubby girl... come here quickly... your young mistress can't take it anymore... no, sister, you're the older one, the second young mistress can't take it anymore, come help me..."
Lu Junyi became more and more excited as he listened, and his waist and back thrust even harder. Song Qing's labia turned outwards, and a few strands of virgin blood mixed with surging lustful fluid flowed onto the bed. The lustful fluid increased, almost like incontinence.
Lu Junyi discovered that Song Qing was indeed worthy of being Song Jiang's sister, and also had a full nipple. He grabbed Song Jiang from the side and made her lick the nipple. He then inserted himself into Yan Qing's vulva. This lick became the last straw that broke the second young mistress's back. Song Qing lost control of her bladder again, soaking her sister's head and face. Seeing this scene, Lu Junyi could no longer hold back and once again completely overwhelmed Yan Qing, but this time he ejaculated inside her body.
After a period of chaos, Lu Junyi took the three women to bathe; more precisely, Yan Qing served the three masters—one man and two women—while bathing. Finally, the three lay on the bed, with Yan Qing naturally sleeping on the lower maid's bed. Song Qing, still somewhat domineering, nestled against Lu Junyi's chest, saying, "Husband, you're so amazing." She then fell into a deep sleep, leaving Lu Junyi and Song Jiang exchanging a knowing smile.
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Chapter Seven After National Day
The National Day holiday was five days long, and Lu Junyi spent the last three rolling around on women. This month after the holiday, there were two major events. The first was the election of class officers, and the second was a basketball tournament between the first-year high school classes.
The election of class officers was unremarkable; interested students gave speeches, and then everyone voted. The students were generally enthusiastic. Pan Jinlian gave an exceptionally long speech, nearly ten minutes long, describing her vision of becoming class monitor, which drew boos from the audience, except for the Wu brothers who applauded enthusiastically. After three reminders from Teacher Mu Hong, Pan Jinlian finally stopped her performance.
Lu Junyi and Hu Sanniang didn't participate in the speech, yet they received the most votes. It seems playing cool is a useful tactic. Lu Junyi relinquished the class monitor position to Hu Sanniang, requesting to become vice-monitor himself, and promised to lead everyone in basketball training and matches. Hu Sanniang was responsible for the logistical support for the matches, such as class funds, team uniforms, and drinks and medicine during the games.
Lu Junyi's class was Class 3 of the first year of high school, a humanities class (the science and humanities tracks had already been chosen upon enrollment). The class had a total of 42 students, 11 boys and 31 girls. Humanities classes have always been at a disadvantage in activities like basketball, which rely heavily on boys. There were only four students in the class who were decent at basketball. The rest were either short and stocky like Wu Da or weak and frail like Wu Er. Later, with the school leadership's approval, Class 3 could have one girl fill the spot. However, even then, they didn't have enough players to make substitutions.
According to Lu Junyi's original idea, he wanted Lu Zhishen to play, but her ample bosom was too much of a hindrance, making even running a problem; she couldn't even see her toes when she looked down. So, she had to say goodbye to basketball. The final choice was Sun Erniang. It was a case of overcorrection; they eliminated the busty girl but included a flat-chested one. Sun Erniang proved herself capable. At 1.68 meters tall, her jumping ability was excellent; she could almost reach the rim, surpassing the other two boys besides Lu Junyi and Ximen Qing. She was also fast and dribbled steadily. Furthermore, her 170cm weight gave her a significant advantage, preventing her from being easily knocked away like most girls. And so, the Class 3 basketball team was formed. As captain, Lu Junyi generously sponsored Nike jerseys and shoes for everyone. In addition, the other students, acting as cheerleaders, also received jerseys and could have the numbers and names of their supported players printed on the back. As a result, 21 out of the 30 girls in the cheerleading squad had "ljy" (Lu Junyi) printed on their backs, and another nine had "xmq" (Ximen Qing). The seven boys who weren't on stage all had "sen" (Sun Erniang) printed on their backs, to show their support for the heroine.
Every day after school at 5 PM, Lu Junyi would organize an hour of training for his team, covering everything from basic skills to tactics. During each training session, girls from his class would help by bringing water and towels, making the training relatively easy for the team members. However, there was a downside: girls would often argue over who should bring water and wipe sweat for Lu Junyi or Ximen Qing. In comparison, due to Song Qing's presence, fewer girls argued for Lu Junyi.
Even so, arguments still occurred. The two involved were Song Qing and Hu Sanniang. Hu Sanniang, considering herself the class monitor, felt obligated to help her classmates and naturally offered to serve the captain after the competition, calling it "giving a key lesson." Song Qing, however, was very unhappy about this, and the two argued several times, even requiring Lu Junyi to stop training to mediate. Finally, the story ends with Song Qing's buttocks swelling after she gets home. Her service to Lu Junyi was also stopped, the reason being, "If you can use someone else's things, don't use your own," which finally brought a smile to Miss Song's face. From then on, the class monitor became the captain's servant, often receiving a back massage after training, much to the envy of the boys and girls in the class.
Sun Erniang was the most hardworking in training; after each session, she would practice for over an hour, and her dribbling and shooting skills improved significantly. Her teammates trained with even more enthusiasm, always dreaming of being treated to free meals, drinks, and gambling at her family's "Shizipo Club" after winning the championship. Sun Erniang also chatted with the male teammates about risqué topics without hesitation. However, Sun Erniang often consulted Lu Junyi during training about whether her body could compete with the strong men from other classes. Over time, the two became quite familiar.
"Young Master Jun, do you think I can do it?"
"Lower your body a little more. Hmm, lower your buttocks a bit more." Lu Junyi corrected her posture.
Today was Saturday, and the two should have been in class for extra lessons. However, because the basketball tournament was about to start, the athletes from each class eagerly used this as an excuse to play. By noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the lingering summer heat was intense. Most of the group had dispersed. Only Erniang and Lu Junyi remained from their group.
"Let's go eat?" Lu Junyi invited the girl.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Steak, my treat."
"Wow, you can eat so much!" Lu Junyi exclaimed, watching Erniang devour three steaks and two pizzas. Being a tomboy is something few can do. Just one thing—rolling steak in pizza—which of those self-proclaimed girls could do that?
"I just got a lot of exercise this morning. Besides, there's no one else here."
Lu Junyi was taken aback. Did she mean she considered him one of her own?
"Oh, don't overthink it. I meant there was no one else."
It was the same thing.
"Never mind, I won't say anything more." Erniang ordered another pasta dish.
"I heard you're with Song Qing?"
"Yeah, it's my family's idea." Lu Junyi didn't elaborate.
"Oh dear, it's all about matching social status! You men just love women with slim waists and long legs. Someone like me with a big butt, thick legs, and flat chest, I'll never get married."
"How could that be? You're still young, don't think too much. In five or ten years, you'll grow up, won't you? Besides, just exercise more, and you'll lose weight, right?"
"Forget it. My mom's almost forty, and she's tried so many breast enhancement pills and folk remedies over twenty years, both oral and topical, but she's still flat like me. It's genetics, it doesn't work. Besides, I played basketball to lose weight, but my butt just got bigger. People outside think I'm in my thirties."
"Well, maybe some people like your figure."
"Come on, stop comforting me. I know myself too well. Once I forgot my car keys and took the bus to school. Good heavens, the seats couldn't even fit my butt. I was sitting on one and a half seats all by myself. Everyone looked at me with pity and disdain, and some even whispered for me to buy another ticket. The bus was packed that day, and no one sat next to me."
"Really? Pretty high-profile, huh? Come on, stand up and turn around so I can see."
"Inside a restaurant, what would that look like? I'm not going." Even a tomboy is still a woman. "
It's okay, we're buddies. Stand up and let me see."
Helpless, Sun Erniang had no choice but to stand up and face Lu Junyi with her back to him. Actually, during the few days they played basketball, Lu Junyi had noticed that Sun Erniang had a big butt, but he hadn't looked at it much. After she mentioned it, he took a closer look, and it really was quite exaggeratedly big. Logically speaking, Sun Erniang was a chubby girl, but from behind, she had the appearance of a slim waist and a perky butt, provided there was no reference point next to her. But a restaurant is, after all, a crowded place. A waiter walked by and looked only half the size of the second aunt. Lu Junyi couldn't help but sigh. The second aunt's buttocks were big and perky, and they trembled as she walked, as if she were carrying two water bags.
"See? I can barely buy clothes anymore. Even though my waist is only 2.6 feet, my hips are 150 centimeters... I have to get them made by a tailor. Actually, my family took me on a blind date a few days ago, hoping to arrange a marriage with a wealthy family. But the young master was stunned when he saw me and absolutely refused."
"There's an old saying, 'Buy a cow with a big ass, marry a wife with a big butt,' which is very true. It's humanity's most primal desire."
"Come on, my ex-boyfriend was 20 years old. He claimed to like women with big butts, and he always got hard when we kissed. This summer we went on a trip, and I was ready to give myself to him, but as soon as I took off my clothes, he went soft and couldn't get hard. I had to play some porn for him to get hard, and even then, he kept his eyes closed and didn't even touch me."
"What's wrong, are you being a slut?"
"His family's powerful, he even complained I'm fat. Fat and no breasts, he said I look like a man from the front and a sow from the back. If his family weren't more powerful than mine, I'd beat him to death."
"Whose son is he?"
"The son of Secretary Gao Qiu of the Municipal Party Committee."
"Damn!"
"You know him?"
"No."
"Then why are you so angry?"
"Nothing, just saying. By the way, you're about the same size as Lu Zhishen, so why does everyone in class call him Fatty Lu, and nobody says you're fat?" "
How can our backgrounds be the same? These days, people laugh at poverty but not prostitution. In ancient times, I'd be considered a low-class person, incomparable to workers and farmers. These days, the number of workers and farmers my dad made homeless could circle the city."
"You're underestimating me."
"Damn!" It was Sun Erniang's turn to explode.
"Hey, hey, girls shouldn't be so always talking about sex, sooner or later you'll be the one getting fucked."
"..."
"How about we play pool this afternoon?" Lu Junyi invited.
"If you want to see me bend over, just say so. Why go play pool? Is there a prize?"
"Tell me."
"If I win, you play DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) with me.
" "And if I win?" Lu Junyi asked with interest.
"Don't say anything about wanting to see my body. You won't be interested. Even if you are now, you'll lose interest after seeing it." Sun Erniang's cunning revealed a hint of melancholy.
"How about this, if I win, you dance DDR naked for me."
"I don't want to be naked in public!" Erniang's face flushed slightly, whether from embarrassment or anger was unclear.
"Hehe, I have one at home."
"Really? I've never heard you mention it before. When did you buy it?"
"I'll buy it later."
"..."
"I have one more condition."
"What?"
"Wear high heels when you dance."
"Tch, I grew up on DDR."
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The competition result was naturally a resounding victory for Young Master Lu.
After ordering the dance machine, Lu Junyi took Sun Erniang to buy a pair of green high heels with 15-centimeter heels. This 15 centimeters was the real deal, the kind without a platform. In other words, Erniang had to stand on tiptoe. Walking was still fairly stable. However, the range of her hip movements had increased considerably.
Next to the dance machine, Sun Erniang asked Lu Junyi again, "Young Master Jun, are you sure you want to see me take off my clothes? Be careful, it might make you sick."
"Take them off! I don't believe in this nonsense." Lu Junyi looked brave.
Sun Erniang started by taking off her pants, and the first thing that came into view was naturally her magnificent buttocks. Lu Junyi's first impression wasn't just that she was fleshy or fat, but rather greasy. Fat and greasy differ by only one word, but the feeling is completely different. Fat often carries an attraction, a primal human fascination. Greasy, on the other hand, is that feeling right now, as if the fat and oil in her body are about to overflow. If Lu Junyi were a pretty boy, he probably would have vomited, but he wasn't. What he wanted most right now was to take a big, hard bite into that greasy, fat buttocks.
Then came her thighs. Admittedly, Erniang's thighs were thinner than Lu Zhishen's, but only slightly thinner. The only flaw was the hair on her thighs and calves, not dense, but women's leg hair is always disliked.
"Regret it now? I told you, no man would like my body," Sun Erniang said with a smile, but her voice carried a hint of melancholy and helplessness. "Want to take more off?"
"Yes." It's already like this, how much worse can it get? Consider it compensated dating, Lu Junyi thought.
Taking off her top, Lu Junyi discovered she wasn't wearing a bra, but her skin was flat, so there was no need for one. Of course, it wasn't completely flat; she was just a little chubby, like a little boy. Her nipples seemed undeveloped, not even pink, just a shade darker than her skin tone. And, comparatively, her stomach was much fatter. Seeing her stomach, Lu Junyi realized this girl had incredibly thick pubic hair, reaching all the way up to her navel. Of course, the pubic hair on her lower abdomen wasn't as dense, just a thin line, but it was still beyond his expectations.
"Lots of hair, isn't it ugly? I used to just think I had too much hair, so I shaved it off, but who knew it would grow back faster and faster?" The second aunt showed no embarrassment or shame, as if it were none of her business, like saying "your cabbage leaf isn't tender enough" at a market.
"Hmm, it is quite ugly. Do you still shave?"
"I stopped a long time ago. I'm afraid it will grow like a gorilla's down there."
"Hmm, then let's go to the bathroom, I'll shave you." Lu Junyi grinned slyly.
"No way, it'll be prickly if it grows back." Sun Erniang turned her body to the side, covering her pubic hair with her hands, but countless hairs still peeked out from between her fingers and around her hands.
Lu Junyi grabbed Erniang's ear and dragged her to the bathroom.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Erniang cried out in pain, her fat face scrunched up.
"How can you listen if it doesn't hurt? Let's go!"
In the bathroom, Lu Junyi was holding a Parkered Gerazor razor and gesturing with it. He had bought this razor when he went to America last time, but he rarely used it himself because it wasn't a T-shaped razor, but a folding one, and it was too sharp.
Sun Erniang looked terrified; after all, having a sharp knife hovering over her private parts wasn't a pleasant experience. "No, I'm afraid it will hurt." "
It's alright, I'll be careful."
"No, can you put some soap on? I always shave like that."
"So many quirks." Reluctantly, Lu Junyi had to wet the soap and prepare to begin.
"Hey, spread your legs."
"Okay."
"Wow, your genitals are so tender!"
"Yeah, I've only used it once."
(The End)

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