The Deep-Seated Conspiracy Within the Guo Mansion: Chapters 1 and 2

Please format Chapter 2 according to the rules within 3 days. The Deep Conspiracy Hidden in the Guo Mansion
Author: giuseppe First Published: Huang Rong's Story (Please retain the author and first publication information when forwarding)
"Have Master Guo and Madam not gotten up yet? They usually have the habit of getting up early to practice their martial arts. But it's already past noon, and I still haven't seen them
. It's strange." The young maid waited for a long time in front of Guo Jing and Huang Rong's bedroom, but the doors and windows of Guo Jing and Huang Rong's bedroom were tightly closed, and the surrounding area of the Guo mansion was unusually quiet. The maid couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Master Guo, Madam, are you there?" The maid walked to the bedroom door, boldly knocked on the tightly closed door, and softly asked, "Master Guo... Madam..."
This maid had worked in the Guo mansion for a long time, and Huang Rong had personally given her an elegant name: "Mo Lan." Since Huang Rong gave birth to Guo Xiang and Guo Polu, Mo Lan had taken meticulous care of Huang Rong's daily life, and the relationship between mistress and servant was very good. Mo Lan knew that the great hero Guo Jing mostly lived in the military camp, but Madam Guo always lived in the Guo residence. Moreover, Madam Guo usually got up before dawn every day to busy herself with activities, and never had the habit of sleeping in late.
"Perhaps... Madam Guo didn't stay in the residence last night..." Mo Lan couldn't help but guess to herself. "If they are not here, I should go in and clean up as soon as possible."
Mo Lan knocked on the door again and raised her voice to say again, "Master Guo, Madam Guo, Mo Lan is coming in." Seeing that there was still no response from inside the room, Mo Lan dared to actually reach out and push the door open.
With a "whoosh," the sunlight from the courtyard rushed into Guo Xiang and Huang Rong's bedroom, driving away the darkness inside the room. Mo Lan tiptoed into the room, and the first thing she saw was a pile of men's and women's clothes scattered on the floor.
All sorts of shirts and
trousers were scattered along the doorway, across the wooden table, and all the way to the floor in front of the large bed. Among the piles of discarded clothing, besides clothes and shoes, Mo Lan even saw men's and women's undergarments mixed together. Looking at the mess of clothes and shoes, Mo Lan thought with a hint of astonishment, "Master and Madam are always so neat and clean; they've never left their clothes like this before. Today's events are too strange!"
What struck Mo Lan even more abruptly was that even the undergarment Guo Ye had given to Madam was crumpled and soiled, tossed in front of the bed. Mo Lan knew that Huang Rong cherished this undergarment and never allowed the maids to wash it. No matter how busy the war was, this token of their love was always carefully handled by Huang Rong herself; even Mo Lan couldn't do it for her. But now, this exquisite little bodice was coldly and heartlessly discarded on the ground, covered in dust and grime, a stark contrast to the way the lady usually treated it with such care.
The bedroom was unusually messy, but with the maid's keen observation, she noticed that more and more strange things were happening in the Guo family's bedroom today. Not only were the cups and plates scattered on the table, but even the candles that had been replaced yesterday were now burned out, and the rarely used bed curtains had been lowered, obscuring the scene on the large bed.
"This scene... something's not right... it seems that Master Guo and Madam were both here last night..." Mo Lan's heart pounded wildly. Looking at the large bed with its tightly closed curtains, the maid could vaguely guess why the two hadn't woken up yet.
Although Mo Lan was still a virgin, before entering the Guo family, she had worked as a maid in an official's household. At that time, the wealthy and powerful family that Mo Lan served was incredibly extravagant and licentious. They not only indulged in debauchery day and night with their wives and concubines, but also frequently harassed the maids and servants in the household. Fortunately, Mo Lan was young and naive, thus avoiding the harassment of her former masters. However, under the influence of that environment, Mo Lan inevitably gained knowledge and understanding of matters of love and intimacy. Moreover, after her masters' sexual relations, Mo Lan was forced to change the bedsheets and wash clothes, doing things that made her extremely ashamed.
Fortunately, since Mo Lan entered the Guo household, Guo and Huang had never asked her to do such obscene things, thus relieving her of a burden. Initially, Mo Lan thought that Guo and Huang were too shy and embarrassed to have servants handle such private matters between husband and wife. After all, martial arts practitioners are not like high-ranking officials. Guo Rong and Huang Rong, in particular, preferred to handle many details of their lives personally, especially cleaning up the mess left after their intimate moments. Therefore, although Mo Lan had served Guo Rong and Huang Rong for a long time, she hadn't yet performed the dirty tasks of washing clothes and changing beds that she had done when serving officials. However,
the longer Mo Lan served in the Guo household, the more she noticed that Guo Rong and Huang Rong were rarely together and had no time to enjoy their intimate moments. Seeing this loving couple working tirelessly for their country and people, Mo Lan felt even greater admiration for Guo Rong and Huang Rong's loyalty to their country. But on the other hand, Mo Lan was also a woman, and seeing such a beautiful and delicate woman like Madam Guo sleeping alone every night, suffering the torment of unrequited love, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Huang Rong.
"I regret teaching my husband to seek fame and fortune"—Mo Lan had seen Madam Guo repeatedly write this fragmented poem on paper. The poignant and lingering emotions conveyed in the poem captivated even the young and innocent Mo Lan. However, this was ultimately a private matter between husband and wife, and outsiders were not allowed to interfere. Therefore, despite Mo Lan's deep sympathy for her wife, she was powerless to help. She could only secretly keep an eye on Master Guo and his wife, hoping that one day she could do the chores of washing their bed and changing their blankets.
Perhaps heaven rewards those who persevere, for the strange signs in the bedroom suggested that the renowned couple might have shared a passionate night of intimacy. Mo Lan thought of Huang Rong, who had waited for Master Guo for months, finally being reunited with her husband. She felt happy for her wife and a little shy herself. Guessing that the couple was enjoying a rare moment of tenderness, Mo Lan naturally didn't want to disturb them. She secretly planned to tidy up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and then quietly leave.
After Mo Lan began folding and arranging the two men's clothes, she went to the bedside and picked up the last garment on the floor—Madam Guo's personal undergarment. The events of the previous night immediately became clear. If Mo Lan's earlier suspicions about the Guo and Huang couple's illicit affair lacked concrete evidence, then this undergarment was proof of the passionate scene of the previous night.
The fabric, which should have been as smooth as silk, was now dry, stiff, wrinkled, and filthy. Parts of the undergarment were still sticking together suggestively, and Mo Lan had to laboriously pull and smooth them out to untie it. However, after Mo Lan smoothed out the wrinkles, she discovered that the once vibrant, bright red undergarment was now covered in water stains that would make any maid blush with shame. These palm-sized, milky-white stains were not unfamiliar to Mo Lan, but the maid had never encountered them in the Guo household before. This stained undergarment, isn't it the most convincing evidence of the aftermath of a passionate encounter?
Mo Lan blushed and thought, her heart pounding, "Heavens! So much... so filthy... can Madam still wear this undergarment?" Staring at the shameful stains on the undergarment, the young maid, in the prime of her youth, was filled with erotic fantasies: imagining Madam's alabaster-white body covered by Master Guo's strong, powerful physique, a scene of passionate union between man and woman. The two must have been deeply in love last night, enjoying countless nights of passion, and were still fast asleep.
Holding her bodice, Mo Lan was lost in thought, imagining whether her mistress had ejaculated on Master Guo's body during her climax last night, whether it had occurred on their bed, whether it had... occurred on the bodice Mo Lan held in her hands
. At the tender age of sixteen, the more Mo Lan's thoughts wandered, the more she felt an indescribable tingling and throbbing sensation within her, making her body burn with heat. Mo Lan was at the peak of her passion and curiosity regarding matters of love. Looking at the low-hanging curtains, a sudden thought struck her: "I wonder if Madam and Master Guo are currently embracing intimately. They are usually so dignified and proper, never showing any affection in front of others. Even in the quiet of the night, I have never seen them engage in any intimate behavior. Now that everyone is alone, and Master Guo and Madam are fast asleep, shouldn't I take advantage of this beautiful moment to spy on them for a moment?"
Although she shouldn't have spied on her mistress's privacy, Mo Lan was young and restless, and Guo and Huang rarely consummated their marriage. Now that she could witness this renowned couple's tender and affectionate moments after their lovemaking, how could the young maid not seize this opportunity to feast her eyes on their shy demeanor?
With this mischievous thought, Mo Lan could no longer restrain herself. She tiptoed to the bed and was about to lift the bed curtains.
Before the curtains were even pulled back, Mo Lan could already smell a sweet and sour scent. She had served the lady of the house during her baths and changes of clothes and knew that Madam Guo was blessed with a naturally intoxicating fragrance. But the fragrance emanating from the bed now carried another scent that Mo Lan couldn't explain—a rich and alluring aroma. This seductive scent was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, yet it possessed an indescribable allure, making the young maid's heart pound and her face flush red.
Mo Lan, trying to calm herself, slowly drew back the bed curtains on the right side of the bed, her heart filled with impulsive playfulness…
There are some things in this world that should not be discovered, some secrets that should not be revealed, and some privacy that should not be leaked.
“Ah!…” Deeply shocked by the scene before her, Mo Lan, though somewhat prepared, still couldn’t help but cry out in extreme shame. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, but forgot that she was holding that extremely filthy undergarment…
Her eyes were filled with a seductive, spring-like scene, her mouth and nose still buried in the undergarment, smelling the lewd scent. This stimulation was beyond what a pure-hearted maid could bear. Mo Lan couldn’t describe her feelings at this moment. She only knew that the image of Madam Guo, dignified and virtuous in her heart, had been shattered by what she saw today.
The man and woman on the bed were both completely naked, without a single garment. Although they had spent the entire night in passionate lovemaking, their bodies remained entwined, inseparable and intimately intertwined. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, how could Mo Lan have believed that the woman on the bed, so gentle and submissive, was the same shrewd strategist, Lady Guo, who usually led the heroes?
At this moment, the woman's snow-white body lay on her side at the edge of the bed, her jade-like back facing outwards. Her left leg was stretched out, while her right leg was slightly bent, obediently resting on the man's lower body. Although the heroine's ample thighs covered most of the man's genitals, they still couldn't prevent Mo Lan from seeing his thick, erect penis. Although it had already feasted on her beauty, it was still like an untamed serpent, its dark red tip protruding from beneath the woman's fair thighs, displaying a ferocious arrogance.
"So big..." This was Mo Lan's honest reaction after seeing the man's lower body. Then she thought, "As expected of someone who practices martial arts, he is really strong... Such a big penis... I wonder how Madam can handle it..." As soon as the lewd and infidelity fantasies arose in her mind, Mo Lan naturally turned her gaze to the depths between Madam's buttocks. Just as Mo Lan had expected, the vulva, still flushed with moisture, was a seductive peach-red. The labia, so thoroughly plucked, remained unable to close, the entire private area resembling a flower ravaged by a storm—both stunning and pitiful.
"Heavens!" Mo Lan exclaimed involuntarily, a deep sense of shame washing over her. "Madam's private parts are so swollen! Guo Jing... he's really too heartless..."
From beginning to end, Mo Lan had assumed the lovers embracing in bed were Guo Jing and Huang Rong, because she had only lifted the right side of the bed curtains, exposing only their lower bodies! The left side, covering their upper bodies, remained untouched!
Mo Lan's gaze could travel from Madam's rounded ankles upwards, along her long, firm legs, all the way to her full, high buttocks. But the maid's greedy gaze could no longer escape from Madam Guo's naked body above her hips. A thin curtain blocked her view, simultaneously concealing the man's identity on the bed, allowing their shocking and scandalous affair to remain a secret for the time being.
Perhaps it was because Mo Lan feared the sunlight outside would shine directly on their faces, waking "Guo Jing" and Huang Rong; or perhaps it was because Mo Lan was already deeply moved by their sensual and intimate lower bodies, that she had no desire to pull back the left side of the bed curtains. Gazing at their naked lower bodies, the maid was contentedly lost in her own fantasies, imagining how loving and tender "Master Guo" and his wife had been the previous night.
After a long, long time, Mo Lan finally and reluctantly withdrew her gaze from their naked bodies. She silently prayed that "Master Guo" and his wife would remain as loving and devoted as they were today, forever an enviable couple.
Mo Lan quietly lowered the right-hand bed curtain. Feeling she had finally witnessed the loving intimacy of Guo and Huang, the maidservant left the room with a joyful heart to continue her errands elsewhere.
If...
if the right-hand bed curtain had also been lifted...
if Mo Lan had learned the truth, what would she think?
Shock? Disagreement? Disappointment? Anger? Anger that her wife had destroyed her hopes for chaste love? Anger at that presumptuous lecher, hating him for defiling her wife's body? In any case, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that Mo Lan hadn't lifted the left-hand curtain. This way, Huang Rong would forever remain the celestial maiden in the little girl's eyes, forever chaste and inviolable.
And the sweet Huang Rong, still soundly asleep, had no idea of the perilous situation that had just unfolded. Her personal maid, Mo Lan, was just one step away from discovering her affair with Yelü Qi. The shameful secret of her incestuous relationship with her son-in-law would also inevitably be revealed. It was truly a stroke of luck that the two of them had escaped this fate today!
After a long while, Huang Rong finally woke up. Feeling herself naked and intimately nestled against a man, Huang Rong initially instinctively thought it was her beloved Jing Gege sleeping beside her. However, the inexplicable weakness in her body and the waves of shy, burning pain in her vulva seemed to remind her of the extraordinary experience of the previous night.
Huang Rong carefully turned her head, afraid that even the slightest movement would wake the still-sleeping man beside her. Glancing at the man beside her, Huang Rong felt that everything still felt unreal, like a dream. That young and handsome face was so familiar, yet it also felt strangely unfamiliar to her. Huang Rong felt a connection with this young man that was both that of master and disciple, and that of mother and son; unexpectedly
, they had developed a physical relationship. She recalled that when she first met him, Guo Fu was being held hostage by the Valley Master Gongsun, and the assembled heroes were helpless. Yelü Qi intervened in time to save her, instantly winning Huang Rong's favor. She found him to be mature and reserved, more trustworthy and reliable than many men his age. At that time, the Song and Mongol relations were strained, and many martial arts heroes, soldiers, and generals opposed the Guo family taking a descendant of Mongol nobility as their son-in-law. Even Guo Fu, who had always been quite fond of the two brothers, was initially reluctant to marry him. Despite this, Huang Rong overruled the objections and took this Mongol man as her son-in-law. This might also be because her beloved Guo Jing had also grown up in the desert, and Huang Rong hoped that Guo Fu, like her, would marry someone worthy of her lifelong commitment.
Originally, the Guo family was harmonious and united, and everything was so perfect. But since Guo Jing and Guo Fu left the Guo family, only Yelü Qi, Huang Rong, and the two children were often left at home. Xiang'er and Po Lu were mostly at the academy, undoubtedly giving the father-in-law and son-in-law more opportunities to be alone. Huang Rong spent her days with Yelü Qi, teaching him the Dog-Beating Staff Technique and the Beggars' Sect's business, and comforting him after he was abandoned by Fu'er and became depressed. The two, already often alone together, grew increasingly intimate. After Huang Rong offered to masturbate her son-in-law, they had already crossed the moral line between mother-in-law and son-in-law. For months, Huang Rong would touch or clamp her son-in-law's penis with her hands or legs, unaware that this was playing with fire. The heroine's long-dormant body was thoroughly aroused each time she and her son-in-law committed adultery. Under the boy's fervent pleas and Huang Rong's self-destructive behavior, the beautiful woman finally did something immoral with her son-in-law.
Huang Rong looked at Yelü Qi sleeping on her husband's pillow, covered with his blankets, while she herself shamelessly slept naked in his embrace. A wave of guilt washed over her. Her beloved Jing-gege had slept peacefully beside her in the same spot not long ago. Poor Jing-gege could never have imagined that in just a few months, his beloved wife would be sleeping in his bed with another.
"Adultery!"
These words flashed through Huang Rong's mind. These words were filled with debauchery, depravity, infidelity, and impurity, completely unrelated to the renowned Lady Guo and the chivalrous Huang Rong. But her actions last night were truly those of a seductive, wanton woman, shamelessly engaging in adultery with a man other than her husband.
"Adulteress!"
No, she was more despicable, more filthy than an adulteress, because the man she had cheated with was her son-in-law! Her disciple! That was a heinous crime of incest and disgrace! In the criminal law of the Song Dynasty, adultery and incest were punishable by exile at the very least, and execution at worst.
Lying in bed, Huang Rong's consciousness gradually cleared, and her self-reproach and guilt intensified.
Last night, in the heat of passion, Huang Rong and her son-in-law's illicit affair had only brought pleasure, ecstasy, and climax.
Today, after the passion subsided, their illicit relationship brought only shame, guilt, and remorse.
Fragmented memories of last night pieced together in her mind, each one feeling utterly repulsive. Every lewd action and every wanton word she uttered felt strangely foreign to her.
When she and her beloved Jing slept together, she had been so reserved and restrained, so self-disciplined. Even the slightest increase in her breathing or moaning, or the most wanton gesture or expression, would have filled Huang Rong with shame. But when her son-in-law Yelü Qi and she were indulging in wild passion last night, she was completely uninhibited, displaying unrestrained passion and captivating allure in front of him. Yelü Qi seemed to see through the secrets of her body, arousing her desire during his caresses and driving her wild and lost state during his thrusts, causing Huang Rong to succumb to extreme excitement and lust several times.
Last night, Huang Rong could act like a young girl in love, flirting and flattering her lover;
last night, Huang Rong could act like a courtesan, wantonly begging for pleasure from her client.
All sorts of shameful and shameful wanton behavior, she did it all so naturally in front of her son-in-law. This kind of unrestrained and uninhibited indulgence in the bedroom was something she had never experienced with her husband Guo Jing, and even Huang Rong herself could not have imagined that the pleasures of the boudoir could be so intoxicating and soul-stirring, capable of driving one mad and lost in carnal desire. Yelü Qi seemed to possess a strange and alluring magic, easily stirring the wildness hidden deep within her, making her recklessly engage in passionate lovemaking with him all night.
Although the chivalrous woman was ashamed to admit it, the man most compatible with her was actually her daughter's husband, Yelü Qi!
What made Huang Rong feel most ashamed and guilty last night was that, under Yelü Qi's storm-like thrusting, she had tacitly allowed her son-in-law to ejaculate inside her. Huang Rong clearly knew that bearing children and continuing the family line was her sacred responsibility as Guo Jing's wife. How could she be so greedy for a moment of pleasure and so rashly accept another man's sperm? Before engaging in lovemaking with Yelü Qi, she had repeatedly warned her son-in-law that the two of them must not cross this final moral boundary. Although Yelü Qi had warned her beforehand as he approached ejaculation, Huang Rong's willpower faltered, and it seemed as if she herself had encouraged her son-in-law, inviting him to release every last drop of his essence into the depths of her womb.
"Rong'er, oh Rong'er! Are you insane? He... he's just a child!" Huang Rong gazed at Yelü Qi, still fast asleep beside her. He appeared even younger and more childish in his deep slumber. After all, he was a generation younger than her, and to have such an incestuous relationship with such a young man made Huang Rong feel even more that the events of the previous night were absurd.
Looking closely at his still-childish handsome face, Huang Rong couldn't help but lament that she, a mother herself, was unworthy of such a young man. Yelü Qi and her daughter Guo Fu had a bright future ahead of them; although there was a slight rift between them now, they would surely reconcile in the future. As a mother-in-law, she should strive to reunite them, not continue their transgressions and debauchery to indulge their lust.
For the future and happiness of everyone in the Guo family, she must rid herself of this companion of lust and steer their relationship back on track.
She was born a member of the Guo family, and she would die a member of the Guo family!
She was Jing-gege's first wife, and she must never let another man touch her body again!
Although she had made a grave mistake last night, Huang Rong, now that the tide of lust had subsided, finally regained her reason and chastity, and was wholeheartedly determined to remain chaste for her husband and children.
Huang Rong got out of bed, quickly and neatly dressed, and tidied her appearance, ensuring that her appearance and body no longer bore any trace of last night's lovemaking, before waking her son-in-law, Yelü Qi.
Without giving her son-in-law a chance to speak, Huang Rong suppressed her boundless shame and poured out her thoughts of remaining chaste for her husband. Facing the man with whom she had a fleeting romance, Huang Rong felt a strange tension, even her speech became somewhat slurred. However, she knew that if she didn't take this opportunity to clarify their relationship, they would only continue to wallow in their passion, causing increasing harm to everyone.
After Huang Rong finished speaking, she carefully observed Yelü Qi's expression, hoping that her decisiveness wouldn't cause him too much harm.
Huang Rong had assumed that a young man experiencing celibacy for the first time would desperately cling to her, even resorting to threats and intimidation, trying every possible method to win her back. But to her surprise, Yelü Qi's reaction to her advice was surprisingly mature and calm. He not only agreed that their mistake the previous night was a grave transgression, and that incest between father-in-law and son-in-law was a grave breach of ethics, but also promised to treat Guo Fu even better in the future, so as not to cause his mother-in-law any more worry or trouble.
Yelü Qi's response was certainly unexpected for Huang Rong, but it also brought her relief that a difficult problem had been easily solved. After all, although the two had shared a physical intimacy, it seemed this ill-fated relationship hadn't diminished the genuine affection between mother-in-law and son-in-law. Moreover, Huang Rong had to admit that the intense pleasure she felt the previous night when her son-in-law and mother-in-law were joined in ecstasy was truly intoxicating; even Huang Rong, a seasoned wife, had been captivated by it, greedily clinging to her son-in-law for a second round. Huang Rong, of course, understood that it was no easy feat for a young man as vigorous as Yelü Qi to resist the allure of the world's greatest pleasure. Yelü Qi's magnanimous and polite response undoubtedly increased Huang Rong's fondness for him.
However, on the other hand, when Huang Rong saw Yelü Qi agree with her, directly admit to his mistake the previous night, and display a face full of shame and guilt no less than hers, this scene stirred a complex and inexplicable resentment within the heroine. The feeling was a mixture of loss, heartbreak, and frustration, a complex and confusing mix that Huang Rong couldn't quite discern.
She handed Yelü Qi the neatly folded men's clothing by the bedside and turned her back to him to help him dress. While this seemed like a matter of propriety, and Huang Rong didn't want to see her son-in-law dressing, the resentment in her heart was clearly visible on her beautiful face. Huang Rong didn't want her son-in-law to know the truth, so she used the excuse of watching him change to turn her back to Yelü Qi.
Hearing the rustling sounds of her son-in-law dressing and his firm footsteps towards the door, Huang Rong still dared not turn around, afraid that Yelü Qi would see her so vulnerable and sensitive and misunderstand. However, when she heard her son-in-law's last words before leaving, the intense humiliation and bruised pride finally brought tears to her eyes.
"Mother-in-law... I will never forget your kindness..."
With a soft "bang," the bedroom door was slammed shut, separating the two men, each lost in their own thoughts.
Looking at the bright sunshine in the sky and smelling the fresh air in the courtyard, Yelü Qi smiled outside the door.
The self-reproach and guilt that had filled his face in the room suddenly vanished from Yelü Qi's expression. His smile was one of unbridled smugness, unbridled joy, and unbridled pride, making it hard to believe that the seemingly honest and sincere young man could now smile with such unfathomable depth, such sinister and chilling charm.
"I really want to see my mother-in-law's expression right now!" Yelü Qi thought with a wicked grin. "This beauty has quite the pride, and she only pretends to be chaste after doing something like this! Hmph! I deliberately let myself sleep with you all night, and now I'm indifferent to you. I'll see how long this little slut can keep up her act of chastity!" Yelü Qi knew all along that his mother-in-law wasn't heartless towards him, so the more indifferent he pretended to be about last night's events, the more he could hurt Huang Rong's pride!
Moreover, he knew perfectly well how hurtful that "thank you" he had said at parting was; his mother-in-law had risked her reputation to engage in a physical and spiritual union with him, breaking all boundaries in her infidelity. Yelü Qi casually told her, "I will never forget your kindness," and thus robbed her of her lifelong chastity and purity. How could Huang Rong not feel resentful? This statement was deliberately meant to make Huang Rong feel like a prostitute, used and discarded by men after they had satisfied their lust. What pleased him even more was that Huang Rong thought her thanks were an unintentional slip from her son-in-law, unaware that this was Yelü Qi's strategy to provoke and tease her. Yelü Qi
had already calculated that a woman as chaste as his mother-in-law would feel extreme remorse for her first infidelity after losing her virginity; this mentality of women was very familiar to him. If a man were to force or pester her at this time, it would often backfire and become annoying. Therefore, Yelü Qi deliberately echoed Huang Rong, not only feigning agreement that the two should not overstep the bounds of propriety and commit further transgressions, but also promising that the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law would never change because of this incident. Yelü Qi had repeatedly used this tactic of feigned retreat to advance and playing hard to get to successfully manipulate many women.
In fact, he was quite confident; as the saying goes, "One night of marriage brings a hundred nights of affection," and this first-time, soul-crushing act of infidelity was something Huang Rong couldn't simply forget. If her heart were truly still and her chastity deeply rooted, why would she have turned her back to him and secretly grieved?
Such emotions are inherently contradictory and complex. Huang Rong, who had previously simply loved her husband, couldn't understand why she shed tears for her son-in-law's simple thanks. She only vaguely felt a sense of humiliation, a feeling of being despised and betrayed, and a sudden, inexplicable emptiness and melancholy gripping her heart, making it difficult for her to control herself, and tears streamed down her face.
This first experience of betraying her husband not only allowed Huang Rong to taste the ultimate pleasure of love but also made her experience the complex emotions following her first act of adultery.
Huang Rong's trembling heart couldn't help but think, "Could it be that my son-in-law and I can really go back to our simple father-in-law and son-in-law relationship? But... wouldn't it be wonderful if we could go back to the way things were before? Rong'er, Rong'er, you mustn't think such things... Brother Jing... Brother Jing is your husband. Last night... was just... just a dream... a spring dream forever buried in your heart..."
The heroine sighed softly, forcing herself to calm down, deciding to stop herself from thinking such things. Now that her son-in-law had left, Huang Rong should go out to the Guo residence to see if Po Lu and Xiang'er would be back from the study soon.
Just as Huang Rong was about to leave her bedroom, a series of troublesome things came rushing back. She suddenly remembered the two sets of neatly folded clothes! Recalling what had just happened, not only were her own clothes neatly folded, but even her son-in-law Yelü Qi's clothes were. Last night, Huang Rong, exhausted after her second orgasm under her son-in-law, fell into a deep sleep. She had no energy left to fold clothes
. At that time, she was focused on explaining and clarifying their relationship to Yelü Qi, and had no time to notice such trivial details. But now, recalling the neatly arranged clothes, Huang Rong's recently relieved heart tightened. She immediately thought that the only people who could freely enter and leave her room, besides her brother Jing, were her personal maid, Mo Lan. Yelü Qi and her clothes had been neatly folded and carefully placed on the small wooden table in front of the bed—something her brother Jing could never have done.
The person who had entered was undoubtedly Mo Lan.
How could she let a third party know her unspeakable secrets? After all, her affair with her son-in-law not only concerned their reputations but also involved the entire Guo family. If such a shocking scandal were to spread, the Guo family would find it difficult to maintain their standing in Xiangyang and the martial arts world. Although Mo Lan was utterly loyal to her, it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't gossip about it to others.
"My relationship with Yelü Qi is very complicated. Although Mo Lan is very much to my liking, if she finds out about this..." Huang Rong gritted her teeth, feeling ashamed of her cruel and heartless thoughts: "Alas... I only hope she didn't see my... disgraceful state..."
Just as she was anxious and flustered, coincidentally, Mo Lan came to Huang Rong's bedroom again at this time, bringing lunch.
It turned out that the kind and good-hearted maid had seen that her mistress had been so badly tormented by "Master Guo" last night, so she had obediently prepared some nourishing and yin-tonifying foods, especially for Huang Rong to enjoy. Although Mo Lan knew that Madam had never liked this kind of medicinal cuisine, things were different now. If Madam's body, so "overworked and exhausted," wasn't replenished, wouldn't it be a waste of "Master Guo's" health?
Truly, appearances reflect the heart; the moment the maid, her mind filled with erotic thoughts, entered the room, Huang Rong, with her keen observation, knew something was amiss. Today, the little girl Mo Lan blushed instantly upon meeting Huang Rong's eyes, her face radiating shyness. When Mo Lan entered the room, she lowered her head and remained silent, a stark contrast to her usual talkative nature. Seeing the maid's obvious change today, Huang Rong felt conflicted, and also remained silent.
An unusually suffocating atmosphere filled the room. The mistress and servant were alone together, yet there was no communication.
On one side was the guilty mistress, fearing that her incestuous and immoral deeds would be discovered.
On the other side was a maidservant, feeling guilty for her actions and not wanting her mistress to know she had spied on them.
The two, who had previously gotten along well and talked about everything, were now silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
After Mo Lan put down her food plate, Huang Rong finally broke the silence, tentatively asking, "Lan'er... this morning, did you come in? Did you... clean the room? Did you... see anything?"
Faced with Guo Madam's barrage of questions, Mo Lan's pretty face flushed crimson. Being asked this, Mo Lan's mind flashed back to the erotic scene of Guo Jing and Huang Rong's bodies intertwined. Those two naked bodies, intimately entwined, were filled with the sweet warmth after passion.
In this situation, should she directly admit to spying, or should she just make something up?
Looking at Huang Rong, now dressed neatly, her appearance as dignified and graceful as ever... But Mo Lan couldn't help but steal a glance at Madam Guo's crotch. Even through the fabric, Mo Lan could clearly see Huang Rong's swollen, red labia, a result of excessive lust!
Mo Lan's fiery gaze deeply stimulated Huang Rong's already tense nerves. She involuntarily squeezed her legs together, as if resisting the maid's undisguised and bold prying. Her heart was filled with doubt and suspicion, and she pressed on again, "You...you saw it all...you know everything about me and...him...you saw everything...what exactly did you see?"
Seeing Madam Guo, who was usually unmoved even by the collapse of Mount Tai, so shy and nervous about their "marital" intimacy, the maid couldn't help but smile wryly. She kindly comforted Madam Guo, saying, "Actually, Madam, there's no need to blame yourself too much. Master Guo is rarely home, and I always see you all alone, which is truly heartbreaking. What happened last night... although it was... a bit crazy... it wasn't a bad thing. You shouldn't feel ashamed, Madam... such matters between men and women are perfectly normal, and I'm actually quite happy for you!"
What was said in jest was taken to heart by the listener. Mo Lan genuinely wanted to comfort her mistress, telling her not to feel ashamed of their marital relations and advising her to spend more time with Master Guo and enjoy life to the fullest. Her intentions were good. However, to Huang Rong, Mo Lan's words sounded like an excuse for her and her son-in-law's licentious behavior!
With a loud "!", Huang Rong slammed her jade-like hand heavily on the wooden table, and she stood up abruptly. Her pretty face turned cold, her phoenix eyes held a commanding presence, and the imposing aura of someone who commanded countless heroes and soldiers immediately terrified Mo Lan, who knelt down, trembling as she said, "Madam... this servant deserves to die. This servant shouldn't have peeked... at you." She paused, still unable to tell the truth, only saying, "But when this servant came in... the wind... the wind blew up the bed curtains, and that's how... this servant saw your legs... but this servant only saw a small part of your lower bodies... and... I didn't intend to spy..."
Mo Lan's trembling words reminded Huang Rong of how she and Yelü Qi had drawn the bed curtains to hide their shame before their unrestrained pleasure the day before. Although the curtains had been blown up by the wind, fortunately, Mo Lan had only seen her and Yelü Qi's lower bodies. So, the little maid was completely unaware of her infidelity, and the heroine's anger immediately subsided considerably. Huang Rong's tense nerves finally relaxed in this space, and she slumped back into her chair as if she had lost her support.
"That's great..." Huang Rong thought with relief, "My reputation has been temporarily preserved, which can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune." But then she thought again, she was upright and honest, and had never done anything wrong. After her one-night stand with Yelü Qi and the lewd act she committed, she had become timid and fearful, even in front of her own maid.
Huang Rong was full of worries, and although the medicinal food brought by Mo Lan was exquisite, the heroine could not eat at this moment. What's more, Huang Rong had another problem on her mind, and she hesitated whether to ask Mo Lan how to solve it.
This problem was embarrassing, her body still contained the yang essence of another man, and if she didn't find a way to cleanse it, Huang Rong would never be at peace. Although she didn't want to reveal the matter, the thought that Mo Lan, before entering the Guo family, had served powerful officials and might know about contraception methods for women, made
her suspicious. Besides, besides her own personal maid, Huang Rong didn't know who else to ask. Knowing that the maid had mistakenly believed that it was Jing-gege and she who had made love the previous night, Huang Rong decided to play along and asked calmly, "Lan'er...you know that Jing-gege and I already have three children. With Xiangyang in such turmoil, I really can't...be pregnant again. Last night...last night, he...he...that...he...all of that...was inside me..."
Mo Lan, seeing the usually cheerful and outgoing Madam Guo acting so shyly like a newlywed, couldn't help but find it amusing. Knowing Huang Rong was reluctant to discuss such matters, she knowingly continued, "I've heard of methods of contraception. It's said that placing musk on a woman's navel can prevent pregnancy. This kind of navel patch is called a 'belly-clearing patch.' However, I've heard that this belly-clearing patch not only prevents pregnancy but also terminates a woman's fertility, rendering her unable to conceive again. Furthermore, this belly-clearing patch needs to be mixed with other medicinal herbs to be effective." "This prescription has now been lost, so..."
Seeing the undisguised disappointment on Madam Guo's face, Mo Lan quickly continued, "Madam, don't worry, I know another method that might work. I've heard that if you wash a woman's vulva with saffron, it can stimulate the uterus, thus causing her to expel semen..."
Just as Mo Lan was recounting the contraceptive method in great detail, the maid didn't notice that Madam Guo's eyes suddenly lit up when she mentioned the name saffron...
No longer paying attention to the maid's words, Huang Rong's mind was filled with a short passage from Zhang Hua's *Natural History* that she had read on Peach Blossom Island when she was a child:
"Saffron, from Tibet; shaped like a chrysanthemum, color like blood. This medicinal flower can invigorate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and relieve stagnation. It was originally used to treat amenorrhea, blood stasis, and irregular menstruation in women. However, saffron has
peculiar medicinal properties. Not only is it contraindicated for excessive menstruation and pregnant women, but it can also cause uterine contractions, causing the vagina to expel semen." Huang Rong was still a beautiful young girl when she read this book of natural history. Unexpectedly, many years later, she could recite this passage about saffron word for word. Such photographic memory and intelligence—besides the clever and resourceful Huang Rong, who else in Xiangyang City could do this?
Seeing Mo Lan still eloquently describing the benefits of saffron, Huang Rong couldn't help but smile. How could someone so young know so much about contraception? Huang Rong smiled, pursing her lips, "I really misjudged you. There's another female strategist in the Guo family, and I was completely unaware. But Lan'er, how did you learn that saffron can prevent pregnancy?"
Seeing that her mistress was suspicious, Mo Lan's pretty face immediately showed a slight blush, her eyes flickering with a dreamy look. Mo Lan replied, "When I served the government officials, many of their wives and concubines used this medicine to wash their private parts for contraception. That's where Mo Lan learned it. Of course, I've never used it myself... But I've heard people say that saffron is very effective. Even the emperor's harem uses it to wash their private parts for contraception, so I thought this medicine might be worth a try."
Huang Rong gently held Mo Lan's small hand, comforting the slightly frightened maid, and said gently, "Of course I believe you've never used this medicine... You're still a virgin, how could Madam consider you one of those disreputable women?" At this point, Huang Rong's face flushed, as if she was thinking of her current awkward situation. She coughed lightly and continued, "Then tell Madam where she can buy this saffron flower."
Seeing that Huang Rong wasn't pressing her about how she knew this method, Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief and honestly replied, "Actually, although saffron is quite valuable, it's very common in Xiangyang now. I know of several pharmacies in the city where it can be purchased..."
Huang Rong knew she wasn't very familiar with the medicinal properties of saffron, and testing it on herself was far from ideal. However, since last night when she had indulged in passion and allowed Yelü Qi to ejaculate into her body, his semen had been inside her for several hours. Huang Rong didn't want to become pregnant and give birth to an unwanted child for her son-in-law. If this flower could make up for her mistake last night, Huang Rong was naturally happy to try.
Huang Rong, holding Mo Lan's small hand, led her to the door, urging her repeatedly, "Quick! Go to the accounting office and get some silver to buy some saffron for Madam from the pharmacy. And... don't tell anyone else..."
Seeing Madam Guo's anxious expression, Mo Lan was immediately amused and asked, "Then Madam... how much should I buy? Saffron isn't cheap..." But before she could finish speaking, Huang Rong had already half-pushed and half-shoved Mo Lan out of the bedroom.
The little maid stood outside the door, both amused and exasperated, watching Madam Guo quickly close the door. Standing outside the door, Mo Lan felt utterly bewildered, wondering what had happened last night to cause the usually composed Madam Guo to act so unusually. She then heard Huang Rong's soft, charming voice coming from inside the room: "The more the better... Don't worry about the price... Just buy as much as you want... Hurry up and buy the saffron..."
After hearing Mo Lan walk away, Huang Rong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense since morning, finally began to settle. She leaned weakly against the door, reflecting on the morning's ordeal; she had been quite frightened. She had to deal with Yelü Qi, ensure Mo Lan hadn't discovered the affair, conceal her infidelity, and find a way to prevent pregnancy. All these mentally taxing and exhausting responses left Huang Rong feeling overwhelmed and utterly exhausted. She needed a good bath, not only to wash away the marks her son-in-law had left on her, but also to dispel her depression and temporarily stop thinking about any troubles.
The scene of Huang Rong preparing the bath will be left aside for now.
Returning to Yelü Qi, after leaving his parents-in-law's bedroom, he grew increasingly happy and excited about finally being able to have a romantic affair with Huang Rong. He had spent a great deal of time and energy; this beautiful mother-in-law, this previously unattainable possession, had finally become his woman last night.
Yelü Qi had already decided to celebrate today, to rejoice in finally possessing the renowned beauty Huang Rong. He went to the stables, selected a fine steed, and leisurely rode out of the Guo residence.
At that time, the fighting in Xiangyang had eased somewhat, and many merchants took the opportunity to resume their businesses. Yelü Qi first went to a restaurant in the city and bought some exquisite pastries and game, and also purchased two catties of the finest Daughter's Red wine. He ordered the waiter to pack the wine and meat, and then carried them with him as he rode towards the south gate.
Along the way, many commoners, young and old, were taking advantage of this brief period of peace to seek refuge in the south. Yelü Qi followed the crowd of commoners southward, but his smug face, fine clothes, and strong horse made him stand out even more from these ordinary people.
Some disabled and weak old soldiers recognized this young man as Yelü, the young hero of the Guo family in Xiangyang, and took the initiative to greet him, taking this opportunity to curry favor with the great hero Guo and the heroine Huang's son-in-law.
On the surface, Yelü Qi was humble and respectful, but looking at the people of Xiangyang who had benefited greatly from the Guo family, he thought lewdly, "If I told these people that I had slept with Madam Guo, whom they all respected and admired the most, and that I had slept with that little slut all night, their expressions would be very interesting. Humph! These soldiers and commoners all worship their mother-in-law as a fairy or saint, but they don't know that a woman is still a woman. No matter how noble and dignified a woman is, in the end, she is nothing more than a plaything under my crotch!"
Whenever Yelü Qi compared himself to these commoners, he felt even more that he, a young man in his early twenties, was already eating the best wine and meat, wearing the best clothes, riding the best horses, and playing with the best women. Now, even Huang Rong, the heroine admired by everyone in Xiangyang, had been defiled by him. The young man was full of vigor and pride, as if he had enjoyed all the good things in the world by himself.
Yelü Qi followed the group of people south for a while before suddenly turning east, galloping towards a vast, boundless bamboo forest. The lush green bamboo sea, its dense foliage completely blocking out any light, was a sight to behold. Yelü Qi rode in, turning east and west, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The
bamboo forest was filled with a sweet fragrance; surrounded by such verdant greenery, Yelü Qi felt refreshed and invigorated, all the worries of the world vanishing from his mind. He rode for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before the path narrowed slightly. Yelü Qi then tethered his horse and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.
As if he were intimately familiar with this bamboo forest, Yelü Qi walked without hesitation towards the densest parts of the bamboo. He walked further and further, the path becoming increasingly difficult; in some places, he had to press down on the bamboo branches to pass. But Yelü Qi was undeterred, continuing his arduous journey deeper into the bamboo forest. After a
long and arduous walk, the green bamboo seemed to be won over by Yelü Qi's perseverance, gradually parting to create a narrow path. This was the heart of the deserted bamboo forest, but the path had been deliberately carved out beforehand; the earlier obstruction by the bamboo seemed like a deliberate deception to prevent unsuspecting intruders.
The path gradually widened, until finally the bamboo forest revealed a clearing. In the center of the bamboo forest was a verdant valley bursting with life, red flowers and green trees intertwined. This flat area was surrounded by green bamboo, the ground carpeted with lush grass, and everywhere there were exotic flowers and rare herbs. At the center of the clearing was a deep, clear, emerald-green pool, though it was not full, suggesting an outlet for the water. Aside from the murmuring of the stream, the surroundings were tranquil and peaceful, a veritable paradise on earth.
Beside the creek stood a small bamboo hut, serenely isolated amidst lush greenery. Surrounded by bamboo groves and the sounds of birdsong and fragrant flowers, the bamboo hut possessed an elegant and poetic charm. Yet, this place was desolate, quiet, and secluded. Who would build a house and live in seclusion here? Could it be that Yelü Qi built this hut, and he deliberately chose this remote place to celebrate alone? Just
then, a voice came from inside the hut: "You've come! I've been waiting day and night, and finally, I've welcomed you!" Though it was a reproachful and teasing tone, it was filled with a lingering, melancholic tenderness, captivating the heart. Moreover, the voice was gentle, beautiful, and charming—it belonged to a woman!
The woman who lived in the bamboo house not only knew Yelü Qi long ago, but the two also seemed to have an unusual and ambiguous relationship. Judging from the reclusive woman's tone, she seemed to yearn for Yelü Qi earnestly, her words revealing a deep affection. Yelü Qi's profound knowledge of the bamboo path also seemed to prove that he frequently visited the owner of this house. Could it be that the son-in-law of the Guo family had dared to keep a mistress here? With a soft
"yah," the bamboo door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful young woman in a light green dress quickly emerged from the bamboo house. Her eyebrows were arched, her small nose slightly upturned, her face as white as jade, and her complexion as radiant as the morning sun. This woman was none other than Guo Jing and Huang Rong's daughter, Yelü Qi's wife, Guo Fu!
Had Guo Fu already run away from home, breaking Yelü Qi's heart?
Had Guo Fu already written a letter of farewell, convincing Huang Rong of her devotion?
Had Guo Fu already traveled to the Tomb of the Living Dead to find Yang Guo and express her feelings?
No! Guo Fu was here! In the bamboo forest not far from Xiangyang!
How could anyone have imagined that Guo Fu would live alone deep in this bamboo forest? This bamboo hut was isolated from the world, its path so secluded that it would be impossible for an ordinary person to find it. And this place, shrouded in mystery, was surely the perfect place to hide secrets and harbor conspiracies.
Guo Fu rushed out of the hut, arriving before Yelü Qi in a few strides. Her delicate and beautiful face radiated joy, her mature and voluptuous body exuding a fragrant aroma. Without hesitation, Guo Fu threw herself into her husband's arms.
Seeing his beautiful wife so passionately expressing her longing for him, Yelü Qi responded just as fervently. One hand gently encircled her slender waist, while the other roamed over the young woman's full, rounded buttocks. Both hands simultaneously pulled her close, burying Guo Fu's exquisite, curvaceous body deep within Yelü Qi's embrace.
Guo Fu pouted her cute little lips, coquettishly pleading with her husband, "Why did it take you so long to come see me? I...I thought you didn't miss Fu'er anymore."
Yelü Qi gently kneaded his wife's buttocks, enjoying the long-lost alluring firmness, and said with a wicked smile, "Well, I've come. What's wrong...my little Fu'er misses her husband?" He then buried his face in Guo Fu's fair neck, inhaling the young woman's intoxicating fragrance. Yelü Qi already knew that the women of the Guo family were naturally alluring and possessed a unique fragrance. But now, having enjoyed the blessings of having multiple wives, he naturally felt that his daughter was slightly inferior, and his mother was slightly superior.
The once spoiled and willful Guo Fu was now completely submissive and obedient, ready to be taken advantage of. Feeling Yelü Qi's hot breath on her neck, Guo Fu felt a tingling, numb sensation throughout her body, her entire being limp as if she had no bones left. Guo Fu tilted her head slightly, panting, "You...you know perfectly well I miss you...why ask when you already know? You locked me up here, and at first you would often come to visit me. You haven't come since the middle of last month, don't you think about my suffering..." She then swayed and rubbed against Yelü Qi's chest, as if both pleading and teasing. Her large breasts, inherited from her mother, rubbed against Yelü Qi's chest, making it hard to believe that the once innocent and pure Guo Fu could now so naturally exude the mature allure of a young woman.
Yelü Qi felt his wife's tender, firm breasts pressing tightly against his chest. Her breasts, full of soft fat, were topped with two delicate, jewel-like nipples, which now stood proudly erect. Through the thin, almost invisible fabric, those protruding nipples were the best evidence of a woman's arousal.
This lecherous man thought of how, just hours earlier, he had climbed off his mother-in-law's beautiful body. Huang Rong, long celibate, had passionately entangled him all night, and he had already tasted the ultimate pleasure, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.
But now, his daughter Guo Fu was throwing herself into his arms, ardently clinging to him. Yelü Qi knew that after their long separation, his wife was naturally eager for pleasure. Since his beautiful wife had such a desire, it seemed that a passionate lovemaking was inevitable.
He could have both beauties, and both Huang Rong and her daughter! To have his mother-in-law and his young wife—what a romantic and joyous life!
The thought of Huang Rong's flirtatious and wanton behavior last night instantly aroused Yelü Qi's lust. Last night, his mother was overflowing with desire; today, his daughter was consumed by lust. Both of their beautiful, yearning faces were set on him alone. He was currently holding her soft, warm flesh in his arms. Although the woman before him was the radiant Guo Fu, her delicate beauty and voluptuous figure bore the striking resemblance to his mother-in-law. In Yelü Qi's mind, the woman in his arms was both his mother and his wife, and this double temptation only fueled his passion and stirred his wicked thoughts.
He was inherently sexually voracious, often able to seduce multiple women without tiring. Although he had already ejaculated once with his mother-in-law Huang Rong last night, seeing his alluring young wife now, Yelü Qi's enormous penis stirred again, standing erect beneath his clothes.
Yelü Qi roughly grabbed Guo Fu's collar on both sides and pulled it apart. With a "ripping" sound, Guo Fu's frail collar was yanked down.
Beneath her long, slender neck, two clearly defined collarbones and smooth, rounded shoulders were exposed. A large expanse of her fair skin was snow-white and bright, with only a deep cleavage between her breasts forming a seductive, dark line. Although Guo Fu's breasts were not as full and perky as her mother-in-law's, they were still extremely round and soft, befitting her title as Huang Rong's beloved daughter. Those breasts, like inverted jade bowls, were half-concealed and half-revealed under her green dress, a sight that stirred the imagination.
"As expected! Fu'er is indeed completely naked underneath! No wonder I could feel her nipples so clearly when I held her tight earlier!" Yelü Qi thought smugly. "It's been a long time since I properly disciplined this little girl, yet she's still so docile and obedient. I told her not to wear anything, and she wouldn't."
Guo Fu wore only a one-piece embroidered green dress, without even a bra or bodice underneath. The entire outfit was only loosely concealed by a ribbon tied at the waist. Guo Fu was constantly obeying her husband's instructions in this secluded bamboo grove, maintaining such a daring and revealing attire. Her purpose, of course, was to make it easier for her husband, who might visit the bamboo grove at any time, to lustfully play with her body.
Such a docile girl! Such a lewd arrangement!
Yelü Qi casually lifted Guo Fu's delicate chin, looking down at her arrogantly, and said, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
With just this simple, direct question from her husband, Guo Fu's lust was ignited like wildfire. He was always so arrogant and forceful, always so haughty and domineering; and she had long been accustomed to submitting and serving him, even knowing how to enjoy this servile abuse, how to find pleasure in depravity.
Both body and soul, Guo Fu had completely given herself to this man. Yelü Qi was not only her husband, but also her master, her god!
Guo Fu stuck out her delicate tongue, licking it from Yelü Qi's sharply defined chin to his earlobe, then said with adoration, "Good brother... hurry up and fuck your little wife, fuck your little Fu'er's cunt... I miss your big cock so much... hurry up and fuck your wife..."
The beauty's provocative and explicit teasing, more alluring than a prostitute's, could normally arouse any man's animalistic instincts and make his blood boil, but Yelü Qi frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied with his wife's answer, saying, "Fu'er is naughty... have you forgotten all the lessons I've taught you?"
Her husband's displeasure was palpable, making Guo Fu's heart pound, but she could already vaguely guess what her husband was referring to. Thinking back, she too had felt anger, shame, and even jealousy over such beastly behavior. But after being repeatedly violated and humiliated, repeatedly disciplined and disciplined, she now harbors no will to resist this man. If Yelü Qi commands her to go east, she dares not go west; if Yelü Qi commands her to be a wanton woman, she is no longer the apple of Guo Jing and Huang Rong's eye.
She obeys Yelü Qi's every command!
She is Yelü Qi's most loyal female slave!
And more importantly, Guo Fu has long accepted that her identity is not that of Yelü Qi's wife!
Guo Fu immediately corrected her mistake, saying, "Fu'er knows her mistake... Fu'er... Fu'er is not fortunate enough to be my brother's wife in this life. I beg my husband to... to fuck your concubine..."
Guo Fu, who had been formally married into the Yelü family through her parents' arrangement, why would she choose to be a concubine? Why would this pampered and arrogant young lady willingly give up her position as the principal wife?
Yelü Qi seemed quite pleased with these words. Although his anger had turned to joy, he still asked bluntly, "Hehe... That's my good Fu'er. Do you remember why you were demoted to a concubine?"
Guo Fu had lost count of how many times she had answered similar questions. She knew her husband had a twisted and abnormal desire to possess that unattainable beauty, like a celestial fairy. Faced with this dark and lewd desire, Guo Fu, who initially resisted resolutely, was gradually persuaded and assimilated by this evil, and now she is a major accomplice in this lewd plan. She even knows how to utter immoral and unethical words to please Yelü Qi and satisfy his perverse desires. "
Why was she demoted to a concubine?" Guo Fu said in a trembling voice, uttering a shocking statement: "Because...because Brother Qi wants to marry...Sister Rong as his principal wife...so Fu'er...Fu'er is willing to be a concubine."
Yelü Qi saw that every move and word of the little beauty in his arms was to his liking, and the pride and self-satisfaction in his heart were self-evident. But he showed no sign of restraint, continuing to tease Guo Fu, asking, "Then... Sister Rong, who is she to me?" His
provocative question revealed his wicked and wicked intentions. He wanted Guo Fu to utter lewd words herself; he wanted a subservient female slave.
The absurd idea of mother and daughter sharing a husband had taken root in her heart by this demonic man. Now, this incestuous and immoral thought only further stimulated the perverse desires within Guo Fu. Her already completely altered body was driven mad with lust, as if poisoned by aphrodisiacs; her already corrupted mind was as excited as if engaged in sexual intercourse.
He truly understood women's psychology, knew how to lure women into depravity.
His superb bedroom skills, combined with his exceptionally strong physique, made him irresistible to all women in the world.
Guo Fu firmly believed that even the most virtuous and chaste women would become as shameless and willing to be slaves to her in his hands.
Once she had been defiled and trained by him, even chaste women and virtuous widows would undress, and even the fairy Chang'e would loosen her waist.
Even "she"... that unattainable "she" in Xiangyang City, revered as a fairy, would probably... be no exception...
Who was "she"?
"She... Sister Rong, she..." Guo Fu raised her pretty face, her alluring eyes no longer showing the stubbornness and obstinacy of the past, only absolute obedience and cooperation. Like a female slave obedient to her master, Guo Fu shamelessly laughed lasciviously, saying, "She is Huang Rong... my mother! Brother Qi wants to marry my mother, Huang Rong!"
Guo Fu laughed wantonly; Yelü Qi laughed wickedly.
The two figures gradually merged into one, accompanied by the ecstatic moans of a woman…
Under the cover of the bamboo grove, the two shameless individuals indulged in their debauchery in broad daylight beside the hut, completely oblivious to their surroundings…
Meanwhile, in Xiangyang City, the charming Huang Rong, still kept in the dark by her daughter and son-in-law, could not imagine that she had been betrayed by her most trusted and beloved flesh and blood. At this moment, the clever Zhuge Liang was immersed in a pool of spring water, worrying about the various incestuous and immoral acts of the Guo family. Had
Fu'er really gone to find that child, Yang Guo? From her letter of departure, Huang Rong sensed that her willful daughter's mind was made up and there was no turning back; she had truly gone to find Yang Guo to express her feelings.
Can Brother Jing forgive her for her wanton behavior last night? To save her daughter's marriage, she tried every means, and in the end, she even gave herself away. Can this foolish brother understand her predicament?
And Qi'er... can he understand why she insisted on drawing a line with him after one night of pleasure? Last night's lewd love can only happen once, but can he, in his prime, stop now?
And herself... what was the purpose of her sacrifice last night? Was it really to satisfy her son-in-law's desires? Or...
did she not have any selfish motives at all?
Was it responsibility or lust that drove her to be wanton and wanton last night?
Huang Rong dared not think any further...
The relationships among the people in the Guo family suddenly became so complicated, and Huang Rong felt that she could not escape responsibility. Despite her self-proclaimed quick wit and resourcefulness, she had only made matters worse, escalating the family affairs into a chaotic mess. The Guo family was once a paragon of righteousness and chivalry in Xiangyang and the martial arts world, but now, with their women committing such scandalous acts, how could the Guo family ever hold their heads high again?
A bathtub filled with rose petals was the perfect way for a female knight to relieve her worries, but the thought of her lost chastity overwhelmed Huang Rong with shame. She shook her head in anguish, splashing water on her beautiful face.
Unbeknownst to her, this was all a conspiracy orchestrated by treacherous villains.
She was being gradually lured into this scheme…
pitifully, she remained completely oblivious…
At this moment, Huang Rong's hair was half-undone. In the reflection of the water, Huang Rong saw a beautiful woman with disheveled hair and a loose hairpin. Her long, lustrous black hair clung to her neck and chest, each strand outlining the mature, alluring curves of her figure, like a perfectly tailored garment. The smooth, black silk clung to Huang Rong's chest, climbing up her high, firm breasts before finally succumbing to the cleavage beneath, hanging limply at her waist. Huang Rong reached up and lifted the strands, instantly liberating her fair, radiant body from the darkness. Her beauty was unparalleled, captivating and alluring.
This exquisite, curvaceous figure and her stunningly beautiful face were a source of pride shared by Huang Rong and her husband. With such a voluptuous and alluring body, how could anyone believe she was already a mother of three? Yet, it was precisely because of Huang Rong's seductive and alluring figure that she managed to bewitch her son-in-law, Yelü Qi, who was a generation younger than her, leading to Madam Guo's first extramarital affair and her infidelity with a man other than her husband.
Was it a guilty conscience? Or could Huang Rong still feel the lingering handprints and kisses of her son-in-law on her body? Had he seen, touched, and kissed every part of her body? Was the evidence of her depravity branded on her body or on her heart?
Huang Rong suddenly felt... utterly defiled!
Last night, her son-in-law's sweat dripped like rain onto her body, and saliva had left marks on her chest, neck, cheeks, and earlobes. Huang Rong still remembered how Yelü Qi's nimble tongue had licked and kissed her cherry lips last night. Not only did she not resist, but she had also swallowed a lot of her son-in-law's saliva as if it were nectar...
Her body had been thoroughly defiled inside and out; she was utterly filthy.
Moreover, when their bodies were passionately intertwined last night, the passionate friction of flesh against flesh had left Huang Rong covered in the scent of a man other than her husband, not to mention her uterus and vagina, which had been thoroughly sprayed and washed with his semen. Even now, Huang Rong felt that her private parts were still filled with the scent of lewdness and depravity...
Her phoenix palace, deeply penetrated by her son-in-law's semen, made Huang Rong feel like a condemned prisoner stamped with the mark of sin.
Unable to bear the shame in her heart any longer, Huang Rong grabbed the silk towel and bath beans from the bathtub and began to excitedly scrub every part of her body. Although the silk scarf was soft and smooth, Huang Rong, as if working herself to the bone, still managed to rub it against her delicate skin, leaving patches of alluring peach-red. The bath beans, though carrying a strong scent of wood and spikenard, still lingered like a haunting veil of Yelü Qi's masculine aura.
Huang Rong tirelessly rubbed and kneaded every inch of her soiled skin, meticulously washing from her toes to her hair. For a moment, water splashed everywhere in the bath, and the beauty's breasts swayed. What a beautiful picture of a woman emerging from the bath!
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Huang Rong finally collapsed from exhaustion, her face flushed and breathless, leaning against the edge of the tub to rest.
Looking up at the wooden beam above, Huang Rong remained silent...
The water gradually calmed, leaving only the gentle rise and fall of her chest moving with the current. The warm water in the tub, like waves crashing against the shore, repeatedly washed over her high, firm breasts, causing them to glisten. Her exquisitely beautiful face was still flushed, and her forehead was covered with fine, glistening beads of fragrance. Mixed with the soft panting from the vigorous washing, Huang Rong's expression was still so endearing and alluring.
Just as Huang Rong was drifting in and out of consciousness, Mo Lan's cheerful voice rang out from outside the bathhouse:
"Madam, I've brought back the medicine!"
"Hmm, come in!" Still soaking in the hot water, Huang Rong was utterly exhausted. She didn't even want to move a little finger. Huang Rong could only manage to call Mo Lan into the bathroom.
Mo Lan entered the steamy bathhouse and placed a large medicine packet beside Huang Rong's tub. Seeing that the madam remained silent, she wisely refrained from disturbing her. However, as she was leaving, Mo Lan, still possessing a youthful spirit, couldn't help but playfully say, "Madam, you must think carefully. After using this medicine, you and Master Guo last night will have been... will have been... wasted... hehe... Fu'er and the children might even be hoping for a younger brother or sister!"
Hearing Mo Lan not only make such a joking remark but also mention her husband Guo Jing and daughter Guo Fu, Huang Rong's heart was filled with shame, and her beautiful cheeks flushed crimson. Huang Rong retorted angrily, "You brat, if you keep talking nonsense like this, see if Madam will give you a good slap!" Mo Lan,
already spoiled and pampered, oblivious to her fear, stuck out her tongue at Huang Rong, made a face, and then turned and left. Huang Rong watched the door close, then sighed softly, thinking with a sense of shame, "That little girl Mo Lan... Alas! If it were truly Jing-ge's... essence within me, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths... I only regret... Alas..."
Then, Huang Rong opened the medicine packet, and saw that it was indeed filled with saffron. This peculiar medicinal flower is originally a plant with pale purple flowers, but the part commonly used in medicine is only its stigma. The stigma of this medicinal flower is fiery red, with a vibrant golden-yellow tip at the end of each stigma, long and thin like hair. Looking at the saffron in her hand, which resembled a fiery red, fluffy ball in the medicine packet, Huang Rong picked up a small pinch and sniffed it, finding it extremely spicy with a strange and rich fragrance. Huang Rong knew that saffron had a cooling nature, which was why it could stimulate uterine contractions and pulsations, thus causing the vagina to release semen.
However, the method of "taking" this precious herb was extremely shameful for Huang Rong. The reason was that the book stated saffron could not be applied externally or taken internally; it had to be directly "rubbed" onto the vulva to be effective. This undoubtedly made Huang Rong extremely embarrassed. This unique method of application was like a resentful woman in her boudoir masturbating in the dead of night, engaging in shameful acts she couldn't tell anyone about. Although Huang Rong was a mature woman, she had always been proper, self-disciplined, and dignified; she had never displayed such vulgarity and debauchery.
If it weren't for her passionate lovemaking with her son-in-law last night, Huang Rong would rather die than insert her fingers into her private parts, let alone insert a foreign object. But now, she had no other choice. If she were to become pregnant with an illegitimate child, it would become real evidence of incest between her mother-in-law and son-in-law! If this scandal were to spread, not only would she find it difficult to maintain her standing in the martial arts world, but the imperial court would also severely punish the Guo family, potentially leading to execution and the extermination of their entire clan.
Huang Rong thought softly, "Now... I should endure this moment of shame and resolve this permanent regret... I cannot be pregnant... I absolutely cannot be pregnant with his..." Having made up her mind, Huang Rong did not delay any longer. Her slender fingers picked up a few sprigs of saffron from the medicine packet, not daring to look at them too much, she closed her eyes shyly, letting the saffron slowly soak into the hot water along with her snow-white arms.
Whether it was due to the unique medicinal properties of saffron or the heroine's shyness at what was about to happen, Huang Rong trembled involuntarily the moment the saffron, like a young branch, touched her labia.
"Ugh...so...so embarrassing...so shameful..." The lewd posture brought forth a flood of humiliating thoughts. After all, this would be Huang Rong's first time inserting a finger into her vagina, and the level of embarrassment far exceeded anything the heroine had ever experienced in her life. Intense shame and guilt made Huang Rong's face flush red, and even her normally delicate and smooth skin was now covered in goosebumps.
Huang Rong turned her head away in embarrassment, her legs slightly spread apart as if she were receiving pleasure from a man. Her left hand lightly held the edge of the wooden tub, while her right index and middle fingers held a small pinch of saffron between her thighs and placed it in front of her vulva. Huang Rong knew that with just a gentle thrust and insertion of her right hand, her slender fingers would penetrate her vulva like a wronged woman indulging in self-pleasure.
"This is all my own doing... If... if I hadn't done this last night... why would I be in this situation now?" Huang Rong thought, overwhelmed with shame. "I hope this saffron can cleanse my sins..."
With that thought, the beautiful Huang Rong parted her legs slightly, closed her eyes, and, with a mixture of shame and gritted teeth, gently pushed her right index and middle fingers, along with the saffron, into her defiled and shameless vagina!
"Ugh..." A wave of shame, guilt, and remorse washed over Huang Rong's body and mind. The moment her fingers entered, Huang Rong immediately whimpered. Just days ago, how could she have imagined that she would need contraception due to her affair, and in such a humiliating and shameful way? At this moment, the heroine's mind was filled with thoughts of how others would mistake her for an unchaste woman, taking advantage of the seclusion of the bathroom to masturbate and relieve the torment of her desires. Who could understand that although Huang Rong's actions seemed lewd and shameless, they were actually a way of fulfilling her duty to her husband, using this unusual method to prevent pregnancy and maintain her chastity?
The first time Huang Rong inserted her fingers into her tender vagina, the sensation was indescribable. The pressure of being surrounded by her fingers, combined with the swelling sensation of her vagina being invaded by her fingers, were strange feelings that Huang Rong had never experienced before. Huang Rong felt that the tender skin inside her vagina was like a spring mud swamp, wet and hot, soft and yielding, and her fingers were tightly wrapped by layers of tender flesh as soon as they were inserted. Moreover, the inner walls of her vagina were constantly sucking and pulsating, as if massaging the intruder.
Huang Rong, her pretty face flushed and her phoenix eyes half-closed, hesitated as her small hand, which was exploring her flesh cave for the first time, hesitated, unsure whether she should explore deeper. She felt as if she had returned to her innocent youth, filled with curiosity about her own body. Experiencing the complex sensations of finger penetration for the first time, Huang Rong's mind was filled with all sorts of strange thoughts: "This...is this how those wanton women...masturbate? Why does it feel...strange...the flesh inside...is wet, warm, and tightly gripping my fingers..."
Huang Rong was unaware that women who have given birth often experience a loss of vaginal elasticity, greatly diminishing the pleasure of intimacy between husband and wife. Although Huang Rong had also had children, her vagina remained so supple, tight, tender, and smooth, rivaling that of any young girl. Ultimately, this was because the beautiful Huang Rong practiced martial arts extensively and had little intimacy with her husband.
Suddenly… an even stranger thought crossed her mind: “So… a woman’s genitals are so tight and smooth… Hmm… No wonder… no wonder he was so blissfully satisfied last night…”
The “he” in Huang Rong’s mind at this moment was naturally not her husband, the chivalrous Guo Jing.
The “he” that had entered Huang Rong’s mind was none other than her beloved son-in-law, Yelü Qi, with whom she had shared such blissful moments the previous night!
Suddenly, the sensual scene of her son-in-law vigorously working on her body the previous night flashed into her mind. At that time, Yelü Qi’s eyes shone with wild joy, his face dripping with sweat, revealing an indescribable excitement, his hot breath still passionately spraying onto her face. Huang Rong had never imagined that her body could give a man such blissful pleasure! Yelü Qi’s ecstatic expression was still vivid in Huang Rong’s mind. Now, by sheer coincidence, Huang Rong, through the application of contraceptive medicine, finally experienced the sensation of pressure from her slender fingers, allowing her to understand what it felt like to have intercourse with her son-in-law the previous night!
However, in this ambiguous and awkward situation, the first thing that came to Huang Rong's mind was her son-in-law's handsome face, his body, and his large penis!
Huang Rong's first direct reaction to touching her genitals was to recall how her own vulva had given her son-in-law a quick and intense orgasm! She recalled how passionately and joyfully they had engaged in intercourse the previous night!
These obscene and depraved thoughts suddenly startled the heroine. Just hours earlier, Huang Rong had told Yelü Qi that she would be faithful to her husband and remain chaste, but the moment her fingers touched her genitals, she couldn't control herself from recalling her shameless and sordid affair with her son-in-law the previous night. The sensitive reaction of her body and the transgressive thoughts in her mind filled Huang Rong with immense shame. She couldn't help but curse herself for being shameless, thinking of men other than her husband while trying to avoid pregnancy.
"No!" Huang Rong felt deeply remorseful for her wicked thoughts: "Rong'er, Rong'er, you can't think of him anymore... Brother Jing is your husband... You love your husband deeply, you... you love Brother Jing deeply. Qi'er is just your... son-in-law, your daughter's husband... You've decided you won't be entangled with him anymore... and he... he agrees... So, don't indulge in such delusions."
Huang Rong shook her head, trying hard to control her wild and erotic thoughts, and refocused her attention on washing her lower body with saffron. Her
slender and nimble fingers held a small clump of saffron, slowly applying it to the soft skin inside her vulva. Huang Rong, suppressing her shyness, guided her small hands from top to bottom and from left to right, carefully washing inside her tight vagina, striving to ensure the saffron's medicinal effects were fully realized. Her arms, as white as lotus roots, swayed cautiously, afraid that even the slightest movement would elicit a shameful reaction from her body. However, Huang Rong, lacking experience, was undoubtedly clumsy. When her long fingernails accidentally scratched the soft skin of her inner vulva, Huang Rong's body trembled as if electrocuted, rippling the pool of spring water in the wooden tub.
"Ugh...no...I have to be careful...take it slow..." The pleasure that had just surged between her legs was fleeting, like a flash of lightning, but the wicked current still startled Huang Rong. She thought, "If...if my body were to harbor impure thoughts at this moment...that would be utterly humiliating."
Although Huang Rong possessed self-discipline and control, the female vagina is inherently extremely sensitive and delicate; even the slightest touch can trigger different sensual reactions. Moreover, Huang Rong's movements were extremely stiff and tense at this moment, and the inner walls of her vagina were constantly contracting and tightening, greatly increasing her body's sensitivity. Therefore, no matter how careful Huang Rong was, at this moment, with her slender fingers inside, she couldn't help but experience inappropriate, ambiguous feelings.
Furthermore, there were other factors that this chivalrous woman couldn't foresee...
Saffron is inherently extremely cold in nature, and the female genitalia are particularly sensitive to it. At this moment, Huang Rong applied the saffron with her fingers, directly reaching her uterus. This peculiar herb immediately produced a wondrous reaction within the heroine's body. First, there were slight throbbing sensations within her vagina, then, as the medicinal properties took effect, those throbbing slowly spread throughout Huang Rong's lower body. The herb had only been in her body for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but Huang Rong's delicate and sensitive vulva had already deeply felt the stimulating effects of the saffron. Besides the heroine's uterus contracting and trembling incessantly, even the vaginal muscles inside her vagina were affected by the herb, beginning to tightly grip Huang Rong's slender fingers. The heroine's entire vulva seemed to be activated by the saffron, throbbing and trembling uncontrollably with the spread of its medicinal power.
Huang Rong was undoubtedly at a loss regarding the shameful reactions within her vulva. But by this point, she was in a bind. The drug's effects were strange, but she could only console herself, thinking, "This is probably the power of saffron. This...unique and strange reaction...is truly shameful. But...I hope...I hope that with this drug, my vagina will contract, and I...can expel Qi'er's...essence..."
The heroine naively hoped that saffron would be effective in preventing pregnancy, unaware that while the drug was legitimate, its use in the palace was quite different. Saffron was inherently potent; without a neutralizing and regulating agent, its aggressive application could have extremely dangerous consequences. In the imperial palace, eunuchs would first soak saffron in boiling water, then rinse it four times, adding motherwort, salvia miltiorrhiza, and other herbs before using the saffron liquid to cleanse the genitals of palace maids favored by the emperor. The method of preparing this saffron balm has been passed down through generations, and its use for contraception has always been incredibly effective. However, the secret recipe for this saffron balm is kept deep within the palace, unknown to ordinary people. The young Mo Lan naturally didn't know how to prepare it. While Huang Rong understood the principles of medicine, she had never encountered this balm before, nor had she ever prepared it. The Zhang Hua Jing she had read as a child didn't record any method of its use in the palace; the book only vaguely described the need to "wash" the vulva with the saffron. Through a series of coincidences, the clever Huang Rong mistakenly used the wrong medicine, bringing about her impending doom.
At that moment, Huang Rong felt the throbbing in her private parts intensify; the saffron's effects caused rhythmic spasms deep within her. This intensified trembling made her feel numb, itchy, sore, and weak, and it also gave her an unspeakable urge!
An urge to scratch and pull!
"No!" Huang Rong warned herself inwardly, "I can't... I can't scratch. If I... if I do something so shameful, I'll be no different from those harlots masturbating..."
Although Huang Rong, whose chastity hadn't been completely extinguished, tried her best to restrain herself from doing anything lewd, she had never tried contraception or used saffron, and couldn't understand the subtle reactions within her body. At this moment, Huang Rong's heart was in turmoil, like water in a wooden tub, her inner turmoil surging and difficult to calm.
She writhed restlessly, her exquisite, curvaceous body swaying gracefully in the tub like a water snake. Her full, round breasts floated on the surface; her slender waist swayed like a willow in the water, her naturally alluring posture stirring the imagination. And under the influence of the saffron, Huang Rong's lips unconsciously released rapid, soft moans. The heavy breathing and the sound of water in the bath created a subtle melody, making the picture of the beautiful woman even more alluring.
Huang Rong lowered her head quietly, and through the ripples on the water, she saw a scene that made her blush with shame. She saw her own fingers lewdly inserted into the bottom of her own legs: her index and middle fingers were fully inserted, leaving only her thumb, ring finger, and little finger outside her jade gate, but even these were ambiguously surrounded and covered by pubic hair like lush grass. Half of Huang Rong's fair and slender hands were no longer visible, her fair hands and lower body wickedly intertwined. This scene made Huang Rong feel both ashamed and agitated!
This was truly an extremely ambiguous and vulgar method of contraception! Such an ugly sight would be misunderstood even by a virtuous gentleman, who would think that the famous Madam Guo would also masturbate like those seductive and wanton women. Huang Rong looked at her body, which was in an unprecedentedly wanton posture. Her heart pounded wildly, and she didn't know how to react.
"How shameful... I actually did such a disgraceful thing... To... avoid... contraception... I actually did what those shameless women did... inserting my fingers into my vagina... It's truly humiliating!"
The humiliation far exceeded Huang Rong's tolerance limit, but she was not one to give up easily. Contraception was no small matter, how could she back down now? How could she let her son-in-law's semen remain inside her?
Huang Rong bit her lip tightly with her bright white teeth, one hand gripping the edge of the wooden tub, the other continuing to apply medicine to her vulva. Madam Guo endured the shame and humiliation, determined not to let the sins of last night affect her entire life.
However, saffron has a strange and unpredictable effect. While the flower stimulated her vulva, Huang Rong began to feel a surge of lust rising from her groin, and the fire spread rapidly from her lower abdomen, threatening to engulf her entire body. Under the influence of the flower, Huang Rong found herself experiencing an unusual sense of excitement and tension. This restless emotion, mixed with the increasingly intense tremors in her uterus, created a strange sensation.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to Huang Rong; it was even somewhat like the uncontrollable longing for sex she felt when she shared a bed with her beloved Jing-gege! That surging desire for intercourse!
But why was she experiencing this...sexual desire at this moment ?
Why was she experiencing this sexual urge under this ambiguous and unusual method of contraception?
"Could it be...could it be that I am such a lustful and pleasure-seeking woman?" Huang Rong wondered in bewilderment. Originally, she wanted to cleanse her body of its impurity, but in the process of cleansing, she developed a lewd and wanton reaction.
"What's wrong with me... Why... Why am I having that... feeling?" Huang Rong couldn't believe it, but the desire surging from the depths of her body made it hard for her to deny.
She had actually started to feel lust!
Even without having been intimate with a man, she was experiencing desire! A craving for carnal pleasure!
"Have I... fallen... Rong'er, even something as shameful as contraception makes you think of lovemaking... How... How can you be so shameless..."
In fact, while Huang Rong's lustful thoughts were partly due to the influence of her first time masturbating, the main factor was the medicinal properties of saffron. This herb has the function of stimulating the vulva: small doses can cause the uterus to contract rhythmically or tensely, while large doses can increase the excitability and stimulation of the female body. If the dosage is too high, saffron can cause severe uterine contractions in women, leading to uncontrollable spasms. If the user administers saffron aggressively, its effects can even be used as an aphrodisiac, not only causing arousal and fever but also inducing hallucinations in a state of confusion.
At this moment, the clever Huang Rong directly used saffron to wash her vulva. The unadulterated saffron, compared to the flower-based formulas commonly used in the palace, was more than twice as potent and pure. If an ordinary woman used this, she would suffer from excessive spasms at best, and at worst, vaginal prolapse. Without understanding the proper use of saffron, this drug is extremely dangerous. Fortunately, Huang Rong had long practiced the Nine Yin Manual, achieving a high level of internal and external martial arts prowess, so even the most potent saffron could not harm her.
Although the saffron itself wouldn't harm the heroine's body, the naturally arousing properties of saffron, combined with Huang Rong's alluring body, thoroughly aroused by her son-in-law the previous night, made the heroine unable to resist her desires. Especially for the pretty Huang Rong, who was still soaking in the bathtub, the near-boiling water undoubtedly made her blood and qi circulate faster, while also accelerating the potent medicinal properties of saffron.
"Why do I feel so hot? Is it because of the water temperature...? Why do I feel this shame? Is it... because of... masturbation?"
Poor Huang Rong, unaware of both the uses and medicinal properties of saffron, recklessly smeared it directly into her lower body. If not for her desperate desire for contraception, how could the exceptionally intelligent Huang Rong have made such a mistake? At this moment, it felt as if a thousand ants were crawling inside Huang Rong's body, as if ten thousand evil fires were burning within her. Her entire body was tingling and burning, reaching an unbearable level…
“Hot… hot…” the heroine uttered a seductive moan, feeling a lewd heat churning and coursing through her body, making her dizzy and seeing stars.
Huang Rong laboriously climbed out of the bathtub, but her body, ravaged by lust and saffron, collapsed after only a few steps. With a soft groan, Huang Rong's mature, voluptuous naked body slumped onto the bathroom floor.
Her body, steamed by hot water, seemed to have been touched with rouge, and pearl-like water droplets shimmered on her alabaster skin. Such a perfect body needed natural enhancement. The dark red floor tiles, her jet-black hair, and her rosy skin created an alluring visual contrast. The beautiful Huang Rong lying there, her jade-like body, could absolutely make any man's blood boil and lust surge.
Lying on her back, Huang Rong had hoped the cool tiles would soothe the burning desire within her. However, the alternating hot and cold temperatures, combined with the contact with the tiles, only intensified the sensitivity of her delicate body, causing the heroine to suffer the torment of lust.
And just as Huang Rong was drifting into a daze, the fingers that had just left her lower body once again, holding saffron, inserted themselves back into her small, tight vagina! Still feeling weak all over, Huang Rong had no control over her limbs, yet her small hands continued to "contraceptively" as if possessed by a ghost or under a spell.
By the time Huang Rong realized what she was doing, her legs were shamelessly spread open, and her fingers were already lewdly inserted into her flesh. Looking at her body, which was gradually losing control, she thought, "What...what am I doing? Am I contraceptive...or...masturbating? How am I any different from those shameless wicked women?"
Huang Rong repeatedly warned herself not to forget her original intention; she had only adopted such a filthy posture to apply the contraceptive medicine. But on the other hand, her body was growing increasingly hot and her genitals increasingly itchy. The saffron was tormenting her, causing her to have overwhelming lustful thoughts and desires. However, Huang Rong didn't suspect the drug was strange at all. Regarding her body's inexplicable lustful reactions, Huang Rong felt only panic, doubt, and self-reproach!
"Wet... Waaah... My lower body is so wet... How embarrassing..." Feeling a wetness on her fingertips, Huang Rong thought shyly, "Is it... water from the bath... or... or something else? Oh my god! Could it be... that I've leaked vaginal fluid?"
The aphrodisiac effects of the saffron, combined with the guilt and remorse of her first time masturbating, created an extremely intense sensation of stimulation and shame. And unbeknownst to Huang Rong, her delicate vulva had already secreted a thick, sticky fluid. The thoroughly moistened vulva was the best evidence that the chivalrous woman was already aroused.
Slowly pulling her slender fingers out of her tender opening, Huang Rong saw that her once alabaster-white hands were now covered in a white, sticky fluid. Most shockingly, the fluid flowing from her lower body was stained a blush of saffron's vibrant red, a white-tinged red, a bizarre yet beautiful sight!
Huang Rong didn't know if the stain on her hands was her son-in-law's semen from the previous night or her own vaginal fluid from arousal. She desperately hoped the saffron would be an effective contraceptive, and at this point, she had no other choice. Discarding the old medicine held between her index and middle fingers, Huang Rong took out another pinch of saffron from the medicine pouch and, with a mixture of shame and reluctance, applied the medicine into her vagina.
In fact, the undiluted saffron was potent, already forcing some of Yelü Qi's semen from her uterus the previous night. However, Huang Rong, unaware of the situation, switched the old medicine for the new one, resulting in an overdose and excessive use of the drug,
causing the heroine to commit another major disaster! The moment the new medicine entered her body, Huang Rong felt an intensified tingling, itching, and numbing sensation. Wherever her slender fingers holding the flower touched, they were tightly gripped by the warm flesh inside her vagina, making it difficult for her fingers to move in and out as she applied the medicine. The intense, wet contractions of her vaginal muscles were somewhat like the uncontrollable spasms and convulsions she experienced during her orgasm the previous night!
With each slight exertion, her delicate fingers would rub against her most vulnerable and unbearably aroused area, eliciting an even stronger desire!
A desire for her honeyed orifice to be forcefully penetrated!
Under the influence of the new medicine, Huang Rong thought of sex! She thought of sexual pleasure! She thought of men!
"It's so hot! My body...it's so itchy...I can't stand it...it feels like it's about to itch...it
's itchy to my core..." Huang Rong collapsed to the ground, her two long, straight legs twisting and turning as if trying to rub away the tingling itch in her lower body. But no matter how the heroine resisted, the potency of the saffron only increased, and the heightened feeling of excitement still penetrated Huang Rong's sensitive flesh rapidly.
"I want...I want...a man..." A lewd and greedy thought arose in her mind.
"No! Rong'er, Rong'er, are you crazy? Thinking of doing those things with...men...at this time..."
Huang Rong desperately tried to hold onto the last vestige of clarity in her mind, but the heroine's rapidly heaving breasts, her wildly twisting waist, her dazed, parted red lips, and her rapid, confused breathing all indicated that her restraint and reason were steadily losing ground in this battle, her body gradually being controlled by an unnamed lust.
"I can't take it anymore...my lower body is so itchy...it's...it's killing me, so tingly and numb...it makes me want...want to...want...want...to be...penetrated..." Huang Rong half-opened her hazy, seductive eyes, feeling that she could no longer stop lustful thoughts from invading her mind. The saffron,
evenly applied to her vagina, made Huang Rong's vulva feel as if it were being branded with fire and electrocuted. Each throb of her uterus was like a thunderous drumbeat, shaking her to her core. The overwhelming effects of the drug left her throat parched, as parched as her alluring body, yearning for a man's touch.
"I want...I want...a man!" Though unspoken, Huang Rong's mind was already filled with the desire for pleasure.
This couldn't be entirely blamed on Huang Rong's lust and greed; if an ordinary woman had applied saffron directly to her vulva, she would surely have become infatuated, shamelessly seeking out men for illicit affairs. Although Huang Rong possessed internal energy to protect her, it couldn't completely counteract the aphrodisiac effects of the saffron. At this moment, Huang Rong felt as if she were under aphrodisiac poison, her vulva a veritable swamp. The alluring, seductive fluids, stained red by the saffron, trickled from between her labia.
A wicked voice seemed to whisper within her, relentlessly tempting Huang Rong to indulge in lewdness…
“Come on… don’t hold back anymore… this is too much to bear…”
Yes… she was already overflowing with lust, her desire uncontrollable, why should she suppress it like this?
“Tickle inside with your finger… it will surely relieve that agonizing itch…”
Yes… just a little…
just a light touch…
it won’t hurt…
“How about… how about I tickle it…” Under the constant persuasion of those lewd thoughts, Huang Rong’s concept of chastity finally began to compromise and yield! She sighed inwardly, thinking, "This is...too torturous. I'll just tickle you, just once..."
Just once...
Unable to resist the tingling and itching in her lower body any longer, Huang Rong had barely relaxed her moral boundaries when her slender, delicate fingers were already impatiently moving within her vagina.
Her index and middle fingers, slightly bent, swiftly and deftly teasing the small tuft of saffron like an orchid brushing acupuncture points, pressed heavily against the most itchy and ecstatic spot in her uterus...
"Ugh..." Was it a moan of pleasure rising within her heart, or a suppressed sob finally escaping from her lips?
When those long, sharp fingers pressed heavily against her soft inner vulva, this lewd and obscene action not only immediately relieved the tingling and itching, but also brought Huang Rong a sweet pleasure akin to sexual ecstasy. Her smooth, flat abdomen rippled like waves, and her long, powerful legs swayed gently like trees in motion; her beautiful eyes were filled with intoxication, and her previous gasps and sighs had vanished. She seemed to be lost uncontrollably under that thrust, even forgetting to breathe.
When Huang Rong awoke from that intoxicating pleasure, she finally heard the reproach of her conscience:
"I can't believe... I... I really... really did... did such a shameful thing, it's practically... like masturbation..."
This unique and ambiguous method of contraception was only a thought away from actual masturbation, just like good and evil. Although Huang Rong's small, seemingly insignificant movement with her slender fingers was a symbol of Madam Guo's shift from contraception to masturbation, from making amends to repeating the same mistakes, from a chaste wife to a depraved adulteress. That one unrestrained poke with her little finger was the beginning of Huang Rong's descent into lust and uncontrolled debauchery!
Huang Rong watched her fingers slowly being pulled out of her vagina with her alluring, watery eyes, and a feeling of emptiness, longing, and reluctance immediately filled her body and mind. The ecstasy she had just experienced was fleeting like a shooting star, and her vagina,
now empty without her index and middle fingers, felt even more hollow, and a restless feeling of unsatisfied desire swept over Huang Rong's body and mind. Her labia, swollen and red from the previous night's abuse, still bloomed like flowers, as if proclaiming the young woman's insatiable lust. A thin strand of saliva hung between her slender fingers and vulva, shimmering with a lewd light in the dim lamplight. Her own hand, eager and hesitant before the jade gate, longed to greedily plunge into that fleshy cave once more, exploring its depths and indulging in lewdness.
"No... I already said I'd only scratch it once... I can't be so... wanton..."
But just now, even a small movement of her finger joints had brought her immense stimulation. If she combined it with rapid thrusting of her wrist and arm, wouldn't it be even more exhilarating, blissful?
"No... I can't be so shameless... I can't... masturbate..."
Huang Rong's mind was in turmoil, but her lewd and depraved thoughts, like water bursting its banks, overflowed uncontrollably.
"No... You're using such a despicable method of contraception to be loyal to Jing-ge... If you really can't help yourself and... masturbate, then... wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?"
"But... my body is so itchy... if I don't get treatment now, I really... won't be able to stand it..."
"There's no one around the Guo residence now, so I'll indulge myself this once, and no one else will know..."
"Once I suppress the turmoil in my body... I'll stop immediately..."
"It'll only be for a while... I won't go too far... I won't indulge too much... just for a while..."
Huang Rong couldn't understand why a deeply resentful woman would masturbate; that self-destructive habit seemed despicable. But after Huang Rong tasted the pleasure herself, she too became addicted and addicted to it.
"Come on... don't pay attention to those moral codes... don't be restrained anymore..."
"Masturbate... let your body find comfort..."
"Everything has a first time... first time cheating, first time using contraception... first time... first time..."
...first time masturbating...
no matter how strong the moral defenses, no matter how high the fortress of reason, they cannot stop the torrent of desire. Especially for Huang Rong, who had been abstinent for so long and only tasted sexual pleasure last night—her desires awakened by her son-in-law, coupled with the strong aphrodisiac effect of saffron, the moment of the heroine's collapse had finally arrived!
Madam Guo, who had been desperately restraining herself, finally could no longer resist the temptation of lust!
"Ah!!" Accompanied by a soft, seductive moan, Huang Rong pressed two fingers together! Deep inside!
"Wow! Finally... finally I masturbated... um..."
Her contraceptive plan, intended to be responsible for her husband and family, failed, but this was the heroine's own choice to succumb to depravity.
She was defeated by her own body, defeated by her own desires, and defeated by saffron!
After all, she was a woman, a woman with feelings and desires, yearning for sexual pleasure.
Unlike the "shallow taste" of masturbation she had just experienced, this time Huang Rong's fingers began to thrust lasciviously as soon as they entered her body, her slender fingertips moving rapidly in and out of her wet and hot labia. Each insertion brought intoxicating pleasure; each withdrawal brought intense cravings, yearning for the next insertion to be even more fierce and deeper!
"Gurgle... gurgle..." The blush-inducing, heart-pounding sounds, which sparked endless fantasies, were particularly jarring in the quiet bathroom!
Her lustful little cunt seemed to want to devour the fingers whole, sucking and biting them tightly. Whenever the heroine eagerly swung her white, lotus-root-like arms, lustful fluids would overflow from her tender, red slits, the splattering sticky liquid occasionally staining Huang Rong's palms, legs, and buttocks. Her snow-white, plump buttocks contracted and tightened with each movement of the fingers, her slender waist rising and falling in response to her lust, allowing the fingers to penetrate her secret cunt more smoothly, enjoying even more intense pleasure.
"It's in again...it's in...so...full, so pleasurable...! Mmm...really...so good! Ahh...ah! So...so this is how masturbation can be...mmm...so good...if I had known this, why did I...why did I try so hard to hold back?"
Under the surge of lust, Huang Rong's delicate hand groped and discovered a small fleshy clitoris protruding above her labia. A pure and beautiful woman who had never touched her own clitoris before, driven by curiosity, she lightly pressed and poked it with her finger. The incredibly sensitive clitoris immediately emitted an intense, tingling pleasure!
"So...good...oh my god! So...ecstatic...this feeling is so...captivating...masturbation is really...really great! I want more...more, more..."
Huang Rong alternated between inserting her finger into her vagina and pressing her clitoris, indulging in self-pleasure!
Having no more reservations and deciding to indulge herself, the pretty Huang Rong felt her mind and body liberated. No longer bound by any moral constraints, she felt even more pleasure and ecstasy during masturbation.
Huang Rong, experiencing masturbation for the first time, felt both unfamiliar and wondrous about this act of lust. Every reaction her little finger evoked inside her vagina was a new experience, a new sensation. For her, who had long been abstinent, discovering the wonders of masturbation was like unearthing a treasure, allowing her to privately release her pent-up desires and bring pleasure to her lustful body.
From a righteous chivalrous woman who initially despised women's masturbation, to a wanton woman enjoying the ecstasy brought by her slender fingers, the magic of masturbation had completely captivated Huang Rong. Although Huang Rong struggled several times along the way, driven by endless desire, she finally abandoned her identity as a wife and mother; she abandoned her identity as a chivalrous woman and a wise woman; she became an ordinary woman again, a wanton woman who succumbed to the pleasure of masturbation.
At this moment, Huang Rong was deeply infatuated with the ecstatic beauty brought by masturbation, and only craved more passionate carnal pleasure.
Unfazed by the filth on the ground or the dampness still clinging to her delicate body, Huang Rong focused solely on inserting her fingers into her vulva, indulging in a frenzied release of lust! Lying supine on the tiles, her soft, spring-like fingers lewdly probing the tender flesh inside her honeyed orifice, the white, cloudy fluids being drawn out, drawn in, and then flowing out again—a truly lewd and wanton spectacle. Her naturally alluring and seductive demeanor exuded an indescribable decadence and madness, making it hard to believe that this woman, radiating lust, was the renowned Heroine Huang, Madam Guo of Xiangyang City! At this moment, Huang Rong resembled more of a self-degrading, pleasure-seeking prostitute!
Recalling how Huang Rong had hoped to use saffron flowers to expel her son-in-law's sperm, the tender fingers within her phoenix-like orifice now held no intention of gripping the young flower pillar. Conversely, her nimble fingers skillfully teased, pricked, turned, and trembled within the secret passage of her vagina, employing all sorts of wanton and lewd techniques with unparalleled ease on her own body. Meanwhile, the delicate saffron, as fine as a hair, was forgotten deep within the heroine's womb. Unrestrained, the aphrodisiac flower, lost in the depths of Huang Rong's body, drastically altered her mind and body.
The flower constantly stirred her lustful desires, tempting her to perform all sorts of blush-inducing and heart-pounding seductive acts. Once released, the heroine's overly repressed body could no longer resist the allure of pleasure. The intense hunger, like a raging flood, assaulted her, causing Huang Rong's spirit and reason to crumble inch by inch.
Even... in her confused state, lewd and shameless fantasies surged...
"Mmm! I want more... hurry! Give me pleasure... please... give me..." Despite being alone, Huang Rong unconsciously began to crave pleasure from someone!
Who was she begging for ecstasy? Who was she begging to play with her body?
That person was more considerate and understanding than Huang Rong's husband. The person flashing through her mind was a young and talented man, whose gentle and polite exterior concealed a wild passion. If it weren't for their intimate night last night, Huang Rong would never have known that this handsome young man was so infatuated with her, so obsessed with her body...
Huang Rong suddenly realized with a start that she was thinking of her daughter's husband again!
"What's wrong with me... Why do I keep thinking about him? This is the second time... the second time I've thought about him..."
Her son-in-law, Yelü Qi... She thought of him when she was taking contraception, and now she's thinking of
him again while indulging in masturbation... The first time she thought of Yelü Qi, Huang Rong desperately suppressed herself, trying not to let the unrestrained thoughts invade her mind. But with her son-in-law's second appearance, Huang Rong's state of mind and body had undergone a terrible change. Although Huang Rong still felt ashamed and guilty, she was no longer as strict with herself as before. Under the influence of excited masturbation and aphrodisiacs, the image of her son-in-law in her mind made Huang Rong feel a little aroused and confused! After all, she was a married woman who had just been completely conquered by this man. As long as her body felt the soul-stirring pleasure, Huang Rong would naturally think of the wild passion and debauchery of last night, that shockingly blissful pleasure. So, as Huang Rong indulged in wanton masturbation and fantasized about her son-in-law, the fingers probing her vagina quickened their pace and increased their pressure. An
atmosphere of debauchery filled the air. The usually dignified and proper Madam Guo was now using her tender, spring-like hands to lewdly manipulate her genitals, her wanton actions more lustful and lewd than any man's. On the blue ceramic tiles, Huang Rong's snow-white, jade-like body writhed lasciviously like a snake, even her high, pert buttocks shamelessly thrusting forward. The jade-like hand inserting into her vagina was wet with the crimson love fluid stained by the medicinal flowers.
Suddenly, this question flashed through Huang Rong's confused mind: "If...he saw me like this... lewd... filthy... um...seeing me so shamelessly... masturbating!...what would he think?"
He would be disappointed.
He would be angry .
"No!" A sinister and eerie voice echoed in Huang Rong's mind: "He would definitely be overcome with lust, and in no time at all, he would thrust his fiery, magnificent member into my cunt!"
His charm, his strength, his penis floated into her mind...her
mind was filled with the obscene and chaotic memories of last night, and the endless pursuit of sexual desire...
she recalled the two fiery, intertwined bodies of last night, their cleavage unbroken...
it was the incestuous and immoral lust between mother-in-law and son-in-law, a dark abyss...
an endless descent...an endless depravity...
"Heavens... what am I thinking? Huang Rong, Huang Rong! How could you be so lewd?" Like a final burst of light, Huang Rong's remaining conscience and reason were making their greatest, and final, effort to restrain the lewd desires that filled her mind.
"I'm already wrong to indulge in... this... what's more... thinking of Qi'er, your son-in-law! Your daughter's husband! while... masturbating like this..."
The resistance of her chastity clashed fiercely with the sinking lust, but based on Huang Rong's consistent love and affection for her husband, that last bit of reason still managed to awaken Madam Guo from her lewd fantasies.
"Although... I couldn't control my body last night and betrayed Brother Jing..." Huang Rong thought shamefully, "But... but if I were to betray my heart today... that would truly be unforgivable... I can't do this... I must take responsibility for Brother Jing..."
Despite her intense physical desires, Huang Rong stubbornly refused to give in, proving that her husband Guo Jing still held a very important place in her heart. Their love was still an emotion Huang Rong desperately wanted to protect!
"Let's try..." Huang Rong's pretty face flushed crimson, "Thinking... fantasizing about my husband masturbating... my Brother Jing..."
She knew she was currently filled with lust and absolutely did not want to stop this self-indulgent game. However, if she indulged her fantasies, Huang Rong feared she would again think of the little nemesis who had changed her fate. In her view, the only way to satisfy both her body and soul at this moment was to fantasize about her husband!
But...is this method really feasible?
As Huang Rong's thoughts drifted back to the past, recalling every sweet memory she shared with her husband...
she remembered the time they spent with Qi Gong on Mingxia Island; she remembered the perilous time they endured while healing in Jiaqing's secret chamber;
she remembered her beloved Jing carrying her to seek medical help from Master Yideng; she remembered accompanying him on his expedition to Khwarezm.
She and Jing had overcome numerous obstacles and hardships before finally becoming husband and wife. Their marriage was finally approved by both sets of parents and elders. She still remembered their vows to heaven and earth, and how she shed tears of joy and emotion for Jing.
She still remembered their wedding night, when she first opened her body, naked, and threw herself into her husband's arms; her heart was filled only with sweet happiness.
To love someone is to be selfless and devoted, to give one's heart and soul. This devoted and enduring character is just like her father's love for his deceased mother.
Therefore, on Huang Rong's first night, she gave her most precious virginity to her husband, Guo Jing, without the slightest hesitation.
She thought everything would be perfect, but the intelligent and kind-hearted woman did not anticipate that both she and her husband were completely inexperienced in bed. Huang Rong's father was a wanderer, and Guo Jing's mother had tragically passed away early. Without family guidance, this newlywed couple had to learn on their own. Unfortunately, the man was dull-witted, and the woman was shy and reserved. Although they had endless love for each other, they were unable to express it in bed. Guo Jing's clumsy and awkward bedroom skills, along with his rough and careless nature, made her feel only pain and discomfort on her first night, lacking any of the sexual pleasure a new wife should experience. Even now, Huang Rong still remembers the way her husband struggled on her body, looking embarrassed and awkward.
The thought of her utterly disappointing first night diminished Huang Rong's current masturbation pleasure considerably. Her husband was undeniably inadequate in matters of love, leaving her unable to recall the intimacy expected between husband and wife. She genuinely wished she could masturbate while thinking of her husband, but Guo Jing was far more clueless than most when it came to matters of the heart!
"Brother Jing... Brother Jing..." she murmured her husband's name, but Huang Rong's brows furrowed, a look of sorrow and embarrassment spreading across her beautiful face! She shook her head excitedly, her slender fingers rapidly rubbing the pink flesh of her vulva, attempting to compensate for her inner inadequacy with more frenzied and wanton movements. However, her dissatisfaction with her husband surged like a flood, unstoppable in Huang Rong's heart:
the thought of that foolish brother who always left her feeling unsatisfied made Huang Rong unable to contain her anger. Why, after so many years of marriage, has Guo Jing's bedroom skills not improved at all? He remains as unromantic and crude as he was on their wedding night. Their intimacy is often just a matter of habit, leaving her feeling disappointed and unsatisfied afterward. Since arriving in Xiangyang, the busy war has meant they rarely share a bed, making intimacy even more infrequent. These days of loneliness, lasting from a few days to several months, are unbearable for even the most virtuous woman.
Although Huang Rong loves Guo Jing deeply and is inherently gentle, considerate, and understanding, she has buried this resentment deep within her heart for many years of marriage. But whether it was the intoxicating effects of saffron or the craving for more masturbation pleasure, even the usually devoted Madam Guo felt a rebellious streak.
"Fool..." Huang Rong muttered under her breath, a sorrowful, lingering expression on her rosy, beautiful face. Thinking of her husband's incompetence in bed, Huang Rong's frantic heart couldn't help but criticize her beloved Jing:
his hands always touched her at the most inappropriate times and in the most inappropriate places.
He never knew how to engage in passionate lovemaking, he never knew how to arouse a woman's desire.
Every time they made love, it was the same old brutal thrusting. There was no tenderness, no gentle care; he always selfishly satisfied his desires and then coldly and heartlessly left her.
It felt like being raped! Abused! Taken for granted and powerless to resist!
Each time the couple consummated their marriage, Huang Rong felt deeply humiliated and degraded.
She often lamented why, while her husband treated her like a celestial being in daily life, he made her feel as lowly as a prostitute and a slave in their intimate moments—like a body for him to play with at will, summoned and dismissed at his whim. Was this the responsibility of a wife, of Lady Guo?
Huang Rong harbored deep resentment towards their sex life, but seeing her husband burdened with state affairs, she couldn't bear to tell him the truth. She had, of course, shed tears alone over this, secretly resenting her husband's lack of understanding and emotional sensitivity. On countless sleepless, lonely moonlit nights, when her husband slept soundly beside her, Huang Rong would find ways to alleviate the torment of her pent-up desire.
She tried secretly taking cold showers late at night;
she tried rubbing her unbearably itchy genitals with a pillow between her feet;
but none of these methods could quell Huang Rong's desire for sex, nor satisfy her lust. A mature, healthy, and normal woman desperately needs the nourishment of a male. Huang Rong, constantly deprived of physical pleasure, was essentially living a life of widowhood!
Therefore, she was often sexually frustrated and constantly suppressed her desires!
Although her beloved Guo Jing was incredibly attentive and accommodating in her daily life, he never satisfied her in bed. And her husband's poor performance in bed made him the worst object of her fantasies!
"No..." Huang Rong tossed her hair in distress, thinking, "Thinking of Brother Jing... masturbating... I feel nothing. This is so painful, so sad... There's no... no pleasure..."
She thought that fantasizing about her husband Guo Jing and masturbating would give her an orgasm without feeling guilty, but the bland feelings between husband and wife over the years could not add any fun to Huang Rong's self-pleasure at this moment, nor could it make Huang Rong's heart tremble even a little. Moreover, Huang Rong did not yet understand that the more insane and crazy one's fantasies are, the more pleasure one can obtain. If fantasies are always confined to real life and bound by morality and ethics, how can the heart find release and indulge in pleasure? And speaking of infatuation and madness, what could be more stimulating and exciting for Huang Rong than fantasizing about her own son-in-law?
"Ah... I can't hold back... My lower body is itchy... It's so itchy... It's almost itching to the core... If this continues, I'll go crazy..."
The saffron continued to stir up desire within the heroine's body without ceasing. Huang Rong was now aroused by its medicinal properties, her lust raging and her thoughts overflowing. However, fantasizing about her husband not only failed to arouse her sexual interest, but the pleasure she had just painstakingly accumulated was also waning, making Huang Rong even more anxious.
"I want...I want a man! Ah! It's so...itchy...I'm going crazy...Oh God! Who can save me!..."
Though this question lingered in her mind, deep down, did the charming Huang Rong truly not know who could "save her"? Did she truly not know who the man she wanted was? Her body, driven by desire, had already told her that the person she desperately needed now was not her unromantic husband, Guo Jing, but the young lover, her nemesis, who had brought her ecstasy and ecstasy last night!
Before, the pitiful Huang Rong had no idea what unfulfilled desire was, so she didn't know how to release it, nor did she care about the immense lust accumulating within her. Like a person born blind who has never witnessed the splendor of a sunset or experienced the beauty of mountains and rivers, Huang Rong could not imagine that the act between men and women could be so intoxicating and captivating.
Until last night, that inexplicable night, after Huang Rong experienced that earth-shattering incestuous love affair, the heroine's mindset began to change!
She finally understood what she needed! Perhaps she finally understood what her body had always craved!
It turned out that, like ordinary women, she also yearned for the ecstatic, soul-stirring pleasure of carnal desire! It turned out that her life had always been waiting for a truly real man!
And the man who made her see what her body lacked, and who bestowed upon her ultimate pleasure, was not her husband! Countless men exist in the world, but it was her son-in-law who made Huang Rong a true woman, allowing her to experience the pleasure of sexual intercourse. What a profound and sharp irony this is!
When Huang Rong thinks of Guo Jing's cold-heartedness, Yelü Qi's gentleness and consideration become even more apparent. When Huang Rong recalls her husband's incompetence in bed, her lover's skillful maneuvering in bed becomes even more apparent! Just as Huang Rong was comparing Guo Jing and Yelü Qi, the feeling of wanting to betray her husband resurfaced in her heart. Her husband's image gradually faded, while her son-in-law's image gradually became clear! Yelü Qi's handsome and extraordinary face and strong and powerful body gradually appeared in her mind again!
Unlike Guo Jing, who treated her as a tool for gratification, her son-in-law treated her body like an exquisite antique jade artifact, carefully playing with it and slowly enjoying it, determined to arouse her until she was in the throes of passion.
He licked her breasts and suckled her nipples with tender care; he caressed her genitals and teased her with gentle precision.
The timing, position, and intensity were all perfectly controlled; every movement seemed to reveal every secret of her body, intoxicating and bewitching her.
After all, Huang Rong hadn't experienced the pleasures of the boudoir in a long time. When her son-in-law repeatedly whispered her name and passionately desired her, how could this deeply resentful woman not feel intoxicated and utterly captivated?
When Huang Rong finally relinquished her last shred of consciousness and abandoned her last bit of restraint, pleading with him to occupy her most private and precious forbidden zone, he abandoned his gentle and refined manner, and began to conquer her with a rough and wild savageness. But unlike Guo Jing's monotonous, reckless thrusting, his movements were both rough and refined, employing a complex and varied technique:
first, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, slow and shallow insertions, aimed at arousing her boundless desire, making her forget the restraint expected of a wife and the dignity expected of a mother…
Then, while probing and exploring around Huang Rong's vagina, he attentively observed her expression. Whenever he saw a blissful, intoxicated look on Huang Rong's face, his massive member would concentrate its attack on that sensitive area.
This premeditated and planned teasing not only rapidly ignited Huang Rong's lust but also drove her into a frenzy! It drove her mad!
As she succumbed to her female instincts and desperately catered to her son-in-law's lewd play, her body uncontrollably leaked copious amounts of shameful breast milk and vaginal fluid. Her long-dormant, lonely, and extremely sensitive body betrayed its master, revealing Huang Rong's deepest secrets to a man who was not her husband. Her body faithfully poured out her past resentment and loneliness; her body honestly proclaimed the pleasure of their affair! Although Huang Rong wanted to retain some of her dignity as a mother-in-law and her respect as a teacher's wife, her lustful body ripped away her veil of pretense, leaving her with no secrets before Yelü Qi!
And just as she was thrown into disarray and at a loss, he calmly launched his main attack.
His thick, long penis slowly began to increase the pressure and speed within her vagina...
The extremely sensitive, tender muscles of her vaginal walls were repeatedly rubbed and squeezed...
Pleasure... an endless stream of pleasure surged forth like a tidal wave... overwhelming her reason...
Finally, when he concentrated all his strength, powerfully and domineeringly, almost violently and sadistically playing with her, the passionate intercourse sent her soaring to an unprecedented peak of ecstasy.
She couldn't remember what she had done during her orgasm the night before... nor could she remember what she had said... She only vaguely knew that pleasure should be enjoyed in time, and that she should firmly remember this unprecedented pleasure, this ultimate physical delight.
As her body surged with an unparalleled climax, she felt that she had completely become Yelü Qi's woman, utterly conquered by him. Before this, Huang Rong had never known that a man could conquer a woman with his body in bed. But at that near-destructive climax, Huang Rong felt that both her mind and body were completely under the man's control, and she was utterly powerless to resist! In that moment, she forgot her status and position; all moral principles and etiquette were cast aside!
In that moment, she was his woman!
And he was her master! He was her god!
In that moment, when she offered herself completely without reservation—her stunning beauty, her full breasts, her enchanting orifice—all belonged to this man. The phoenix flower, patiently cultivated by Yelü Qi, gladly accepted his semen, allowing the seeds of lust to spread deep within her jade-like body.
For the first time in her life, Huang Rong experienced such reckless, passionate love, such a feeling of vulnerability subjugated by masculinity! Under his might, she was like a small boat in a raging storm, losing control of both body and mind; all her sensory reactions were completely under Yelü Qi's grasp. But she not only didn't resist, she even willingly accepted the man's carnal desires.
From foreplay to climax, from teasing to penetration, the whole process was seamless and fluid. When Huang Rong compared the two men in her life, she felt that Guo Jing was like a novice in bed, so childish and ridiculous. On the contrary, her lover was a master, not only skillful in bed and powerful in penetration, but also strong and stamina-enhancing. The all-night erotic sparring last night was too much even for Huang Rong, who was skilled in both internal and external matters and possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. Her lover's endless demands made Huang Rong feel both afraid and loving: she was afraid that she would be unable to satisfy him and be made to look seductive; yet she loved that her lover was so obsessed with her, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure.
He was like a master musician, his soaring and melodious playing finally allowing her body to produce a series of ecstatic, decadent sounds.
He was also like an invincible general, his meticulously planned and strategic conquest finally leading to her being conquered and captured by someone other than her husband.
Under his guidance, Huang Rong repeatedly lost herself in passionate revelry, revealing her most seductive, wanton, and unknown side.
Last night, Huang Rong was alluring, wanton, passionate, and wild! She made no attempt to hide her sexual desires! She indulged in the ecstatic pleasure that made her feel like she was floating on air!
Just like Huang Rong now!
"Ah! So stimulating... so comfortable!" A heart-stirring moan escaped Huang Rong's cherry lips. It was unclear whether Huang Rong's "comfort" referred to the passion of last night's affair or the pleasure of masturbation now.
"He...he's really amazing...he made me...my whole body go weak...he made me climax countless times...he's so incredible...he made me...feel so good!" Thinking of her lover's superb skills in bed, Huang Rong even found words of praise in her heart!
Unconsciously, her husband Guo Jing's sincere and honest face completely disappeared from Huang Rong's mind. Relying on the pleasure deeply imprinted on her body, Huang Rong instinctively found a more suitable and capable object of her fantasy to please her.
"Good son-in-law...good Qi'er..." Her luscious red lips finally uttered a name that wasn't her husband's. That taboo name further fueled Huang Rong's lust. Her wild fantasies about her son-in-law caused her desire to surge rapidly. Reason was overwhelmed by the overwhelming lust, making Huang Rong, like the night before, a slave to her desire once more.
"Where is he now?" Huang Rong thought sweetly, "Is he also...missing the passionate pleasure of last night, missing the ecstasy of our bodies intertwined?"
In this sensual and boundless experience of contraception, the charming Huang Rong had thought of her son-in-law, Yelü Qi, for the third time, and this time her heart felt no resistance. Especially after recalling her husband's utterly terrible bedroom skills and his careless service, her guilt about fantasizing about others lessened.
"It's not entirely my fault..." A rebellious thought sprouted in Huang Rong's mind: "Who told that idiot to not satisfy me? It's him... He's not as good as others... How can you blame me for thinking about others... masturbating?"
Unbeknownst to the peerless heroine, her body and mind had undergone an extreme transformation. From the virtuous woman who had been righteously refusing to commit adultery with her son-in-law this morning, she had become a wanton woman who could only find pleasure in fantasizing about her lover's masturbation. From well-intentioned contraception to wanton masturbation, from forgiving her husband to resenting his faults, this sudden change occurred in just a few hours, but Huang Rong's attitude was completely different!
Was it because of the saffron? The aphrodisiac-like effects not only caused Huang Rong's body to succumb, but even the heroine's usually unwavering heart was lost in promiscuity and unable to wake up. Having applied the medicinal flowers twice, Huang Rong had become a woman devoid of judgment and thought, a female beast blindly pursuing her physical needs, succumbing to her instincts! In the near-madness of the heroine's mind, only images of herself and her son-in-law's lewd intercourse kept replaying in her mind!
Thinking of the passionate lovemaking of the previous night, thinking of her son-in-law's muscular physique, Huang Rong's expression clearly became infatuated and intoxicated. Her captivating eyes overflowed with lust, her small, delicate cherry lips were luscious and tempting, and her sweet moans became infinitely alluring, releasing all the sensuality and charm of a mature woman at this moment.
"Good Qi'er... Ah! Qi'er... My good son-in-law..." she called out to him repeatedly, for her son-in-law's name seemed to possess a magical power; with each call, the lewd pleasure within Huang Rong multiplied!
She excitedly swayed her head, twisted her waist, and thrust her hips, her two fingers moving in and out of her wet, hot vagina. With the effects of the saffron and the inexplicable stimulation of her fantasies, Huang Rong's initially clumsy thrusting movements gradually became more skillful and smooth. Her slender fingers stirred and poked inside her jade gate, the rhythm sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. At this moment, Huang Rong no longer knew where she was or what she was doing; she only felt an emptiness and itching in her lower body, desperately needing a man's passionate comfort. Having experienced the unforgettable, wanton affair of the previous night, Huang Rong's heart was even more certain that only that person, and that person's thick, long penis, could bring her pleasure and ecstasy at this moment...
"Good Qi'er... good man... where are you? I... I miss you so much... come back... come back to my side..."
Knowing full well that her son-in-law couldn't possibly appear at this moment, Huang Rong, now delirious with lust, transformed her fervent longing into an alluring cry. That undisguised desire, coupled with the chivalrous woman's face overflowing with spring passion, was a beauty capable of driving any man in the world wild with desire. If Huang Rong's lover heard her heartfelt words and saw her in this state, would he immediately rush back to be with her?
"Come quickly... like last night, take over my body, play with my flesh... come... as long as you come, I'll do anything you want... whatever you want, Rong'er will give you..." Like a floodgate opened, once Huang Rong had the thought of seeking pleasure and love from her lover, she could no longer suppress her inner longing. Her words became increasingly lewd, explicit, and seductive.
The intense emptiness in her lower body robbed Huang Rong of all ability to think; the heroine could no longer control her burning lust. Her slender hands continued their relentless ravaging of her mons pubis, but this level of pleasure was no longer enough for Huang Rong. She craved more...
she craved what she could not have in reality... she craved what was forbidden by social norms...
her son-in-law!
Her Qi'er!
If Yelü Qi were to appear before her at this moment, Huang Rong knew she would willingly spread her legs, exposing her most precious private parts to him without reservation, allowing this young son-in-law to freely harass, play with, and possess her.
She would selflessly offer herself, she would fully cooperate.
She wanted to be his woman, his wife, just like last night…
as long as… as long as Yelü Qi could appear before her at this moment… Huang Rong was willing to give him everything…
And just as Huang Rong was delirious, secretly making this absurd and lewd decision, she seemed to see the wooden door of the bathroom slowly pushed open…
The light outside the door shone intensely, making it difficult to see clearly. But Huang Rong vaguely seemed to see someone standing outside the door…
a man!
A man Huang Rong could not forget, a man she could not shake off. The little man who held the key to her body—Yelü Qi!
Her son-in-law! Her lover! He had actually appeared at the very moment she most desired and needed him.
Was it Heaven's pity on this lovestruck woman, granting them another chance for lovemaking?
Huang Rong watched as the man who haunted her dreams appeared as if descending from the heavens, stepping into the steamy bathroom and suddenly standing before her! The heroine didn't know whether to be happy or ashamed.
She, as his mother-in-law, his teacher's wife, and his elder, was now acting like a resentful woman, shamelessly masturbating in the bathhouse. Her most depraved and wanton behavior had been witnessed by this philandering son-in-law. Even her husband, Guo Jing, had never seen her in such a wanton state; now Huang Rong was naked and completely exposed before Yelü Qi!
She should stop this lewd act, she should cover her body...
she should scold her son-in-law for barging into her bathroom without permission...
But unexpectedly, Huang Rong felt no shame or embarrassment, nor any desire to stop her lewd behavior...
"Why... it's you...! Qi... Qi'er... good Qi'er, why... why are you here..." Huang Rong gazed at her handsome son-in-law with infatuation, her heart filled with secret joy and excitement at his appearance.
Yelü Qi remained silent, a cryptic smile on his face. Watching his revered mother-in-law masturbate like a prostitute, Yelü Qi's reaction was surprisingly calm. He slowly walked to Huang Rong, knelt directly between her spread legs, and watched with amusement as this renowned female strategist of Xiangyang City masturbated.
He didn't speak; she didn't stop masturbating.
The two in the room remained silent, only the woman's seductive moans and the wet sounds of penetration filled the room.
"He's watching me... watching my hand... masturbating. Waaah... so shameful! But... it feels... so exciting!"
Huang Rong didn't understand why she was so wanton and bold, daring to masturbate in front of her son-in-law, exposing her most alluring private parts without reservation. But the man's burning gaze only made Huang Rong's blood boil and her desire surge. The lust within her was like oil being poured on a fire, burning fiercely with earth-shattering intensity. At this moment, in Huang Rong's heart, husband and daughter, morality and responsibility—all vanished in the endless flames of desire.
At this instant, only one person remained in Huang Rong's mind: Yelü Qi.
She wanted to please him!
She even wanted to…seduce him!!
She wanted to clearly show him that what she had said that morning was entirely her own opinion, not what she truly desired!
She shouldn't have pretended to be aloof and said those words to him, because she had no desire to be his mother-in-law, his master!
She was simply a woman! A woman who enjoyed being conquered by him, who craved to be played with by him.
And now, her body desperately needed his pleasure…needed the penetration of his penis, to fill, to enlarge her cunt!
Half-sitting, half-lying on the bathroom tiles, Huang Rong propped herself up on her left elbow, her slender right fingers parting her glistening, tender lips in a wanton display, revealing her alluring body for all to see.
"Good Qi'er...look...look at me here...oh...it's all soaked, Rong'er has released so much...spring water!"
Actually, Huang Rong's mind was hazy at this moment, and she couldn't quite explain why she was posing so wantonly. She only vaguely felt that her son-in-law would like to see her so unrestrained, a seductive and alluring woman. And this thought of "using any means to please him, to seduce him" now filled the entire mind and body of the chivalrous woman! The admiration in her son-in-law's eyes and the smile on his lips dominated everything she did. For Huang Rong, whose mind was consumed by lust, winning the favor of the man before her was enough justification to indulge herself and debase herself.
This was a situation that no one in Xiangyang could imagine, or even dare to imagine. How could a dignified and virtuous woman, a gentle and refined mother, become so lewd and base, willing to defile herself to beg for a man's favor? And what was even more shocking was that this shameless woman was none other than the celestial beauty, the wise and brave female strategist Huang Rong, in everyone's eyes! The noble lady who was originally unrelated to lewdness, shamelessness, and vulgarity!
The burning and itchy sensation from the saffron caused Huang Rong's vagina to contract and spasm uncontrollably. The young heroine's inexperienced vagina, stimulated by the medicinal flower, turned a seductive pink! Yelü Qi's remaining semen within Huang Rong had already been forced out by the flower, and now the heroine was uncontrollably flowing with sticky, slippery spring water!
Her physical arousal far exceeded the normal state of a woman in heat!
Even a fool could see that Huang Rong's lust had reached its peak!
However, Yelü Qi remained unmoved by the erotic scene before him, leisurely watching this beauty's live sex act, letting the charming woman before him make all sorts of provocative and seductive gestures.
"Come on... why are you just watching... I... I need you! Come... come and hold me... I want..." Huang Rong cried out inwardly, her mature and voluptuous body writhing uncontrollably. The ever-chaste Madam Guo had never so blatantly seduced a man, yet her first attempt resulted in a lukewarm response from her lover. Seeing her son-in-law's unusual indifference, completely unmoved by her charm, Huang Rong couldn't help but think coquettishly, "Isn't this shameful exposure of my body enough? Isn't he satisfied with me yet?" Huang Rong
, no longer capable of rational thought, was consumed only by the twisted logic of pleasing the man by any means necessary. Since the man was still not satisfied with her performance, Huang Rong could only become more lewd, more despicable, and more shameless! When the heightened arousal of sexual desire completely occupied the heroine's mind and body, even the most absurd thoughts found a rational explanation!
With a slight effort from her slender waist and toes, the heroine's plump, beautiful buttocks lifted off the cool tiles, thrusting towards her son-in-law's increasingly amused gaze. Like a servant offering tribute, Huang Rong directly presented her mysterious, sexy, and alluring flower to the man, gently swaying her slender waist like a little female dog, begging for her master's favor. Then, Huang Rong's soft, boneless hands reached out from under her buttocks, gently parting her two snow-white buttocks, allowing Yelü Qi to see not only her pink and charming little vulva, but also the heroine's entire lower abdomen, buttocks, and even her small and alluring anus, all displayed lewdly before his eyes!
What a lewd posture! What a humble and lowly expression! This beautiful heroine's appearance not only showed complete submission, but also a kind of infatuated demeanor of allowing herself to be taken advantage of, enough to arouse the wicked desires of every man in the world! Even the concubines in the harem would not please the emperor in this way, but Huang Rong was willing to reveal such hidden servility for her son-in-law! Regardless of body and mind, Huang Rong abandoned even the most basic feminine restraint and self-respect.
While arching her back and thrusting her hips like a female slave, Huang Rong couldn't help but beg for pleasure: "Come on... Qi'er! I'm already... like this... what are you... what are you still doing there? Come here... come hug me, I need you, I need you to give me... pleasure like last night..."
Her voice was sweet and intoxicating, making those who heard it feel weak in the bone; her expression was charming and lewd, making those who watched it feel their blood boil! At this moment, Madam Guo had become a servant of lust, only wanting to use her beauty and sexiness to seduce men to fall into depravity with her!
Faced with such a captivating beauty, no man in the world could refuse this lewd invitation!
Yelü Qi was indeed no longer willing to just sit and watch the spring scenery. Although he still didn't say a word, his strong and muscular body finally began to move closer to Huang Rong.
His movements were so slow, his gradual approach making Huang Rong feel restless and impatient; his smile was so wicked, his handsome face full of mischief making Huang Rong's heart tremble with desire.
Huang Rong's round, pert buttocks eagerly swayed gently towards her lover, as if announcing that her body was already ready to submit. At this moment, Huang Rong's eyes were overflowing with lust, and her beautiful face was filled with an unprecedentedly seductive charm. She maintained this posture, which outsiders would find extremely humiliating and vulgar, yearning for the man to come and taste her.
Watching her son-in-law gradually approach, Huang Rong knew that the long-awaited sexual pleasure was about to arrive. The intense excitement made her dizzy and breathless.
"Finally...finally here...come on, I've been waiting for you for so long...hurry up...come and hug me."
Huang Rong's alluring eyes were fixed on her son-in-law's body, even staring unabashedly at Yelü Qi's crotch, her gaze as if trying to see through the thin trousers and peek into the man's private parts. Last night's infidelity had made Huang Rong deeply aware of the vast differences in men's genitals. Compared to her husband's penis, which was hard yet limp, her son-in-law's was firm and tireless, a true treasure that could make a woman feel like she was in heaven! At this moment, Huang Rong, her eyes filled with lust, kept glancing at Yelü Qi's lower body. Because the heroine was blinded by lust, she only wanted the man's penis to be erect for her, ready to be entwined with her again.
And under Huang Rong's greedy gaze, something strange and mysterious happened. First, Yelü Qi's upper garment inexplicably turned into pieces of shredded cloth, fluttering and scattering in all directions. Then, without any apparent movement from her son-in-law, his trousers were also torn and ripped off along with his upper garment. Just moments before, her son-in-law had been
impeccably dressed, but suddenly, his clothes, like cotton wool or fluttering butterflies, vanished from Huang Rong's sight in an instant, leaving only the strong male body that made the heroine dazzle. Seeing Yelü Qi's clothes disappear without a trace, Huang Rong felt a vague sense of unease, but her emotions were already surging and her desires boiling. She had no time to ask questions or seek answers. At this moment, in Huang Rong's desire-filled inner world, she only thought about going to the mountains with her son-in-law again and indulging in passionate lovemaking. What else mattered to her?
Looking at Yelü Qi's naked and muscular body, Huang Rong could no longer hide the raging flames of desire within her. She deliberately lifted her fair, smooth thighs, wanting to trap her son-in-law between her legs as she had the night before, eagerly trying to entwine herself with the man before her.
At this moment, the two were on top of each other, forming the most traditional position of intercourse. Two men in Huang Rong's life had also made love to her in this position. Guo Jing had taken her virginity in this position, and Yelü Qi had taken her womanhood in this position. But unlike her husband's weakness and impotence, Huang Rong not only enjoyed the ultimate sexual pleasure under Yelü Qi, but also experienced her first orgasm.
Huang Rong loved it when her son-in-law fucked her like this!
Huang Rong longed for her son-in-law to fuck her like this now!
Beneath the man, Huang Rong's beautiful legs moved like water snakes, following her lustful desires to wrap around his strong waist. But when Huang Rong closed her legs, she found nothing. Yelü Qi was clearly in front of her, but her son-in-law's body was like wisps of smoke, like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable.
Huang Rong raised her head, looking at her still smiling son-in-law with confusion: "Why...why is this happening?"
Just then, Yelü Qi's figure faded away like ripples. From the clear and real scene just now, it gradually transformed into a shimmering, colorful cloud, finally vanishing before her eyes. In the blink of an eye, first her son-in-law's clothes, and then even his body disappeared like a ghost.
Huang Rong shook her head excitedly, only to find that there was no one else in the bathroom except her.
It was all a one-sided illusion of Huang Rong!
It was all a phantom imagined by Huang Rong!
The man from just now was like a fleeting flower in a mirror, but his figure and face were clearly the young man who had captivated her. Huang Rong couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that my intense feelings have led to this illusion coming true?"
In fact, there are many suspicious points surrounding Yelü Qi's "appearance," such as:
Why was Yelü Qi in Huang Rong's bathhouse? Why did Yelü Qi remain unmoved even when he saw Huang Rong masturbating? Why wasn't he as passionate as he was the night before in taking her? Why did his clothes mysteriously disappear?
These doubts are obvious. If this had happened on a normal day, when Huang Rong was lucid and clear-headed, her intelligence would have made her realize that it was all an illusion. However, when the mind is overworked, or when there is an urgent expectation or pursuit of miracles, it is easy to experience hallucinations. Huang Rong not only had a sincere desire for Yelü Qi, but she also couldn't forget the incestuous affair of the previous night. At this moment, she was bewitched by the medicinal flowers and deluded by lustful thoughts, making it easier for her to experience hallucinations while masturbating.
"Come back...don't leave me..." Huang Rong murmured plaintively in her sleep. Just now, she thought she was only one step away from indulging in passionate lovemaking with Yelü Qi again, only one step away from embracing the man who haunted her dreams and made her lose her mind. It turned out that it was all an illusion, all a falsehood. How cruel this reality was! All her expectations had just vanished, and Huang Rong felt even more empty, uncomfortable, and lonely!
She didn't know why she had become like this, with such a strong desire for sexual pleasure in both her body and mind. And just now, it was merely a figment of her imagination, yet it had already set her ablaze with lust, making her
feel the erection of her son-in-law's nipples, the everted labia of his vulva, and the endless flow of nectar from his vagina! She was clearly the wife of the great hero Guo Jing, yet she was so wantonly fantasizing about someone else! She was even passionately imagining her son-in-law appearing at the bathhouse, watching her masturbate! This was truly an unprecedented betrayal of her husband by Huang Rong.
Fantasizing about her daughter's husband! Fantasizing about the taste of incestuous pleasure!
"I don't care! ...Let me go crazy just this once...just this once! Let me go crazy!" Huang Rong screamed hysterically inside.
Yelü Qi's "appearance" had just intensified Huang Rong's lust, pushing her to the point of unbearable urge to release it. But her body hadn't yet reached that ultimate climax. The fantasy of having just made love with her son-in-law had been shattered, and the heroine was naturally filled with resentment, becoming even more anxious.
"Good Qi'er, where are you? I miss you... I'm going crazy thinking about you..."
But what Huang Rong didn't know was that Yelü Qi wasn't at the Guo residence at all. Because this charming young man was currently in the bamboo forest outside Xiangyang City, where an evil conspiracy was hidden, lewdly playing with another beautiful woman from the Guo family!
And the pretty Huang Rong, left alone, could only continue masturbating and fantasizing to soothe her overflowing lustful body!
She once again inserted her index and middle fingers into her overflowing vagina, masturbating intensely and frantically while closing her eyes and focusing intently on recalling her son-in-law's voice and appearance, as if trying to grasp the ethereal phantom in her mind.
"Good Qi'er! Come back, come back to your mother-in-law's side... come back to Rong'er's side..."
But Huang Rong could never have imagined that the lover she so ardently called out to, the son-in-law who stirred her lustful desires, was now shamelessly having an affair with her own daughter, Guo Fu, and was arbitrarily manipulating her precious daughter!
If Huang Rong could see through her son-in-law's wicked intentions, would she still be so infatuated with this heartless scoundrel? Would she still offer herself to him, giving her chastity that she had cherished for so many years to this scoundrel?
"Brother Qi... come back, do you know how much Rong'er needs you? Rong'er... wants to hold you, wants to kiss you, wants... like last night... to do those pleasurable things with you..."
The originally dutiful mother and shrewd woman was now delirious with intense lust. In her blurred mind, even her passionate calls to Yelü Qi turned into the nickname she used during her incestuous relationship with her son-in-law last night, calling him "brother" in a coquettish tone.
At this moment, Huang Rong's cheeks were flushed, and her breasts heaved violently. She knew perfectly well that Yelü Qi's appearance earlier was just a mirage, a figment of her imagination, but for Huang Rong, as long as Yelü Qi could "appear" by her side again, whether he was real or not, she no longer cared.
Huang Rong's right hand fingers incessantly rubbed and kneaded her vulva, the wet, tender opening emitting continuous obscene "sizzling" sounds. The heroine's left hand was not idle either; she dipped her tongue in some fragrant saliva, and then her soft fingers circled wildly on the bright red tips of her breasts. The seemingly carefree Huang Rong's licentious behavior was merely a means to stimulate and numb herself, allowing her to fantasize about her son-in-law's return.
Already weakened by the saffron and her debauchery, Huang Rong quickly succumbed to a passionate, erotic dream. In her mind, she conjured up immoral and sensual images, her lewd fantasies replacing reality. Catalyzed by the saffron and her lust, Huang Rong suddenly felt the elusive shadow of her lover reappear before her… Her son-in-law's
figure and face were initially blurry and indistinct, but as Huang Rong sank deeper into her fantasies, the heroine increasingly believed that her lover was right beside her!
"Here he comes… good man, good Qi'er… don't leave me, don't leave Rong'er…" Already lost in her obsession, the lustful woman pleaded for release from the empty void before her!
All this was due to the blinding influence of lust, all this was due to the illusion of love.
But for Huang Rong, who was under the influence of aphrodisiacs and desperately needed to release her desires, what meaning did the distinction between reality and illusion hold?
Only pleasure! Only climax! These were the things that truly made Huang Rong feel real, things her husband could not provide!
Only her son-in-law! Only Yelü Qi was the man Huang Rong so desperately craved!
What intoxicated Huang Rong even more was that this man, already handsome and dashing in reality, was further idealized in her fantasies. Since her night of pleasure with Yelü Qi, Huang Rong's feelings for her son-in-law had not only grown stronger but also developed a hint of ambiguous, romantic fantasies. As a result, the Yelü Qi she conjured in her excited mind was even more dashing and handsome, surpassing even Pan An in looks. Huang Rong fantasized about the scenes she desired, and Yelü Qi instantly became the most perfect and flawless lover in her heart.
Seeing the man who had captivated her so deeply right before her, waiting for her to throw herself into his arms and offer her her virginity, Huang Rong, having learned from the cruel "lesson" of her earlier dream's shattering, was determined not to hold back this time. She was determined to hold onto this illusory man, to be entangled with him in passionate embrace and unrestrained pleasure.
Under the influence of her first passionate masturbation, absurd and chaotic fantasies, and the effects of the saffron, Huang Rong felt the man before her becoming clearer, gradually transforming from illusion to reality. She could even see the lines of his muscles, smell his masculine scent, and hear his heavy breathing!
Her mind could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion! She could only hypnotize herself, forcing herself to believe that what she saw was real!
And when "Yelü Qi" placed one hand on her breasts and the other on her private parts, the pleasure within her surged! An incomparably pleasurable sensation swept over her body and mind! Huang Rong eagerly parted her lips and uttered her fragrant tongue, and in an instant, their lips and tongues intertwined, kissing passionately!
"Good brother...fuck me...fuck me...Rong'er wants it so much..." As Huang Rong let out her lewd moans, a captivating, intoxicating smile spread across her stunningly beautiful face. Completely lost in the erotic dream she had created, Huang Rong's alluring eyes were devoid of any clarity!
Xiangyang, Guo Mansion, bathroom.
A beautiful woman, her right hand caressing her genitals and her left hand lifting her breasts, was engaging in those unspeakable lewd acts. Her pretty face was flushed with desire, her breath coming in soft gasps, and her delicate tongue was lightly licking and sliding on her dry red lips, her appearance extremely lewd and alluring!

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