Lü Bu (01~07)

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Chapter 1

The winter of the fourth year of Jian'an was bitterly cold. The northwest wind whipped across faces like knives, and withered branches creaked weakly
in their final struggle. Under the gloomy sky, snowflakes fell in a flurry, leaving the entire world a pale white.

The south gate of Xiapi was somewhat unusual; this section of the city wall, about a thousand paces long, was entirely built of black stones, except
for the white gate tower in the middle of this wide wall. The locals habitually called this gate tower the White Gate Tower.

Kneeling on the city wall was a man, a burly man, a typical seven-foot tall northerner. He knelt there,
head bowed, long hair hanging down from his ears, covering his face, still stained with blood. The man's eyes were tightly closed, his body
seemingly trembling slightly, as the flurry of snowflakes slowly covered his body.

"Husband, husband," the man seemed to hear that familiar and gentle call in his ear. He slowly opened
his eyes.

"Husband, husband," the gentle voice seemed to be right beside him, yet he couldn't grasp it, could
n't hold onto it. The man slightly raised his head, exhaled, and murmured "Diao Chan."

Back then, he was the renowned Flying General, the Marquis of Wen, personally bestowed by His Majesty. At that time, wielding his halberd
and riding his Red Hare, he was so full of vigor and ambition, always believing he could achieve earth-shattering
feats.

Later, for the sake of a beauty, he acted rashly, killing a traitor in five steps. Then, he and Wang Situ protected His Majesty,
fighting a bloody battle against the rebels Li and Guo in Chang'an. Unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain. Wang Situ perished in Chang'an, His Majesty fell into the lion's den again, and he alone
escaped.

After escaping Chang'an, he first sought refuge with Yuan Shu, but was expelled due to the poor discipline of his troops. He then joined Yuan Shao,
but his arrogance and success incurred Yuan Shao's displeasure. He could only seek refuge with Zhang Yang in Hanoi, where his once soaring ambition
slowly faded. Sometimes he wondered if he hadn't accepted Zhang Miao's invitation and hadn't come to Yanzhou
, would he still be living a peaceful life in Hanoi?

No, he shook his head. He was the renowned Flying General, destined to die on the battlefield. Even
if he could do it all over again, he would still follow the same path, but…

"Diao Chan…"

The man raised his head, looking up at the gloomy sky, letting the snowflakes slowly fall on his face, melting and
dripping down his cheeks. His thoughts, like those water droplets, drifted back to the past. "

My name is Lü Bu, from Wuyuan County, Bingzhou. Because of my bravery, I was chosen by Ding Yuan, the governor of Bingzhou, and adopted as his son." Before
that, my father and I lived on the grasslands. My mother was a Xiongnu, and I have half Xiongnu blood
, so I was always looked down upon. They were respectful to me in public, but behind my back they called me a barbarian. I knew
they were only respectful because of my status as the adopted son of a governor. But I didn't care; I had my halberd and my horse, that was enough
.

At that time, I hadn't yet come of age and spent my days practicing martial arts and competing. Because of our similar personalities, I met
Zhang Liao and Gao Shun. Every day, we rode across the grasslands, loudly discussing our ideals.

"Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, I will one day be like the Marquis of Champion, expanding the territory of our Han Dynasty!" I
shouted, holding up my wooden spear, sitting on my horse, to Zhang Liao and Gao Shun beside me.

"If that day ever comes, then I, Zhang Liao, will follow you by your side, serving as your vanguard." Zhang Liao was
very cheerful; he could always connect with those around him and sometimes even offer me advice, although most of the
time it was bad advice.

"Shun is the same." If Zhang Liao was a passionate flame, then Gao Shun was a cold iceberg
. To be honest, having known Gao Shun for so long, I don't think I've ever seen him smile. But I know he just keeps
his passion hidden in his heart.

Finally, when I turned fifteen, my adoptive father came to tell me that he would perform my coming-of-age ceremony, which meant I had
come of age and could marry.

On the day of the ceremony, my adoptive father gave me a courtesy name—Fengxian. I curiously asked him what Fengxian meant.
My adoptive father patted my shoulder and said, "By the mandate of Heaven, dare to be the first."

By the mandate of Heaven, dare to be the first. It seems that I never lived up to those eight words until my death.

The day after the ceremony, my adoptive father arranged a marriage for me. My bride was the daughter of the powerful Yan family in Jinyang. Before this,
I only had two friends. Suddenly, I had a wife. I was like a child, at a loss, yet
filled with longing.

On my wedding day, I was forced to drink a lot of alcohol; I felt like I'd never drunk so much in my life. Finally
, after the banquet ended, I stumbled towards the bridal chamber, eager to see my wife, whom I'd never met before.

The bridal chamber was beautifully decorated, with bright red "double happiness" characters pasted on the walls, a bright red brocade curtain,
a bed covered in red envelopes, a bright red quilt, and the bride in a red wedding dress and a red veil.

The bride was beautiful; that was my first impression when I lifted the veil. Beneath her smooth forehead were delicate, pale
eyebrows, and below her small, exquisite nose were thin lips. She had her head down, and
traces of tears still lingered on her flushed face. Was she homesick?

Madam Yan stood up, her head bowed, and gently unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the
muscular physique I'd developed from years of martial arts training. She gently stroked my chest, seemingly lost in thought. I looked at her, somewhat confused, wondering
what she wanted to do.

Madam Yan withdrew her hand, stood up, and began to undress. The wedding dress was truly beautiful—a bright red
brocade robe with gold trim, embroidered with two mandarin ducks lying with their necks intertwined on the chest, and a red sash with silver trim around her waist
, accentuating her slender and alluring figure.

I sat beside her, watching her undress in a daze, until she was only wearing a red bodice. Madam Yan blushed and
burrowed into the quilt, whispering, "Please, my husband, have mercy on me."

I stared at her, until a sudden surge of desire welled up within me, a primal, animalistic urge.
As if guided by instinct, I pressed myself against her, kissing her face all over. When I finally touched that
soft spot, Madam Yan let out a soft moan, her lips parting slightly, and my tongue frantically plunged inside, entwining fiercely with hers
.

Yan seemed to enjoy this tenderness. She reached behind my head, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed
my head down until we were both breathless.

I released Yan's lips, leaned forward, and took a slight breath, looking at her beneath me. She was wearing a bright
red bodice, her breasts high and firm. I reached out and gently grasped those two towering breasts, slowly
kneading them. Yan seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes and moaning softly.

I leaned down again, and we became entangled once more. In the midst of this entanglement, I untied her bodice, revealing
a color that made my head spin.

Yan's body was very white, and the small red nipple on her snow-white breast was irresistible. I
moved my head down and took that nipple into my mouth. Yan let out a soft moan and pressed my head down forcefully with both hands
. My tongue teased the cherry nipple relentlessly, occasionally giving it a light bite, eliciting soft gasps from Madam Yan.
I also kneaded her other breast with my hands, sometimes gently rubbing the nipple, sometimes giving it a light pull, sometimes pinching
and rubbing it lightly between two fingers. The two nipples stood erect, hard and firm. I had never touched a woman
's body before; perhaps it was a man's innate instinct.

Lost in my own world, I played with Madam Yan's breasts. Her face grew increasingly red, her eyes began to glaze over,
and her skin gradually flushed. Suddenly, Madam Yan hugged me tightly, her lower body arching and pressing against me, letting out a
long, almost sobbing moan.

I was instinctively startled, wondering if she was ill. Just as I was about to ask, I saw Madam Yan's body
go limp again, lying on the bed with her eyes closed and silent.

"Madam, are you alright?" I asked tentatively in a low voice.

"My lord, I'm fine, I just felt too good. I... I... I wet myself..." Yan's
voice trailed off, until finally she blushed and stopped talking altogether.

"What happened to your lower body? Are you hurt?" I asked anxiously.

But no matter how I asked, Yan remained silent, her face still flushed. Finally, seeing how anxious I was,
she whispered that she had wet herself.

(Many years later, Yan and I would still recall this scene, and Yan would still blush and chuckle softly.
But now I can no longer see her.)

When I heard Yan say she had wet herself, I was stunned. I had only ever heard of the wedding night being the most blissful
time of life, never of bedwetting.

Yan sat up, intending to change her underpants before serving me. I grabbed her and, as if possessed,
slipped my hand inside her underpants.

Yan cried out in surprise, trying to pull my hand away, but it was too late. I had already touched her genitals
and felt my hand covered in a sticky liquid. Behind this sticky liquid, I touched that most mysterious part of her body.

I suddenly felt excited, a feeling different from before, like a child about to get
something they've always dreamed of, like when I was three years old and my father said he would teach me martial arts. I had that same excitement that night.

I told Yan to take off her underpants, but she refused, saying they were too dirty and she needed to change
before serving me. Impatient, I picked Yan up and quickly pulled off her underpants. Then
, that mysterious part of her body appeared before me unexpectedly.

I always remembered the first pony my father gave me when I was five, the little
wooden gun he made for me when I was eight, and the halberd my adoptive father had made for me by the best blacksmith in Jinyang City the night before my coming-of-age ceremony
. Now, all of that vanished from my mind. Before my eyes, in my brain, only
this object before me remained, suffocating me.

I gently stroked it, caressing the patch of grass around it, feeling every
crevice, every fold. I looked at the tiny slit hidden by two petals, then gently rubbed
the small bumps above the petals. Yan let out a soft cry, her body going limp again.

I parted the two petals, revealing the thin slit in the middle. I peeled back the slit,
revealing tender pink flesh inside. I tentatively inserted my finger, but Yan grabbed my hand.

"Husband, don't use your finger."

"Then what?" I scratched my head.

Yan chuckled, then pointed to my lower body.

My lower body was already erect, but I was clueless as to why. Now, with Yan's prompting,
it became even harder.

I stripped off all my clothes, aimed my penis at Yan's vulva, and then slightly thrust forward,
only to slip off course. The next few times were the same. Frustrated, I said to Yan, "My lady's
vulva is so small, and my penis is so big. What should I do? Will I hurt you?"

Yan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Husband, just insert your penis. I can take it."

With that, Yan gently grasped my penis and slowly guided it into her vulva. The
sudden warmth made me involuntarily groan.

Madam Yan released her grip, closed her eyes, and said shyly, "Husband, just keep thrusting hard, don't worry about me."

I asked curiously, "How do you know so much, Madam?"

Madam Yan blushed and replied, "Daughters of wealthy families like ours are taught
some bedroom arts by a maid before marriage, just to prepare for things like today."

I smiled, then tried to insert my penis a little deeper. Madam Yan groaned, her brows furrowing tightly
.

I quickly stopped. Seeing that I had stopped, Madam Yan indicated that I didn't need to worry about her, just keep thrusting.

Actually, I was already burning with desire and wanted to start thrusting violently immediately, but seeing Madam Yan in so
much pain, I could only move slightly within a very small range.

As I slowly thrust, Madam Yan's pain seemed to gradually lessen, and then she began to moan softly.
Seeing that she was no longer in pain, I began to exert my strength, each time going all the way in, pulling out with only half of my penis stuck
at the entrance of her vagina, and then thrusting in again with heavy force, all the way to the bottom.

At first, Yan's pained brows furrowed, then she groaned softly, then cried out loudly, and finally, she
could only lie there and weakly hum a couple of times.

That night, I held on for an hour, and Yan ejaculated three times.

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