Pan Jinlian abuses Ximen Qing

On the day Pan Jinlian abused Ximen Qing

, Ximen Qing, wearing a large floral crane cloak and waving a folding paper fan, secretly went to Wang Po's teahouse to meet with Pan Jinlian. Soon, Pan Jinlian arrived as promised. Today, Pan Jinlian was dressed exceptionally beautifully. Her hair was adorned with pearls and jade, and her hair was styled in two phoenix hairpins. Her fair and delicate face was lightly rouged like a peach blossom. Beneath her slender, curved eyebrows, her almond eyes were full of affection, and her cherry-red lips seemed to whisper sweet nothings. She wore a white lotus-silk fairy dress with a blue gauze overlay. Her soft breasts swayed like raindrops falling into a peony flower. Her lower body was dressed in a purple silk skirt with green patterns. Her slender waist exuded the fullness of spring. Her delicate body reclined slightly, and bees and butterflies danced around her. With light steps, a hundred flowers bloomed.
Seeing Pan Jinlian enter the room, Ximen Qing hurriedly stood up and pulled her into his arms. "My darling, I've missed you so much!" he said, his tongue sliding down her slender, white neck.
Jinlian gently pushed Ximen Qing away. "Hmph! It's not you who misses me, sir. If you did, why haven't you come to see me these past few days?" Jinlian pouted and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Ximen Qing, speaking sweetly.
"Oh! My wife, what are you saying? I went to the county to order some medicinal herbs these past few days, so I haven't been able to see you. Heh! Heh! Have you missed me?" Ximen Qing sat down beside Jinlian, turning her shoulder with his hand and asking with a smile.
"I didn't miss you at all!" Although Jinlian said this, she had already nestled her neck into Ximen Qing's embrace. Pan Jinlian was usually arrogant and domineering towards Wu Dalang at home, but she was tender and affectionate towards Ximen Qing.
As the two were talking, Granny Wang pushed open the door and came in carrying a food box. She opened the box and took out a pot of liquor, two wine cups, four dishes, and two pairs of chopsticks, which Ximen Qing had asked Granny Wang to buy.
"Granny Wang, why don't you have a drink or two?" Ximen Qing said politely to Granny Wang.
"No, no! I have to go about my business, so I won't keep you company. You and Jinlian enjoy your meal!" Granny Wang said with a smile, picked up the empty food box, closed the door, and went downstairs.
After drinking a few cups of wine, the two embraced and fell onto the bed, preparing for their tryst. Ximen Qing opened Jinlian's bodice, revealing a pair of full, white breasts. He opened his mouth and sucked on one nipple, licking and gently biting it, while pressing and kneading the other, teasing Jinlian until she gasped softly. He then ran his hand down her abdomen to her thighs. Jinlian raised her jade-like wrist and pushed Ximen Qing away, saying, "My lord, do you want to be my mistress for a fleeting moment, or my wife for life?"
"Of course, my wife for life. Why do you ask this today, my little darling? Have I been away for a few days and you've become too aroused?" Ximen Qing lewdly chuckled and teased, gently pinching Jinlian's nipple.
"Since my lord is sincere, he should marry me sooner rather than later, lest the rumors continue to spread." Jinlian then recounted to Ximen Qing how she had taught Yun Ge a lesson in this room after Wang Po overheard his gossip outside. Ximen Qing clapped his hands in admiration after hearing it!
"That's nothing, the best is yet to come!" Jinlian recounted how she had humiliated Wu Dalang at home, leaving Ximen Qing stunned.
"Wife, let me try too!" Ximen Qing seemed to be pleading with Jinlian. For playboys like Ximen Qing and Hua Zixu, the more exciting and novel the thing, the more it piqued their interest, especially in this male-dominated feudal society. Conversely, wouldn't it be the greatest pleasure to be ruled and humiliated by a beautiful woman? As the saying goes, "I'd rather die under the flowers, even as a ghost, I'd be romantic!"
"How dare I! My lord is so noble," Jinlian said with a coquettish laugh.
"I'm sincere, if you don't believe me, wife!" Ximen Qing knelt on the bed and kowtowed to Jinlian, making her giggle incessantly.
"I'm afraid that in the end, my lord will lose his temper and become enraged. What will I do then?"
"Don't worry, my lady. If I regret it, may I be torn apart by five horses and die a horrible death!"
"Alright then! Let me demonstrate for my lord first."
Jinlian made Ximen Qing get off the bed and sit on a stool. She took off her clothes on the bed, revealing her snow-white body. Jinlian spread her two pink legs and straddled the high-raised quilt. One jade hand was on her waist. She swayed her fragrant buttocks back and forth on the quilt, as if she was riding a person. No! It should be said that she was riding a human-horse! A pair of white and elastic breasts also swayed with her, like two ripe peaches hanging on her chest. Jinlian turned her face towards Ximen Qing, slightly opened her almond eyes, and gently stuck out her tongue to slowly lick her pearly lips.
Sitting below, Ximen Qing, aroused by her seductive charm, couldn't resist his lust and pounced on the bed. Jinlian quickly stood up to avoid him, but Ximen Qing ended up lying on the quilt that Pan Jinlian had ridden on. Just as he tried to get up, Jinlian straddled his back with her fair and alluring buttocks. "You dog servant, you've come to my door yourself, so I'll ride you for a while and let you enjoy yourself," Jinlian's tone turned contemptuous and cold.
"Wife..."
"What should you call me? You should call me Princess Jinlian, understand?" Jinlian slapped Ximen Qing on the back of the head and said.
"Ah, right! Princess Jinlian! This servant greets you!" Ximen Qing replied with a smile, now that Jinlian was riding on top of him.
"You glib tongue, take off your clothes and kneel on the ground," Jinlian stood up and commanded in a coquettish voice.
Ximen Qing, naked, knelt before Pan Jinlian. Thick pubic hair stretched upwards from his abdomen, like a green dragon soaring across his body. His large, erect penis, hard and erect, resembled a red-headed marshal leading ten thousand soldiers, ready for a life-or-death battle. Alas! It's a pity such a majestic marshal only had one eye!
"Crawl over here, crawl between my legs," Jinlian commanded, standing two meters away, her naked body and slightly angry face showing. Ximen Qing crawled over like a dog, disappearing between Jinlian's alluring buttocks. "Crawl back!" Jinlian commanded, her delicate hands still resting on her waist. Ximen Qing obediently crawled back. A smug smile appeared on Jinlian's face. How could she not be happy to have the handsome, dashing, and debonair Ximen Qing enslaved within her grasp!
"Not bad! You're quite the servile one. Now, beg me to ride you like a horse! You must be sincere!" Jinlian said in a serious yet coquettish voice, sitting on the stool. Her voice was so beautiful, like a clear mountain stream flowing gently, making Ximen Qing feel weak all over.
"This servant begs the princess to ride on my back and treat me like a horse!" Ximen Qing pleaded confidently.
"What? No way! Try again!" Jinlian said in a dissatisfied, coquettish tone.
"This lowly servant begs the princess's fragrant buttocks to ride on this servant's back." Ximen Qing finished speaking and looked at Jinlian, as if asking if this was the right thing to do.
"Alright, lie down properly!"
Jinlian stood up, picked up one of her embroidered shoes from the ground, and placed her delicate foot on Ximen Qing's kneeling back, pressing down hard. "How many laps can this servant carry his mistress? Looks like you're quite strong!"
After saying that, she spread her pink legs and firmly straddled Ximen Qing's bare back with her smooth, white buttocks. After Jinlian was on top, Ximen Qing deliberately bounced his body up and down, and Jinlian bounced with his body as if she were really riding a galloping horse. "Alright, alright, hurry up and crawl!" Jinlian giggled and commanded from his back. Ximen Qing also chuckled and began to carry Pan Jinlian forward on his back.
"Oh dear! Why do I feel like I'm riding a pig?" Jinlian said with a deliberate laugh from Ximen Qing's back.
"No, Princess, it's a dog!"
"It's a dog! If it's a dog, hurry up and bark like a dog!" Jinlian grabbed Ximen Qing's hair with one hand and swung her embroidered shoe at his bottom with the other, panting excitedly.
"Woof! Woof woof!" Ximen Qing crawled along, barking like a dog.
Jinlian made Ximen Qing lie face down on the ground, then straddled his back, swaying back and forth—Jinlian's favorite move. She raised her embroidered shoe and struck Ximen Qing's buttocks hard, turning them purplish-red. He suddenly discovered a pleasure amidst the pain! This pleasure was something he hadn't experienced during intercourse with a woman. He happily enjoyed it, moaning, "Ah! Ah!" Jinlian gently rubbed her vulva against his smooth back, emitting excited moans. Both were intoxicated by the pleasure of sadomasochism.
Jinlian straddled Ximen Qing's face, her honey-drenched vulva pressed tightly against his lips. He inserted his tongue into the crevice of her vulva, greedily sucking the sweet nectar flowing from it.
Jinlian made Ximen Qing kneel on the ground. She moved lightly to the table and poured a cup of wine: "After drinking this wine, you must express your gratitude to your host!" With that, she slightly parted her lips and spat into the wine before handing the cup to Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qing respectfully accepted it with both hands. He looked at the saliva floating in the wine, then at Jinlian, as if to say: "Are you really going to make me drink this?
" Jinlian understood his meaning: "Drink it quickly!" With a sweet shout, Ximen Qing picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp. "Ah! That's right! Others want to drink but can't!" Jinlian said with satisfaction.
"Thank you for the wine, Princess!" Ximen Qing knelt on the ground, bowing and scraping to Jinlian.
"Is it good?"
"Good, good!"
"Good! I'll let you drink some more!" Jinlian said, raising her jade wrist to pick up the wine pot and pouring wine onto her beautiful feet. Then, with her feet wet with liquor, she walked to the bedside and sat down, leaving several wet footprints on the floor. "You dog slave, lick the footprints clean!" Jinlian commanded arrogantly in a coquettish voice.
Ximen Qing knelt down excitedly, bringing his mouth close to Jinlian's footprints and licking them with his tongue. When Ximen Qing finished licking the last footprint, he had crawled to Jinlian's feet. "Very good! Hehe!" Jinlian laughed happily. She stood up, picked up her embroidered shoes, went to the center of the room, spread her pink legs, and aimed the top of the embroidered shoes at her genitals. A stream of golden urine gushed out from her urethra. "Crawl over here, you slave, come and drink the urine that I'm rewarding you with!" Jinlian's voice was cold and coquettish.
"Yes, sir!" Ximen Qing crawled to Jinlian's feet, carefully taking the embroidered shoe as if afraid of spilling a single drop of urine. He brought the shoe to his mouth, savoring the fresh urine inside. Ximen Qing's mouth had tasted countless delicacies and drunk countless fine wines, but now he was drinking a woman's urine.
"How does it taste?" Jinlian asked knowingly.
"A little fishy, a little astringent and bitter."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Then you can drink it every day from now on, hehe!" Jinlian's giggles were filled with pride and self-satisfaction!
Ximen Qing's blood boiled from Jinlian's beautiful appearance. He crawled a few steps and grabbed Jinlian's jade legs. "This servant wants to see Princess Jinlian relieve herself." His eyes gleamed with greedy hunger like a wolf.
"How can that be!" Jinlian blushed at his words, her fair cheeks flushing red. She gently bit her lip, making her even more alluring.
"Please, my lady! Just agree to my request!" Ximen Qing knelt humbly at Jinlian's feet.
"Not now. As long as you marry me and bring me into your household soon, I will do whatever you ask!" Jinlian said shyly.
"Alright! Then what should we do next..." Ximen Qing suppressed his desire and asked Jinlian dejectedly.
"Lie down on the ground." Jinlian's cheeks remained flushed.
A beautiful bare foot stepped on Ximen Qing's face. Jinlian used her slender toes to tease his lips and ears, and rubbed his cheeks with her white soles. Her two fair feet alternately stepped on his face. Ximen Qing felt the smoothness and delicate texture of her feet, and even smelled a faint aroma of liquor!
Jinlian made Ximen Qing lie face down, then stepped on his head, grinding her feet into it. She stood on his back, walking back and forth, causing him to groan and moan under her weight.
"Put my toes in your mouth and suck them!" Jinlian sat on a stool, looking down at Ximen Qing lying at her feet. She placed one foot on his chest, and with the other, she stuck her long, slender big toe into his open mouth. Ximen Qing licked Jinlian's toes alternately while stroking his penis, secretly vowing to marry her. Finally
, white tears streamed from the Grand Marshal's only eye. Was it weeping for not finding a worthy opponent? Its once strong and powerful physique had shrunk, gradually shrinking until it finally went completely limp.
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He bound Li Ping'er with ropes and hung her from the rafters in his room. He stripped her naked, lit a candle, and dripped wax onto her fair, delicate skin. After he finished, he began to lick every inch of her smooth, honey-like skin, from her toes to her hair, savoring it meticulously until he had licked her entire body. Li Ping'er let out moans, whether from arousal or painful cries, it was unclear… The old eunuch left; his holiday was over, and he had returned to the palace to serve his masters.
Li Ping'er sat in her room, thinking of the torment she had suffered at the hands of the old eunuch, thinking of her husband, Hua Zixu, who spent his days and nights with his cronies, including Ximen Qing, indulging in philandering and brothels, leaving his young, beautiful, and passionate wife sleepless all night! Alone in her empty room! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth. She secretly vowed to herself: she must make Hua Zixu kneel at her feet again. She wanted revenge. She had gained inspiration from the old eunuch's strange behavior. She quietly considered what she should do next...
That noon, Hua Zixu returned with his hands behind his back, humming the lewd tunes he had learned in the brothel, and walking with a pigeon-toed gait. Li Ping'er greeted him from the living room, her slender fingers lightly adjusting her headdress, and said coquettishly, "My lord, you've been gone for several days. Have you forgotten me?"
"Not at all, not at all. I went to meet some friends, so I came back late. I missed you terribly!" he said sweetly as he pulled Li Ping'er into the living room.
After they sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, Li Ping'er said in a soft voice, "My lord, while you were away for several days, do you know what I was thinking about at home?" The maid Qiuyue brought in two cups of hot tea and placed them on the table.
"What are you thinking about?" Hua Zixu asked with a smile, sipping his hot tea.
Li Ping'er rose from the embroidered stool, walked over, and sat on Hua Zixu's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want to add some fun to our intimate moments," she said, "and I've come up with a great idea!" "
Oh! My wife, tell me quickly, what's the great idea?" Hua Zixu asked impatiently.
"Wasn't there an empress named Wu Zetian in the previous dynasty?"
"Yes!"
"Before we make love, I want to be the empress, issuing orders to you. You must obey every imperial decree of the empress and not disobey. You must be her servant; that's how we'll have fun!" Li Ping'er looked at Hua Zixu with a flirtatious, sidelong glance.
"Great! I can try it. My wife, you've come up with something amazing! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Then you mustn't go back on your word, my lord!" Ping'er coaxed again. "A
true man's word is his bond, and he will never break his promise!" Hua Zixu patted his chest and swore. Ping'er chuckled inwardly, unaware that a humiliation and abuse were about to befall him.
"Dongmei, Qiuyue, prepare
the wine for the master." Soon, the wine and dishes were laid out
. After several rounds of wine and dishes, Li Ping'er led Hua Zixu into the bedroom.
Li Ping'er sat on the edge of the bed first, leaving Hua Zixu standing two meters away. Zixu, with drunken eyes, looked at his wife. He suddenly noticed that Li Ping'er was even more beautiful and charming after drinking. Her fair face was flushed, like a newly blooming peony. A golden hairpin dangled from her dark hair, adorned with phoenixes and flowers. The curls in her dark hair added to her allure, making her resemble a bewitching enchantress. "What are you still standing there for? Kneel down!" Li Ping'er commanded in a sweet, melodious voice. Zixu couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
"Crawl over here like a dog!" Li Ping'er commanded Zixu.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zixu crawled towards Ping'er on his knees.
Reaching Zixu's face, Li Ping'er extended a beautiful foot clad in a purple embroidered shoe. "Want to lick my feet?" Ping'er asked teasingly.
"Yes, yes!"
"Then use your mouth to take off my embroidered shoes and socks. Remember, no hands!" Ping'er commanded sweetly.
Zixu had no choice but to use his mouth to remove Ping'er's shoes and socks, secretly praising his wife's skill.
Once the shoes and socks were off, Li Ping'er's beautiful and alluring slender feet were revealed. Her skin was fair, her toes long and evenly spaced, and her toenails were translucent and shiny, like dewdrops on a flower petal after a rain. Her soles were smooth and soft, truly the darling of any foot connoisseur!
Just as Hua Zixu was about to lick Ping'er's jade-like feet, she suddenly flashed her foot in front of his mouth. "Come on, come and lick it, hee hee!" Ping'er said teasingly, swaying one of her jade-like feet. This only increased the temptation for Hua Zixu, arousing his desire to lick that beautiful foot even more.
He lunged at the foot, but Ping'er turned around, dodging him and standing on the ground. Hua Zixu missed his target and fell onto the bed. Just as he was about to get up, Li Ping'er raised a bare foot and stepped on his shoulder. "Before licking my feet, lick the spot where I sat. I want to see if you're sincere!"
"Yes, yes, this servant obeys!" Zixu brought his mouth close to the spot where Ping'er had just lifted her buttocks, still warm from sitting, and licked it diligently, wetting the area.
"Does the spot where I sat smell good? Do you like the smell and the licking?" Li Ping'er asked seriously, looking down at him.
"Smells good, smells good, smells really good!"
"You sycophantic lackey, crawl over here like a dog and lie down." Ping'er raised her jade wrist and pointed to the ground under the embroidered stool, ordering Zixu again. Zixu crawled over and lay down where Ping'er pointed
. "Qiuyue, bring a pot of wine." Qiuyue brought a pot of wine, handed it to Ping'er, and stood silently to the side, watching everything before her. "Now, I'll reward you with some foot-washing wine. Open your mouth." Li Ping'er commanded Zixu with disdain.
Zixu eagerly opened his mouth at Ping'er's feet. Ping'er stretched her feet in front of his mouth and began to pour the wine from the pot onto her beautiful feet. The wine dripped down her feet and toes into Zixu's mouth. "Giggle! Giggle!" Li Ping'er looked down at Zixu and laughed happily.
"Alright, kneel down and beg this grandma to lick your feet. You must beg! Begin!"
"This servant begs grandma to let me lick your feet!" Zixu pleaded.
"No, that's not sincere, let's start over!" Ping'er pouted her small, blood-red lips, turned her face to the side, and pretended to be angry.
"Servant, servant, I beg, I beg you, my esteemed mistress, to let this servant Hua Zixu lick, lick your most precious feet! Just one lick will do!" Zixu stammered as he pleaded again, getting into character.
"Since you're so shameless, fine, I'll have some mercy. Come on, lick them!" Ping'er stretched out her bare, slender feet in front of his mouth. Zixu quickly grabbed them, afraid they would run away again. He stuck out his tongue and licked each of her toes one by one. The way he licked Li Ping'er's feet was like finding a spring of clear water in the desert!
"You slut, Hua Zixu, licking my feet, do you find it exciting? Is it enjoyable? Tell me!" Li Ping'er asked provocatively again.
"Exciting, exciting, wonderful!" Zixu answered while licking her feet. Ping'er laughed happily upon hearing this.
"You should feel proud and honored to be able to lick my feet! Quickly say that my toes are your precious elixir!" she commanded while enjoying licking my feet.
"The Empress's toes are my life-saving elixir!" Zixu replied.
"Lick the soles, the heels, lick them obediently, you slut, ah! ah! So comfortable..."
Zixu's tongue slid over Ping'er's soles, insteps, heels, and then licked her toes. Ping'er closed her eyes in ecstasy, letting out soft moans.
Ping'er stood up, stripped herself naked, and laid Zixu on the ground. She straddled Zixu's face with her legs spread wide, and said with her genitals facing his mouth, "I want to piss a little, I'll give you a taste, open your mouth!" Ping'er said with a smile.
Zixu obediently opened his mouth beneath Li Ping'er's buttocks, and a stream of warm water gushed from Ping'er's vulva into Zixu's mouth. Zixu gulped down the nectar she had bestowed upon him. At this moment, Li Ping'er deliberately twisted her buttocks, and urine flowed onto Zixu's face. The warm, fishy urine flowed down his cheeks and onto the ground. "Giggle, giggle, giggle," came a series of silvery laughs from above, so charming and melodious. Qiuyue, standing to the side, also covered her mouth and laughed.
"Qiuyue, go fetch a basin of water, Grandma wants to wash her feet," Ping'er said to Qiuyue.
"Yes, young mistress!" Qiuyue went out.
A moment later, Qiuyue brought over a basin of water. Li Ping'er ordered Zixu to kneel and prostrate himself on the ground, while she sat on Zixu's back, dipping her feet into the water. Qiuyue gently washed her feet. After washing, Ping'er put on her embroidered shoes and said to Qiuyue, "You should wash your feet too!"
"Yes!" Qiuyue was about to sit on the embroidered stool.
"Sit on his back to wash!" Ping'er said, standing to the side with her hands on her hips.
Qiuyue shyly came over and sat her plump buttocks on Zixu's back, putting her beautiful feet into the foot-washing water that Ping'er had prepared. After washing, Li Ping'er said to Zixu arrogantly, "You slut, Qiuyue is now your mistress. You must drink the foot-washing water that I and the mistress have used, do you hear me?"
"Your servant, yes, yes!" Zixu picked up their foot-washing water and opened his mouth...
After drinking their foot-washing water, Hua Zixu was so full that he kept burping. "How does it taste! Do you feel happy?" Ping'er asked gleefully.
Hua Zixu was speechless. He had been psychologically conquered by Li Ping'er. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of being abused by women. In this feudal dynasty where men were superior to women, Li Ping'er's ability to turn the tables showed her wit, keenness, and another side that most women did not possess.
After Zixu calmed down a bit, Li Ping'er walked over. "Look how choked you are! Why did you drink so fast?" Ping'er grabbed Zixu's hair with one hand, bent down, and gently spat her saliva into Zixu's mouth. "Qiuyue, you come too!"
Zixu obeyed Ping'er's command and lay down on the ground. Qiuyue put her hands on her hips and placed one of her white, bare feet on his face. "Master, you didn't expect to be stepped on by your own maid, did you?" she asked while rubbing Zixu's face with her foot. "Does it feel good? Exciting, isn't it?" Her foot began to increase the pressure on Zixu's face.
"Yes, yes!" Zixu was indeed intensely sexually stimulated by the humiliation of the two women. His erect penis bulged high in his crotch, like a small hill rising from a plain.
Qiuyue had lost her initial shyness. Being able to trample the usually high and mighty lord under her feet brought her a strange pleasure. "Lick my toes, open your mouth!" Qiuyue commanded Zixu. Zixu obediently opened his mouth at her feet. She put each of her toes into Zixu's mouth one by one, moving them back and forth. After Zixu had licked both of Qiuyue's feet, she ordered him to stick out his tongue and playfully pinched it between her big toe and middle toe. A happy smile appeared on Qiuyue's face.
"Kneel down on the ground, I'm going to ride you like a horse now, giddy up, giddy up, crawl around the room until I'm satisfied!" Li Ping'er, riding on Zixu's back, shook the reins in her hand and squeezed his stomach with her legs. Zixu, carrying the two women on his back, began to crawl around the room. "Quickly imitate a horse's neigh!" Li Ping'er, riding on his back, excitedly commanded in a sweet voice.
"Hee-ho, hee-ho..." Zixu's cries were muffled because he was biting Ping'er's skirt ribbon!
Zixu had only crawled two laps when he was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his face and onto the ground. He collapsed to the ground, but Ping'er and Qiuyue, riding on him, showed no sign of getting off and continued to beat him all over...
That day, two of Hua Zixu's friends came to ask him to go out for some fun. Zixu and they had just reached the front door when Li Ping'er shouted from behind, "Hua Zixu!" Hua Zixu felt his legs go weak and involuntarily collapsed to his knees.
Pan
Jinlian and Ximen Qing's affair was finally exposed, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew about it. Although many people knew about it, they didn't know the specific details. Xiao Yunge, carrying a tattered basket of pears, sold them along the streets all day long, and had contact with many people, so it was very easy for him to get information.
One day, when several people who knew the ins and outs gathered to discuss the matter, he pretended to be selling pears and stood aside to eavesdrop. Xiao Yunge was clever and quick-witted, and he didn't forget what he heard. After he learned the whole story, whenever someone mentioned or asked about it on the street, he would step forward and tell them what had happened.
As he passed by Wang Po's teahouse while selling pears, he saw two people drinking tea and discussing the matter. He immediately joined in, engaging in lively conversation, his eyes constantly glancing at Wang Po. This infuriated Old Wang Po, who was selling tea nearby. She outwardly remained calm, continuing with her business, but inwardly cursed: "You little bastard, instead of selling your worthless pears, you come here spouting nonsense! You'll see! Once I tell Jinlian, I'll find a way to teach you a lesson!"
At dusk, Wang Po came to see Pan Jinlian. Wu Dalang hadn't returned from selling pancakes yet. Wang Po told her about the day's events, which made Jinlian's face turn pale with hatred. She gritted her teeth, and the two began to plot how to teach Yun Ge a lesson…
The next morning, the streets were deserted. Little Yun Ge, carrying his pear basket, arrived at Wang Po's teahouse again, his daily route.
"Yun Ge!" Wang Po called, coming out of the house.
"What is it, Old Wang?" Old Wang didn't care at all about Yun Ge addressing her like that today; normally she would have already started cursing.
"You don't earn much money selling pears all day, and your godmother sees you as quite pitiful. I made you a new dress; come with me and try it on!" Old Wang put on a benevolent smile.
"Is it suitable?" Little Yun Ge asked somewhat shyly.
"Oh, what's suitable or not? We're all neighbors. Come upstairs with me!"
"Okay!" Yun Ge innocently and happily believed Old Wang's words; after all, he was still only twelve years old and couldn't resist being deceived.
Little Yunge followed Granny Wang to the door of the inner room upstairs. "Yunge, the clothes are on the table inside, go in and get them!" Granny Wang smiled kindly as always. Just as Yunge was about to push the door open, Granny Wang, who was hiding behind him, kicked him in the back. Yunge was kicked so hard that he crashed through the door and fell face-first onto the floor inside the room, the pear basket he was carrying flying far away, scattering pears all over the floor.
Before he could react, Pan Jinlian, who was hiding behind the door, quickly stepped forward and placed her delicate foot, clad in a bright red embroidered shoe, on little Yunge's head. Granny Wang took the rope that Jinlian handed her and straddled Yunge's back, binding his hands tightly.
"What are you doing? Help!" little Yunge screamed in terror.
Jinlian stomped hard on Yunge's head, pressing his mouth tightly to the ground. His cries gradually subsided. "Godmother, you go ahead and do your work. I can manage here!" Pan Jinlian said to Wang Po, looking at the struggling little Yunge under her foot. Yunge recognized the voice as belonging to Pan Jinlian. "
Alright, Jinlian! Be careful, this little rascal is quite unruly!" Wang Po warned Jinlian. "Don't
worry, I love dealing with these little rascals," Jinlian said with a coquettish laugh to Wang Po. Wang Po kicked the little Yunge lying on the ground, then smiled, closed the door, and went downstairs to attend to her business. Rather than saying she was busy, it would be more accurate to say she was on lookout duty.
Pan Jinlian placed her hands on Yun Ge's slender waist. "You little brat, do you know why I'm trampling you under my feet?" Jinlian pressed her beautiful feet against Yun Ge's head, her eyebrows furrowed as she asked fiercely, her expression like that of a seductive female demon from a mythological tale.
"Let me go! Let me go! You bunch of thieves and prostitutes, why are you tying me up! Humph! If you have the guts, let me go!" Yun Ge struggled and twisted his weak body under Jinlian's beautiful feet, uttering weak, stubborn cries.
"Oh dear! You little brat, you're quite tough!" Pan Jinlian lifted the embroidered shoe that was stepping on Yun Ge's head, lifted her skirt, and quickly straddled Yun Ge's back. She used one delicate hand to grip his neck, while the other hand slapped Yun Ge's tender face repeatedly. When her hand hurt, she took off the embroidered shoe and continued to slap Yun Ge's head. Excited moans escaped Jinlian's lips, her slightly exposed breasts rising and falling with her breaths, like waves chasing each other in the sea. She found this a different kind of pleasure—the pleasure of sadism! Yun Ge cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face to the ground.
"Spare me! Aunt Wu!" Yun Ge, no longer as strong as before, choked out his pleas for mercy to Jinlian on his back.
"Oh! Begging for mercy, you little rascal, weren't you pretty tough!" Pan Jinlian deliberately spoke in a drawn-out, delicate voice to Yun Ge, who was pinned beneath her. She stood up from Yun Ge's back, flipped him over with her delicate feet, and pressed his bound hands under her. She placed her foot on his chest. "What did you say about me on the street? Learn it from me!"
Jinlian's tone seemed much gentler. She crossed her pink arms in front of her chest and looked down at Yun Ge under her jade feet. Yun Ge secretly thought: Oh no! They captured me for this. Who told them? I'd better beg Pan Jinlian to release me as soon as possible!
"Aunt Wu, I..."
"Shut up! What Aunt Wu? Call me Grandma Pan!" Jinlian interrupted Yun Ge, moving her foot from his chest toward his face.
"Grandma Pan, Grandma Pan, I'll never talk nonsense again, please let me go!" Little Yunge pleaded again with Jinlian, who was pressing her foot against his face.
"Let you go? Not so easy. Your grandma will teach you a lesson this time, so you'll know what to say and what not to say in public!" Pan Jinlian said, removing her beautiful foot from Yunge's face. She bent her jade-like body, stretched out her slender white fingers, grabbed his collar, and pulled the thin, withered little Yunge up from the ground.
Then, she sat on a stool next to the table, crossed her legs, and looked at the little Yunge standing in front of her with his hands tied behind his back with an aggressive gaze. "Kneel down!" Jinlian gave Yunge her first command.
"Grandma Pan, please let me go..." Before little Yun Ge could finish speaking, "Slap!" A crisp, pleasant slap landed on his face.
"Say it again, kneel down!" Jin Lian once again raised her eyebrows and widened her almond eyes, shouting fiercely. Yun Ge obediently knelt on the ground. Jin Lian took off one of her embroidered shoes from her jade feet and threw it more than ten feet away. "Walk on your knees, like a dog, and fetch my embroidered shoe back with your mouth!" Jin Lian said coldly to little Yun Ge kneeling in front of her. She was going to treat Yun Ge like an animal.
Little Yun Ge didn't move. He felt this was an insult to his humanity. Jin Lian raised her jade leg and slapped Yun Ge's face hard with her bare foot. Yun Ge felt his face burning. He dared not disobey again, so he had no choice but to crawl to the embroidered shoe, bend down, bite the shoe upper with his mouth, and bring it to Pan Jin Lian.
"Put it on the ground!" Jinlian said with a smile. Little Yunge bent down and placed the embroidered shoe in front of Jinlian's feet with his mouth. Jinlian then took off the embroidered shoe from her other foot and threw it away...
Little Yunge knelt down in front of Jinlian again, lowering his head. His little hands were still tied behind his back. Pan Jinlian hooked Yunge's chin with her toes, "Take off Grandma's socks too!" Her cold tone contained arrogance.
Little Yunge already knew how to take off Pan Jinlian's white cloth socks. He used his teeth to bite a corner of the sock and slowly pulled it down. As Little Yunge used his mouth to take off Pan Jinlian's socks, he smelled a faint, intoxicating fragrance emanating from Jinlian's white cloth socks.
Two smooth and delicate feet were revealed before Xiao Yunge. Jinlian's two beautiful feet were slender yet graceful, fair yet delicate, with ten slender toes like budding crabapple blossoms, captivating and breathtaking.
"You little beast, come and lick Grandma's toes, lick the whole foot!" Jinlian put one pink leg on Xiao Yunge's shoulder, and stretched the other foot in front of his mouth. Yunge had no choice but to open his mouth and put Jinlian's big toe in his mouth, sucking on it like a baby nursing. Under Jinlian's tutelage, his tongue moved between Jinlian's toes, then took each of the five toes into his mouth and licked them one by one. His tongue slid over the soles and insteps, and then licked the five crystal-clear toenails.
"I really wish your father would lick my feet too, cluck, cluck!" The insulting words rang in Yun Ge's ears again. Jinlian put down her delicate feet, stood up, and walked towards the pears that Yun Ge had scattered on the ground. She stepped on one of Yun Ge's unlicked feet and stomped on it several times. The pear was crushed to pieces, and pear juice splattered everywhere. "Pah!" Pan Jinlian spat on the rotten pear again. "Come here and eat it!"
Jinlian sternly ordered the kneeling Yun Ge. Yun Ge turned his face away, clenched his teeth, and tears of humiliation flowed again. He knelt there without moving, which angered Jinlian. She quickly walked over, picked up the embroidered shoe from the ground, pressed Yun Ge's head down, straddled Yun Ge's back, raised the embroidered shoe, and began to whip his buttocks.
Because he had no arms to support Jinlian's weight, young Yunge was pressed to the ground. Jinlian stood up, pulled over a stool, placed it under Yunge's head, and climbed back onto it. Her weight shifted to Yunge's knees and head. Jinlian continued to mercilessly slap Yunge's cheeks, which were pressed against the stool, with the sole of her shoe. Yunge's face soon swelled up from the slaps. When Jinlian raised her embroidered shoe again, she felt immense pleasure.
Yunge finally broke down mentally. How could his young mind and body withstand the abuse from an adult woman!
He ate a rotten pear stained with Pan Jinlian's phlegm and licked the pear juice clean from her feet!
Jinlian took a chamber pot from under the bed. "Open your mouth and drink it!" Jinlian commanded Yunge. The chamber pot contained the urine that Wang Po and Jinlian had urinated together the previous night. They had specially left it for Yunge. Jinlian held the spout to Yunge's open mouth and poured the urine in. Yunge drank the foul-smelling urine, his disgust indescribable. He only knew how to obey, obey, and obey again; he had no other choice.
Pan Jinlian untied the ropes binding Yunge and said to the subdued boy, "I'm letting you go now, but if you talk nonsense outside again, I'll stomp you to death if I catch you! Got it?"
"Yes, yes!" Yunge answered meekly.
"Get out!"
"Yes!"
Yunge picked up the broken basket from the ground, covered his swollen face, and fled downstairs without looking back. When Chunmei first saw that Wu Song's head was covered with a black cloth, she thought:
" Although Brother Wu Song is strong and powerful, now that he's blind, he can only be at my mercy. " Unexpectedly, Wu Song started to thrash her, tearing off not only her top but also her pants. Chunmei jumped up in fright and kicked him. By sheer coincidence, the kick struck Wu Song's manhood. Wu Song felt a sharp pain and tried to pull off the black cloth to examine it, but Chunmei had tied it tightly with hemp rope, making it impossible to open or tear off. Wu Song grabbed Chunmei's legs, finding them incredibly smooth and comfortable to touch, instantly forgetting most of the pain in his lower body. Chunmei's feet were bare, and with Wu Song holding them, she didn't know what he was going to do, so she kicked wildly. She finally managed to free her right foot, then swung around and straddled Wu Song's back, raining blows on him. Wu Song, a man of such stature, found her seemingly harmless punches rather pleasurable than painful. He struggled on the ground, mimicking a tiger, but after a short while, Chunmei stopped. Wu Song was puzzled: "My dear darling, why did you stop?" Chunmei, panting, replied, "I'm exhausted. Hitting you doesn't hurt, so why bother?" "They say a woman is only fit to be a wild horse in bed for a man to tame, not to fight a tiger," Wu Song said. "Who said I wanted to use a fine leather whip to make it more satisfying?" "Good sister, you're going to whip someone to death!" "I won't kill you, I'll just whip you until you're in ecstasy, how about that?" "Being whipped and feeling ecstatic? Don't lie to me." Actually, Chunmei was a veteran in this area. She served Pan Jinlian and saw that Ximen Qing loved to whip her, and Pan Jinlian not only didn't find it painful, but actually enjoyed it. Sometimes she would have multiple orgasms, her juices flowing freely, her moans incessant, making onlookers envious and listeners horrified. Chunmei herself had also experienced Pan Jinlian's whipping quite a bit, and it was a painful pleasure. Once, Ximen Qing, because he favored Ping'er, neglected Pan Jinlian and hadn't been intimate with her for several days. Pan Jinlian was lonely and depressed in her boudoir, so she handed the whip to Chunmei and asked her to whip her. Chunmei was the slave, and Jinlian was the mistress. Chunmei dared not beat him freely, only lightly as Pan Jinlian requested, which only fueled her own burning desire. She longed for the day her beloved man would let her beat him to her heart's content. She tested Wu Song, seeing if he was willing to suffer her physical pain. Wu Song replied, "Don't mention the whip. If you like it, sister, I'll serve you with fire tongs and oil candles, and I'll be happy to do it." "Really?" Chunmei was moved to tears. She hurriedly removed Wu Song's black cloth and took his lips in hers, sending her fragrant tongue inside. Their tongues, one sweet and smooth, the other bold and strong, intertwined and rubbed against each other, igniting the passion between them and fueling their desire. This kiss ignited their passion. Their four hands touched each other's bodies. Strangely, Wu Song, such a rough man, was surprisingly gentle when he caressed Chunmei's body. Conversely, the seemingly gentle and weak Chunmei was surprisingly strong and powerful when she touched Wu Song's body, leaving her fingernails all over his body. "If I hit you, will you be angry with me?" Chunmei asked softly.

"Don't be angry, why would I be angry? I can't get it even if I beg!"
"Then, I'll prepare the tools, but there's one thing you have to do first."
"Just tell me, little sister, I'll do whatever you say."
"I won't say, you tell me yourself."
"What should I say?"
"What can you do for me?"
"I'll do anything you say."
"I insist you say it. If you love someone, you should know their heart."
"Fine! I'll say it... you... can... whip my body."
"I've already said that, what else?"
"And, I'll kneel before you and kowtow a few times."
"And?"
"And... I'll be a paper tiger, let you hit me, and I'm not allowed to fight back."
"Hmph, that's what I'm afraid of. You say you won't fight back, but I'm afraid that in the end you'll get hurt and want to eat me." "
I won't, and I won't."
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I tie your hands and feet with thick hemp rope, then I'll believe you."
"Alright, whatever you say. Tie me up or fasten me as you please. I, Wu Song, am completely at your disposal."
"Wait a moment, I'll get the rope and whip." A short while later, Chunmei brought the things into the room and bound Wu Song's hands and feet.
Speaking of binding people, Chunmei was quite skilled, having often helped Ximen Qing bind Pan Jinlian. With practice, she had become a master binder.
After being bound, Wu Song remained crawling on the ground, but his hands and feet couldn't be separated; he could only hop and bounce, unable to crawl.
Chunmei picked up the leather whip and began to strike Wu Song, the blows clanging and snapping. After a while, she straddled him.
Wu Song was indeed a strong man. With her legs spread wide, Chunmei pressed her hands against Wu Song's shoulders and rubbed her body back and forth, causing him to become wet with desire.
Although Wu Song's hands were bound, his eyes were still open. He saw Chunmei's beautiful legs; though not bound feet, they were white and smooth, and he felt an urge to kiss them.
He held Chunmei's left foot between his hands, using his head as a support, and kissed the instep.
Chunmei only knew that Pan Jinlian's bound feet were Ximen Qing's favorite possession. To please Ximen Qing, Chunmei washed Pan Jinlian's feet once or twice a day and applied perfume to each toe to keep Pan Jinlian's beautiful feet clean and fragrant. Now, someone was admiring her large feet, and she was naturally very happy. Moreover, this person was her beloved lover, making her even more excited.
"What's so great about these big feet? They're nothing compared to Pan Jinlian's tiny feet."
"Don't mention that vile woman. My elder brother just died, and she remarried into the Ximen family. Rumors are circulating that my elder brother might have been murdered by that vile woman in collusion with Ximen Qing." Wu Song was just speculating wildly; he still didn't know the truth about Wu Da's death.
"If you love someone's feet, then wash them clean and apply some nail polish and perfume!" Chunmei said.
"Yes, ma'am!" Wu Song crawled into the kitchen, grabbed a basin of water, and began washing Chunmei's feet.
Chunmei rode on Wu Song's back as usual, but she untied his hands. Wu Song squatted down, spreading his hands on the ground so that Chunmei's feet could fit perfectly in the basin.
Wu Song first kissed her insteps and ankles, then kissed her toes. After kissing for a while, he put her soles in the water and slowly washed them.
"How do you take such good care of your feet, girl!"
"Really? I always said big feet have their advantages, but I don't understand why you men all love small feet?"
"The advantage of small feet is that you can hold them in your palm or suck on them."
"You men love to play with women's feet, but you don't realize that the toes of women with small feet are all tangled together. What a load of rubbish! Look at each toe—it has a unique shape. Ten toes, ten different looks. You can play with them ten times, isn't that ten times better than small feet?"
"What you say makes sense."
"And the soles of women with small feet, you can just suck on them once and enjoy it. With my big feet, you have to suck on each toe individually, that's ten times more. Isn't that ten times better?" "
Alright, I'll taste each of your toes one by one and see which one tastes best!"
"Good things come in pairs. I don't want you to suck on each toe individually, but rather you have to do it in pairs, left and right feet at the same time."
"Wu Song is foolish and doesn't understand your feelings, sister. May I ask for details?"
"It means, I'll put my feet together
, and if you want to eat my big toes, I'll give you both the big toes of my left and right feet, understand, you fool?" "Understood, understood, then let me taste your big toes first." Chunmei raised her feet, put her feet together, and Wu Song held her feet with both hands, then put both big toes into his mouth at the same time.
His tongue was stronger than most people's; compared to Ximen Qing, it was more than three times stronger. His tongue separated Chunmei's two big toes, then went in and out, back and forth.
After going in and out once, his tongue curled up, circling around Chunmei's big toes again and again.
Whenever his tongue circled around the toenails, it felt cool, hard, and smooth, but when his tongue returned to the flesh of the toes, it was a different feeling altogether.
That soft, sweet, and smooth feeling made Wu Song intoxicated and unable to stop.
"Have you had enough?" Chunmei asked.
"Even a lifetime wouldn't be enough."
"Don't eat today, or you'll change your mind and never touch my big feet again."
"No, Wu Song guarantees it with his head." After tasting each of Chunmei's toes, Wu Song held her feet and kissed them from her calves to her thighs, then ventured deeper into her pubic area.
"Your pubic hair is so thick and beautiful," Wu Song said.
"That Pan Jinlian forced me to shave it off because my pubic hair was better and more abundant than hers."
"Did you do it?" "
I would rather die than do that. She beat me and scolded me, but I still refused. That day, she made me kneel all night and put her night soil bucket on my head, then whipped me. I didn't dare move, because if I did, the night soil bucket on my head would spill all over my body. I could only hold back my tears and let her whip any part of my body."
"That harlot is truly vicious."
"That wasn't all. Seeing that I wouldn't move, she pushed me with her hand. Then, seeing that I was kneeling steadily, she simply took the chamber pot from the ground, shoved my head inside, and ordered me not to pull it out without her permission. She then whipped my buttocks with a leather whip until her hand went limp. That night, she wouldn't let me take my head out until dawn. When she woke up, she kicked me. At that time, my head was inside the chamber pot, and I was asleep. When she kicked me, I accidentally swallowed a mouthful of her chamber pot." Chunmei started crying as she said this.
"Good sister, don't cry. I will definitely avenge you."
"Don't talk about revenge. Just treat me well tonight."
"Of course I will." Wu Song said, pressing his mouth against Chunmei's pubic hair, moving it back and forth
.
Pan Jinlian, along with Wang Po and Ximen Qing, plotted to poison Wu Dalang with arsenic. When Pan Jinlian heard that Wu Song was about to return after completing his official business, she felt ashamed and quickly consulted with Wang Po and Ximen Qing for a solution. They decided that Ximen Qing would marry Pan Jinlian ahead of schedule.
Jinlian finally got her wish. Entering Ximen Qing's mansion, she was thrilled by the magnificent red doors, animal-shaped railings, and painted eaves. She was no longer greeted by a dark wooden house and a simple kitchen, but by warm rooms, fragrant chambers, and luxurious clothes. The only drawback was that she was only Ximen Qing's fifth concubine.
Time flew by, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye. One hot and humid midday, Pan Jinlian sat alone on a bench in the pavilion in the back garden, gently fanning herself with a fragrant fan as she watched two mandarin ducks playfully kissing in the lotus pond. A look of envious joy appeared on her beautiful face.
"Oh! Isn't this Fifth Sister?" Jinlian turned her head and saw a handsome young man in his early twenties standing behind her.
"It's Jingji! Why aren't you with your beautiful wife? What are you doing here?" "
Fifth Sister, what a pleasant mood you're in! Enjoying two lovebirds in heat!" The man said as he sat down next to Jinlian, his words carrying a flirtatious tone. Who was this man? He was no stranger! He was Chen Jingji, Ximen Qing's son-in-law. Chen Jingji was fair-skinned, handsome, and robust, but his nature was rather weak! He also had a particular hobby: flirting and attracting attention. He would become weak in the knees at the sight of a beautiful woman. Although he had married Ximen Qing's beloved daughter, Ximen Xiaoshuang, there was no such thing as a free lunch! Like Ximen Qing, he was a seasoned womanizer, a scholar who frequented boudoirs.
A woman as alluring and beautiful as Pan Jinlian was undeniably tempting to Chen Jingji. He often wanted to express his feelings to her, but Ximen Qing's frequent presence prevented him from succeeding. Pan Jinlian had long been aware of his intentions, but remained silent, letting things take their course. Chen Jingji finally saw Ximen Qing leave to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs, not returning for two months. For him, the opportunity had arrived.
"How annoying!" Jinlian feigned anger upon hearing Chen Jingji's words.
"Father-in-law, you won't be back for over two months. Fifth Sister, can you endure the loneliness of an empty room?" Chen Jingji continued to tease Jinlian, his eyes frequently lingering on her full waist and hips outlined by her silk skirt
, his heart burning with desire. "Alas! What can I do? There's no one to confide in!" Jinlian saw through his seductive intentions and feigned a melancholy, seductive expression.
"If Fifth Mistress will not despise me, this junior, Jingji, is willing to carry your shoes and untie your belt." Chen Jingji, like a river bursting forth from a dam, straightened up and knelt before Pan Jinlian.
"Get up quickly! What kind of decorum would this be if people saw us like this!" Jinlian hurriedly looked around, thankfully no one was there.
"If Fifth Mistress doesn't agree, Jingji will kneel here forever!" Chen Jingji's eyes shone with hope.
"Alright! Alright! I agree. Come to my room tonight, and don't let anyone see you, understand?" Jinlian finished speaking, stood up, and walked out of the pavilion, turning back with a charming smile.
"Jingji understands! Jingji understands!" Chen Jingji watched Jinlian's graceful figure disappear into the distance, overjoyed, his body feeling weak and languid.
As night fell, Chen Jingji quietly bypassed the brightly lit front courtyard of the mansion, passed through the moon archway at the back of the garden, and walked along two wooden galleries to the door of Pan Jinlian's room. "Is Fifth Sister here?"
"Who is it?" a sweet voice asked from inside.
"It's me! Jingji!" Chen Jingji answered softly, afraid of being overheard.
"Come in!"
"Yes!" Jingji pushed open the door and entered the room. A fragrant scent of rouge and powder wafted in. Stepping inside, he saw four large red candles illuminating the room as bright as day. Pan Jinlian was sitting on the embroidery bed, holding a flower arrangement, embroidering with her delicate fingers. Looking around the room, the furnishings were extremely elegant and comfortable. Four Tang and Song dynasty paintings and poems hung on each of the two walls. A pot of hanging orchids with lush foliage and drooping branches was suspended from the middle of the beam by a cotton rope. On the left, by the window, a large round table with vermilion carvings was set with exquisite wine and dishes.
Seeing Jingji enter, Pan Jinlian said softly, "Sit down!"
Chen Jingji observed Pan Jinlian: Her beauty was like a painting of moonlight and mist, her makeup delicate and exquisite. Her thin, green gauze dress was open, revealing a low-cut red bodice underneath, embroidered with a white peony. Her full, snow-white breasts were slightly exposed, a deep cleavage clearly visible. Pan Jinlian's sensuality and allure were truly: more eloquent than flowers, more fragrant than jade!
How could Jingji suppress his desire any longer? He strode over and embraced Jinlian, wanting to kiss her rosy cheeks. Jinlian giggled and pushed him away forcefully, "Why are you in such a hurry! Look, this table of food and wine is prepared for you. Let me have a couple of drinks with you first!"
Jinlian coquettishly pulled his hand and led him to the table to sit down. She poured a cup of wine for Jingji and herself: "Did anyone see you come?"
"Don't worry, Fifth Sister! No one saw me!"
"Oh! Come on, Jingji, drink it!"
Her smile was still charming and alluring. Chen Jingji stared blankly at Jinlian and, without saying a word, picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp. Jinlian, however, secretly poured the wine from her cup onto the ground. After Jingji drank another cup of wine, he stood up and grinned, preparing to embrace Jinlian again. Suddenly, his vision blurred, the objects around him spun, and then everything went black. He knew nothing more.
Chen Jingji began to regain consciousness. He slightly opened his water-drenched eyes and found his face looked like it had just been doused with water, with thin streams of water sliding down his face to the ground. When he was fully awake, he realized that he had been stripped naked, bound with ropes, and hung from the rafters. His hands and feet ached from the ropes. Standing in front of him was a pretty woman with two buns on either side of her glossy black hair. Under her sparse bangs were two delicate, curved eyebrows, and her large eyes shone with a clever intelligence. Her long eyelashes curled slightly upwards, and her fair, oval face made her lips appear even more rosy. She was holding a water ladle and staring blankly at him. Chen Jingji recognized the woman before him.
"Chunmei, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up? Let me go!" Jingji struggled against the air, speaking as if Chunmei were giving orders.
"Why are you tied up! Because the young master flirted with Fifth Sister, and Fifth Sister drugged your wine. We're here to catch you, you big worm, and punish you! Hehe!" Chunmei teased his penis with a water ladle, laughing lewdly. Chunmei was the first person Pan Jinlian won over after entering the mansion, and also her most trusted maid; Pan Jinlian treated Chunmei like a sister. Chunmei was the kind of woman who could sit on someone's face and slowly sip tea! She was shrewish and cunning.
Chen Jingji felt a little strange being teased by Chunmei, but being tied up and suspended, he stubbornly turned his head away from Chunmei. His gaze happened to fall on the spider plant, which, in his eyes, seemed to be smiling and saying to him: "Brother! Hanging up like this is quite nice, isn't it? I'll have company from now on!"
Enraged, Chen Jingji turned away from her and glared at Chunmei, huffing, "What do you think you're going to do to me
, son-in-law?" "If you beg for mercy, I might soften and let you go!" Pan Jinlian approached, holding two lit candles in her delicate hands, and coldly addressed Jingji. A riding whip was tucked under her arm. She handed one of the candles to Chunmei. Jingji, seeing this, felt uneasy.
Hoping to escape quickly, he hurriedly said to Jinlian, "Fifth Sister, good Fifth Sister, I was wrong! I won't dare to tease you again! Please, please let me go!" In truth, no matter how much he begged, Pan Jinlian wouldn't let him go now. A plaything offered to her—how could she not have her fill of it?
"Alright!" Jinlian agreed, but the candles she and Chunmei held high burned mercilessly, dripping wax onto Jingji's naked body and limp penis. As Jinlian dripped wax onto him, she also whipped him with a horsewhip. The hissing whip left streaks of bright red blood on his flesh, and then dripped hot wax on top of that. How could Chen Jingji withstand it? He howled and struggled like a mad dog that had been kicked and crippled. The more he struggled, the more it satisfied Jinlian's peculiar psychological needs!
With each lash of the whip, she felt her breath quicken, her blood surge, and her lower body involuntarily become wet, like a complete sadist. Chunmei unbuttoned the front of her clothes, revealing her fair and round breasts. "What do you like about Fifth Sister? Is it her big breasts? Do you think Chunmei's breasts are pretty?"
Chunmei cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing Jingji with a lewd smile. Seeing Chunmei's exposed breasts, Jingji stopped howling. "So...pretty! Pretty!" Jingji panted heavily, still lustful!
"Want to lick them?" Chunmei asked, but inwardly she cursed: Look at your slutty face! Sooner or later I'll make you eat my shit!
"Yes!" Jingji nodded hurriedly. If he weren't tied up, he really wanted to hug those breasts and lick them wildly.
"Then call me 'Mother'!"
Jinlian was amused by Chunmei's words. Jingji hesitated for a moment, "Mother!"
"Yes!" Chunmei deliberately dragged out her reply. She brought her nipple to Chen Jingji's mouth. Just as Jingji was about to lick it, Chunmei moved it away again. After several repetitions, Jingji's penis became hard and erect. The solidified wax dripping onto his penis was even broken off in two pieces.
Due to the wear off of the drug and the shouting, Chen Jingji was unbearably thirsty and pleaded, "Fifth Sister, Chunmei, can you give me some water? My throat is so dry!"
"Want some water? Sure, I'll put you down now, but... you have to be obedient!" Pan Jinlian said again in her sweet voice.
"I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient!" Jingji seemed very helpless.
Jinlian and Chunmei untied the ropes binding Chen Jingji to the pillar and lowered him down, but the ropes binding his hands and feet remained. He lay on the ground, still asking for water. Pan Jinlian approached and said in a coquettish voice, "You want water? Now beg Chunmei to urinate on you! Remember! You have to thank me after you drink it! Beg!"
Jingji, of course, was unwilling to drink urine! He lay on the ground without uttering a sound, using silence as a form of resistance! This enraged Pan Jinlian. She walked over, raised her delicate foot, and stepped on Jingji's face with her embroidered shoe. One hand rested on his slender waist, and the other hand swung her riding whip, beginning to lash the already wounded Jingji again. "Fifth Sister, stop hitting me! I'll drink... urine! I'll drink urine!" How could Jingji endure any more?
"What a slut! He won't listen to nice words! He insists on being beaten by me!" Pan Jinlian looked at Chen Jingji writhing in pain at her feet, feeling no pity whatsoever, but rather a greater sense of pleasure!
Chunmei, her fair body naked, stood with her legs spread on either side of Jingji's face, looking down at him and saying, "Let's begin, son-in-law!" She was very proud!
"Please, Chunmei, give me your urine to drink!" Jingji pleaded.
"What did you call me?" Chunmei raised her foot and slapped Chen Jingji across the face with the sole of her shoe. "I just taught you, you should call me Mother! You stupid pig, you've forgotten so quickly! Besides, why would I piss on you! Why don't you say so! Again!" Chunmei was very dissatisfied.
"Mother! Your son begs you to piss on me to drink! Let your son quench his thirst!" Chen Jingji felt an indescribable pain.
"Alright! You wretched son, I'll give in! Open your mouth!" Chunmei slightly bent her legs, raising her genitals high towards Jingji's mouth. A wave of heat emanated from Chunmei's genitals, and urine formed a golden stream that gushed into Jingji's mouth. Jingji no longer cared about the humiliation he was being treated with, using the urine he had obtained from Chunmei's urethra to moisten his parched throat. At this moment, Chunmei's pungent urine was like a long-awaited treat for him!
After urinating, Chunmei straddled Jingji's face, letting him lick the remaining urine off her labia. Chunmei couldn't help but moan softly.
Because of his good behavior, Jinlian and Chunmei untied Jingji's ropes and made him scrape off the solidified wax from his body with a ladle before kneeling on the ground. Pan Jinlian took out a horse harness from under the embroidered bed—one that Ximen Qing had left for his own use. Jinlian put the harness over Chen Jingji's head, tightening the rope loop under his chin. There was an iron ring on each side of the rope loop, and the reins were attached to the rings. Jingji felt a little short of breath; this was precisely to show the servility of a servant.
"You'd better behave tonight, otherwise, if the master finds out you've been harassing me, the consequences will be... humph!" Pan Jinlian threatened Jingji.
Chen Jingji was terrified of Ximen Qing, and hearing Jinlian's words, he felt a chill run down his spine: "Please, Fifth Sister, don't... don't tell him! Jingji will... will... will obey Fifth Sister!"
Jingji knelt at Jinlian's feet, looking pitiful.
If Chen Jingji was afraid of Ximen Qing, why did he still dare to flirt with Pan Jinlian? It was all because of lust! Besides, Ximen Qing wasn't even at home!
"Hey! Lick my embroidered shoes first!" Jinlian looked down at Chen Jingji kneeling at her feet, holding a whip in her left hand and the reins in her right, and lifted up one of her embroidered shoes.
Jingji groveled like a lapdog, licking Jinlian's shoes until they were almost completely wet. Jinlian then pulled Jingji to sit on the edge of the bed and had Chunmei bring over a plate of fried tofu and a plate of cold vermicelli. Chunmei, naked, sat beside Jinlian and placed the vermicelli and tofu at their feet. "Take off my and Chunmei's embroidered shoes and socks!"
Jinlian whispered to Jingji, who was kneeling before her. Jingji tried to take off Jinlian's embroidered shoes with his hands, but "smack!" he was struck hard on the shoulder with a whip. "Did I tell you to use your hands! You dog slave, use your mouth, you idiot!"
Jinlian poked Jingji's forehead with the whip. Jingji had no choice but to lower his head in humiliation and bite down on the back of the embroidered shoes. After a lot of effort, he finally managed to take them off. As he took off his socks, he smelled the alluring fragrance of pollen emanating from the white cloth socks and couldn't help but sniff them a few more times. At this moment, he still had such refined tastes.
Jinlian paid great attention to her beautiful feet, applying a mixture of jasmine powder, spices, and ghee to them daily to keep them smooth and fragrant. All this meticulous care was for Ximen Qing's enjoyment! Ximen Qing disliked smelly feet; he loved licking Pan Jinlian's fair, delicate, and fragrant feet!
Chen Jingji also used his mouth to remove Chunmei's shoes and socks. Chunmei's feet couldn't compare to Pan Jinlian's; she was a maid! Sometimes, when she was tired from serving her master, she would simply sleep without washing her feet. The sour stench of her feet made Jingji hold his breath, frown, and secretly complain: "How many days has it been since she washed her feet? Good heavens!
This smell… Fifth Sister's feet smell much better!"
"You're hungry now, aren't you! Oh dear! You didn't eat anything while drinking earlier, so I'll feed you to make you feel better!"
Pan Jinlian used her slender toes to pick up the rice noodles from the plate. Because the noodles were so long, she had to
stick her leg up high. Jinlian's posture was extremely graceful. "Eat up!" she shouted at Jingji. The rice noodles, like a few shiny silver threads, were sucked into Jingji's mouth with a "slurp." Chunmei picked up a piece of greasy tofu with her big toe and middle toe and held it out. "Come on, son, let Mom feed you!" Jingji snorted and ate the tofu by pressing it against her toes. The two of them fed him, one after the other, keeping Jingji busy. They were amused by Chen Jingji's comical and cheeky behavior and giggled.
A moment later, Pan Jinlian untied her gauze bodice and removed her purple silk skirt, revealing her exquisitely beautiful and voluptuous body. Her pair of white, full breasts stood proudly erect, a silent provocation to Chen Jingji.
Kneeling on the ground, Chen Jingji breathed heavily, his eyes burning with desire and hunger. He longed to pounce on her and possess her delicate, alabaster-white body, but he feared the whip in Jinlian's jade-like hand, and could only swallow his saliva, his throat parched.
"You dog! Haven't you always been lusting after my body? Come on! Come on! Hehe!" Jinlian reclined slightly on the embroidered bed, one hand supporting her cheek as she lewdly laughed at Jingji, beckoning him with her other finger.
Overwhelmed with surprise and delight, Chen Jingji couldn't believe his ears. He reached up and slapped his masked face, feeling the pain and realizing he wasn't dreaming! This was what he had longed for! He eagerly crouched down and pounced, forgetting the pain from the whip marks on his body.
Jinlian raised her delicate foot and kicked Jingji's face, stopping him from lunging at her. "Do you think my body is so easily obtained? Go and kowtow!" Jinlian said playfully.
"Oh, yes!" Jingji obediently knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jinlian, which made Chunmei, who was sitting next to Jinlian, laugh loudly.
"But! You can only use your tongue!" Jinlian instructed Chen Jingji, who was kneeling by the bed. Only then did Jingji understand Pan Jinlian's intention. Jinlian spread her pink and white thighs, revealing the vulva that all men dreamed of. Her jade hands rubbed her breasts. "Quick...come...lick it!" Pan Jinlian's breathing became uneven, and her voice began to change tone. Her vagina was already wet. Chen Jingji brought his mouth close to Pan Jinlian's vulva and stuck out his tongue. He smelled the fragrance of pollen and a slight sweat.
Chunmei leaned against Jinlian, and Jinlian gently extended her tongue, intertwining it tightly with Chunmei's. Their tongues swirled and intertwined, sucking and licking.
Chunmei lightly bit Jinlian's earlobe and licked the back of her ear, her warm breath brushing against Jinlian's neck, sending shivers of ticklish sensation through her body. Soon, this feeling spread to every part of her body.
Chen Jingji's thick, fleshy tongue slid across the dark, dense pubic hair between Pan Jinlian's pubic bones, licking at the two pink petals. A few tender pubic hairs grew sparsely around the petals. He sucked the petals into his mouth, gently nibbling them with his teeth, then his tongue rolled up and down in the gap between the petals.
"Ah...ah...dog...dog slave...ah...tongue skill...ah...like this...good...ah...ah!" Jinlian's pearly lips emitted wanton, pleasurable moans.
This was a piece of cake for Jingji; his tongue searched for the bud hidden among the stamens.
It was the most sensitive spot for a woman's erogenous zones, appearing shy and timid, hiding itself exceptionally well. Jingji still found it, gently rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, making it even more delicate and rosy.
"Ah...it's...this...here...um...don't stop...ah ah...so good...ah..." Pan Jinlian's body tensed, her two slender hands pressing tightly against Chen Jingji's head between her legs, unwilling to let go.
Chunmei sucked and licked one of Pan Jinlian's nipples, while gently rubbing the other with her fingers.
A large amount of nectar gushing from the depths of Pan Jinlian's lotus flower was licked into Chen Jingji's mouth and swallowed. As the pleasure of their upper and lower bodies clashed and merged, Jinlian's body began to writhe violently!

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