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Even the most unexpected good fortune isn't always a good thing. While a man's greatest joy might be marrying a beautiful

woman who is equally at home in the living room and the kitchen, and ideally, promiscuous in bed, such a woman is unlikely to be so attractive.

If, unfortunately, you marry a monster wife who demands constant sexual intercourse and drains you dry in bed, even the

strongest body will eventually become exhausted...

(Part 1)

At midnight, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Mandi, in his early twenties, carrying a rake and an axe, quietly approached a new grave.

The yellow mud on the grave was still wet, and in the moonlight, the words "

Tomb of my beloved concubine Yang Ping'er" could be seen on the tombstone!

"This is the grave; she was buried this evening!" Mandi picked up the rake and quickly dug up the grave.

The coffin was revealed; the grave was shallow.

Mandi's eyes lit up with excitement: "I bet there's some gold and silver jewelry here!" He swung his axe and began to chop.

The coffin lid had been loosened. Mandi dropped his axe, jumped into the pit, and moved the lid aside.

"Oh!" he exclaimed softly.

Inside lay a young woman of about sixteen.

Although her eyes were closed, it was clear she was beautiful, with a pointed nose and thin lips.

Though her face was pale, a large square jade pendant hung on her chest.

Mandi reached out to touch the jade, but before his hand touched it, it touched her breast.

Her two breasts were prominent, and the jade pendant rested between them.

Mandi's fingers touched a mass of elastic muscle.

The pleasure of that contact was irresistible, and he trembled as he placed his hand on her breast.

"Whoosh!" he exclaimed softly. Although he was covered by the burial shroud, his hand could not fully grasp that breast.

Mandi couldn't help but squeeze that soft flesh tightly, and he felt a hardening in his lower body.

Normally, a dead person's body should be cold and stiff, but Yang Ping'er's flesh was still soft

and warm.

"Alright, I'll try it today!"

Mandi reached into the coffin, wanting to pick up Yang Ping'er.

Just then, she suddenly opened her eyes.

A "dead person" opening their eyes!

"Oh my!" Mandi was terrified; although he was a tomb raider, this was the first time he'd ever

encountered a dead person come back to life!

The girl's eyes were large, as if filled with "tears": "Come... pick me up... take me away..."

She gazed into his eyes.

As if hypnotized, Mandi carried her on his back, climbed up the grave, and headed towards his dwelling...

The girl tightly embraced his head with both hands, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, walking along the rugged mountain path; she seemed very

excited.

Because a bone on his back protruded at his waist, this bone pressed precisely against her vulva,

and her clitoris was pressed against it. Combined with the swaying motion of his walk, this gave her an indescribable stimulation.

Yang Ping'er's eyes were languid with desire, and she gasped, "Oh...ah..."

Man Di felt her breasts pressed tightly against him, her nipples seemingly hardening and protruding. He had walked half a mile and

was already drenched in sweat; after all, he was still young and vigorous: "This woman...I must give her...a good beating!"

Just beside the mountain path, he saw a smooth rock.

"Damn it! You want to do it...I'll go with you..." Man Di put her down on the rock.

Under the starlight, Ping'er's eyes were languid with desire, her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving rapidly.

Man Di reached out to tear off her "clothes"!

Ping'er's "shroud" was thin and flimsy; with a single force, it tore into pieces.

Driven by lust, he disregarded whether she had become a "demon" or a "human," and in a few swift movements,

Ping'er was completely naked.

Her pale body was indistinguishable from that of a "living person."

Her breasts were perfectly round, with large nipples, and her vulva was covered in fine hair.

Mandi removed the ancient jade from her neck and tucked it into his robes before pressing himself against her.

"Oh...oh..." Ping'er moaned with pleasure.

He lowered his head to her chest, sucking wildly on one of her large, red nipples, while his free hand

grasped one of her breasts.

He suckled while vigorously kneading her breast.

Ping'er arched her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hairy vulva rubbing against his stomach.

She pressed his head down with both hands: "Come on... hurry up..."

Mandi was a young man. After sucking for a while, his lower body was already hard and erect: "I... don't care if you're a ghost or a human..."

He released his hands from her breasts and went to unbutton his pants.

Her eyes were half-closed, her legs wide open, her vagina glistening with moisture, as if welcoming his treasure.

Mandi gripped his penis and thrust it hard into her vagina!

With a "squeak!" his penis went all the way in. A look of

satisfaction mixed with strangeness appeared on Mandi's face.

Her vagina seemed to have a suction force, tightly gripping his glans.

Mandi's face showed a satisfied expression.

He tried to pull his penis out and then insert it back into her vagina, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Ah... ah..." He hugged the rocks with both hands, trying to pull his penis out, but he used all his strength and could

n't pull it out.

"You... you have magic..." Cold sweat appeared on Mandi's forehead.

Mandi felt his thick penis being tightly gripped after it entered her vagina.

Ping'er, lying on the rock, smiled seductively: "Young man! You saved my life, I must thank you

!"

Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust upwards.

"Oh...oh...ah..." Mandi felt a tender opening tightly "sucking" at his glans;

he felt a sweet pleasure, and his body involuntarily shivered several times. He cried out, "It's...it's...I

can't take it anymore..."

He tried to sit up, but his stomach and penis were pressed tightly together, their lower bodies like glue.

"You...you..." Mandi cried out again, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to...

"Dantian," he ejaculated, several times more than usual, while Ping'er, with her delicate eyebrows and narrowed eyes, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

Mandi's face grew paler and paler, his voice growing weaker and weaker: "No...you...are a demon..."

After uttering the last word, he collapsed onto her.

Mandi hadn't died; he was merely as weak as a thread.

The naked Yang Ping'er raised her jade-like leg and kicked him into the grass.

She stood up: "Zhao Quan, you want me dead? Ha...this servant won't die!"

She glanced at the torn burial clothes, her brow furrowing: "Young man, I'm sorry, without your tomb raiding, this servant

wouldn't have been saved!"

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared from within Mandi's bosom. "Oh!" Ping'er took a step back: "Damn evil-suppressing jade!"

She untied Mandi's belt and stripped off his shirt.

The man's shirt was rather loose, and even when she wore it, her calves were still exposed.

Ping'er smiled slyly and disappeared into the night.

Mandi was able to stand up after a moment: "Wow... I encountered a ghost... a female ghost sucked my essence..."

He felt dizzy and lightheaded: "At dawn... someone will definitely discover the tomb raiding... I... I have to leave!"

He was only wearing his undergarments, and the jade was still inside. Mandi stumbled and

ran towards the mountain path...

On the morning of June 13th, someone beat a drum in Kaifeng Prefecture.

Judge Bao was in court.

The drummer was the emaciated salt merchant Zhao Quan, who seemed to have no flesh on his body and was barely breathing.

"Lord Bao... the tomb of my concubine... has been robbed..." Zhao Quan seemed very surprised.

Judge Bao slammed his gavel: "Grave robbers are just rats. Why don't you just report them to the local constable?"

Zhao Quan knelt and kowtowed deeply: "Lord Bao... my concubine... is not human... she's a demon... I...

I'm afraid she'll come out and harm... harm people, because the body is missing!"

Judge Bao was greatly surprised: "What are you saying? Zhao Quan! Tell me in detail!"

Zhao Quan then recounted Yang Ping'er's background...

Two years ago, Zhao Quan was transporting goods to Shanxi to sell. After finishing his business, he encountered a strange event on the way.

A young girl hung a white cloth by the roadside with the words "Selling herself to bury her mother" written on it!

The girl was very pretty and called herself Yang Ping'er. She asked for thirty taels of silver!

The moment Zhao Quan saw her, she seemed to "capture his soul."

Her eyes seemed to flow with tears. Thirty taels of silver was not a large sum for Zhao Quan, a salt merchant.

"Anyway, I'll be lonely on the road. Buying her will give me company!" Zhao Quan bought Yang Ping'er.

He changed her into clean clothes and was about to take her that very night!

Zhao Quan was nearly forty, while Ping'er was only eighteen.

He pressed his lips against her smooth, delicate skin and her silky breasts: "Serve me well, and you

won't have to worry about the rest of your life!"

Yang Ping'er smiled seductively. Her eyes were like water. Ping'er's breasts were large, with large nipples, and her pubic hair

was thick, but not curly; it was a straight tuft.

"This is the Golden Thread Hanging Hibiscus Pattern!" Zhao Quan knew a bit about physiognomy: "This woman's inner features are quite good!"

Ping'er knelt naked in front of Zhao Quan, making him itch with desire.

She stood up and slowly took off her clothes.

(Part Two)

Zhao Quan's eyes were fixed on her.

Her body was perfect, unlike that of a young girl.

Her hand gently touched his crotch.

Zhao Quan's penis was soft! She pressed her face against his penis.

Her breath sprayed onto Zhao Quan's shaft as she slowly unzipped his pants.

His pants fell down, revealing his hairy legs and purplish-red penis.

She first kissed the head of his penis.

"Oh...ah..." Zhao Quan closed his eyes, satisfied with Ping'er's seductive skills.

She then opened her mouth and gently bit his scrotum.

She bit his testicles; Zhao Quan's testicles were quite large, and besides biting, she licked them with her tongue.

He felt a burning sensation in his scrotum.

After biting his testicles, Ping'er opened her mouth, wanting to take his penis in.

His penis was quite large.

It filled her small mouth completely.

Ping'er diligently sucked on the shaft.

The warmth from her mouth, combined with her nimble tongue, constantly teased the head of his penis...

Zhao Quan's penis began to thicken and harden.

"Ugh..." Ping'er let out a soft moan, her eyes bloodshot, her face contorted with unbearable pain. The worst

part was that Zhao Quan's penis was so large and thick, stretching her small mouth to its limit and even reaching the back of her throat!

She seemed to be struggling to breathe, yet dared not disobey Zhao Quan.

"Ugh..." Her eyes rolled back slightly, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her expression pitiful.

Zhao Quan, seeing his own penis hard and erect, didn't seem to care: "Get up!"

He forcefully pulled Ping'er up, lifting her up, about to assume a "standing cross-legged" position.

Ping'er was quite obedient; she leaped, her vulva diagonally slipping onto Zhao Quan's penis,

then clamping her legs around his waist.

Zhao Quan, holding her buttocks, hadn't even exerted any force when he suddenly felt a thud on his glans!

"Oh...ah..." he cried out in pleasure.

It turned out that Ping'er's vulva seemed to have "multiple doors and windows," tightly sucking his penis!

That wasn't the worst part; the most potent thing was that her clitoris seemed to have a suction force, vigorously sucking at his glans.

Her eyes were languid, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands gripping Zhao Quan's head.

But her lower body was biting at Zhao Quan's glans, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing.

Zhao Quan felt incredibly pleasurable, reaching the highest level of enjoyment without needing to exert any effort.

"Good...good..." he murmured to himself.

Ping'er not only possessed internal energy, but she also pressed her two breasts against Zhao Quan's entire body.

Those two large nipples rubbed against his beard and cheeks, making him unable to resist, and he bit down on one of her nipples.

Nipples: "Ugh... I'll bite you to death..."

Ping'er couldn't even utter a sound. After using her seductive skills, her heart was pounding, and she could only breathe heavily.

Zhao Quan was a salt merchant, very skilled in matters of pleasure. He thrust his waist forward a few times, trying to force her to stop

sucking his glans.

But unexpectedly, Ping'er gasped repeatedly: "Ah... Ah... Nunu is coming..." She shivered a few times.

Zhao Quan felt as if his penis was being pulled straight into his uterus. He felt an unprecedented sweetness and pleasure: "Ah... I'm coming

... I'm ejaculating too..."

He felt his semen gushing out like a spring, as if it were more and thicker than usual.

It took at least "three cups of tea" of time for him to ejaculate completely.

After Zhao Quan ejaculated, he felt unsteady on his feet. His face turned pale and his lips were white. He fell and sat down on the bed.

Ping'er crawled over: "My lord, are you feeling unwell?"

After ejaculating, Zhao Quan felt an urgent need to urinate: "You...you help me get the chamber pot..."

Unexpectedly, Ping'er glanced at him: "Why bother? My lord, just urinate in my mouth!"

She opened her small mouth and took Zhao Quan's penis in, and he couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating straight out.

Without saying a word, Ping'er drank his urine clean.

Afterwards, she helped Zhao Quan put his pants back on, then washed her genitals, and curled up at his feet to sleep.

Zhao Quan was secretly delighted: "This girl is truly gifted. I only spent a few dozen taels of silver to buy such a

beauty. Her skill just now made me ejaculate like a spring... I must have accumulated a lot of

good karma over several lifetimes!" He couldn't help but stroke Ping'er's back: "Now that we are united, you will be my concubine!"

Only then did Ping'er dare to climb up and hug Zhao Quan: "This servant will be yours for life!"

The two slept together all night.

The next morning, Zhao Quan felt extremely tired. Normally, a man would have an erection in the morning, but this

morning, he found that his penis was limp and he had no erection.

But Yang Ping'er, after the night of passion, showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she was radiant and captivating

. She was even whiter and smoother.

Zhao Quan hired a boat to take her back to Kaifeng.

That night, Yang Ping'er teased Zhao Quan again in the cabin, nestled in his arms like a little bird.

Although Zhao Quan had drunk quite a bit, he seemed powerless.

Ping'er's hand gently caressed his chest.

She reached into his chest and lightly rubbed his nipples.

"Ping'er, just let me rest for one night, okay?" Zhao Quan leaned back.

She pulled open his robe, revealing his full chest.

Ping'er stuck out her tongue, licking his nipples incessantly.

As she licked, she tugged at his belt. "Oh...no..." Zhao Quan sighed, "I...I'm willing but

unable..."

"Hmm...my lord, you've already rested for one night, tonight, no matter what..." Ping'er mumbled,

her little tongue slowly sliding down his chest...

she licked Zhao Quan's navel, then came to that "soft" place.

Zhao Quan only felt her wet mouth sealing his penis.

This time, Ping'er didn't suckle; her small mouth simply blew gently onto his glans!

The warm breath felt wonderful on his glans.

She didn't just blow on the glans; she also blew into the slit of his penis.

"Oh...ah..." Zhao Quan couldn't help but press Ping'er's hair.

Besides blowing, she also teased him with her tongue, and strangely enough, after these efforts, Zhao Quan's penis

slowly rose again.

However, it wasn't a full erection, but rather tilted to the left.

"Oh...oh...it's done...it's done..." Zhao Quan cried out in pleasure.

Ping'er immediately lifted her skirt and pressed down on him in a woman-on-top position.

The boat encountered waves, tossing and turning.

Ping'er took his not-fully-erect penis into her vagina and simply held it still.

He felt as if a fire was burning inside her, warming his inserted penis!

Her vulva was wet, with warm, lustful fluid flowing out. At this moment, she wasn't using her internal energy to suck his glans.

She was simply pressed against him, embracing him, letting the waves toss the boat around.

"Ping'er..." Zhao Quan felt his penis harden and harden.

"My lord..." Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust forward, and her lower body, as if possessed, began to suck his

penis again. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against his nipples.

Men's nipples are small, while women's are large and hard.

The four nipples rubbed against each other, and Ping'er went wild: "My lord... press down on my buttocks...

ah... ah..."

Zhao Quan pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands.

This seemed to make his penis penetrate even deeper, and her clitoris could arch forward even further.

Her tight vagina clamped his penis so tightly that there wasn't a single gap!

He pressed down on Ping'er's buttocks, making "ho...ho" sounds.

She seemed to know what a man needed: it was best not to move when his penis wasn't fully erect!

Once he was fully erect, he suddenly took the initiative, pressing Ping'er down beneath him and lifting her legs

onto his shoulders!

Zhao Quan was also skilled at dealing with women.

He suddenly extended his middle finger and placed it on her genitals.

He didn't scratch himself, but used his finger to tickle Ping'er's labia and her buttocks.

"My lord...you're so good...this servant is going to be horny..." Yang Ping'er's body kept twisting slightly. "

It's a pity your vulva is too tight, otherwise, I could add another finger!"

Zhao Quan teased her anus a couple more times.

Ping'er's legs trembled on his shoulders: "My lord...I want...I want..."

He spread her thighs, lay on her stomach, and Zhao Quan slowly began to thrust.

There, his and her "flesh" were pressed tightly together.

He gazed at her delicate features and thought, "If I tease you with my finger one more time... you'll definitely beg for mercy!"

But then, Zhao Quan felt a sudden suction force coming from her vagina, pulling at his glans.

"Oh..." He tried to pull out his penis, but it was too late. Ping'er's eyes rolled back, and her feet hooked around his

head: "My lord... I'm coming..."

Her vulva had a strong suction, making it impossible for Zhao Quan not to ejaculate.

Zhao Quan ejaculated more semen than last time. He felt a blackout before he fainted.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up. Zhao Quan felt aches and pains in his back: "Alas! Her body is like a steel

knife that cuts through flesh!"

He muttered to himself: "Two nights of passion in three days, and I'm still so weak... It seems... I

'm not destined to enjoy Yang Ping'er!"

(Part 3)

Just then, Yang Ping'er climbed into the cabin. Her eyes were red: "My lord... do you not want Ping'er anymore!"

She looked like she was about to cry.

Zhao Quan closed his eyes: "You...how could you think such nonsense?"

Ping'er pleaded pitifully: "My lord's intentions are clear to me. Since you don't want me...I might as well

drown myself!"

She opened the cabin window and was about to jump into the water when Zhao Quan quickly grabbed her waist: "Ping'er, I

never want to divorce you again!"

As the two entangled in the cabin, the boatman outside shouted: "Hey! The boat is about to capsize, stop it!"

Ping'er then nestled in Zhao Quan's arms, sobbing: "My lord, don't abandon me!"

"Good! Good!" Zhao Quan tenderly stroked her fragrant shoulder.

He felt a little strange: "Why does she know what I'm thinking?"

However, Zhao Quan's strength was indeed failing him, and he had to stay in the cabin for the next two days.

Strangely enough, after being nourished by a man's affections, Yang Ping'er's pretty face became haggard, as if

she had aged five years in an instant!

"Ping'er..." Zhao Quan felt powerless and apologetic. "Why don't you find a strong young man...

I... I really can't handle you anymore..."

Ping'er lay on his stomach. "No! I must remain faithful to you, otherwise I will be punished by heaven!"

She pressed her cheek against his genitals.

Zhao Quan stroked her head. "I don't understand..."

Her warm breath sprayed onto his crotch, and Zhao Quan felt an indescribable pleasure in his scrotum!

"You bought me, so I must stay with you... This is to repay your kindness..." Her hand then touched his penis

.

"Oh... no..." Zhao Quan's pants were pulled down again, revealing his purplish-red penis.

She caressed the shaft with affection. "My lord... you can..." she said, her lips landing on his

penis.

Zhao Quan sighed and closed his eyes.

Ping'er's tongue teased his buttocks, then gently licked his scrotum.

"Oh..." Qu Quan sighed softly, feeling her gently biting his two testicles. And that wasn't all; she

also blew air into his buttocks.

The warm air entering through his anus made Zhao Quan feel a heat rising in his lower abdomen: "Ah...it's killing me...it's killing me..."

Besides blowing air, Ping'er also sucked and licked his glans, and exhaled air into the groove of his glans.

Zhao Quan's "dead wood" was "revived" again.

Then Ping'er lay down, removing her clothes in front of Zhao Quan.

Her skin was very white, and her two breasts, with their bright red nipples, swayed back and forth before Zhao Quan's eyes.

These were all familiar organs.

Suddenly, Ping'er turned her body, facing him with her back.

Her back was very white, her spine clearly defined, her waist slender, and she had a round, thick buttocks.

Zhao Quan saw her buttocks clearly for the first time.

Ping'er leaned forward, her buttocks raised high, and her slightly pink vulva was partially revealed from beside her buttocks.

"My lord, aren't my buttocks beautiful?" Ping'er raised her buttocks slightly higher, and said softly, "

There's a place on my body that's tighter and narrower than the front..."

Zhao Quan saw another red, fleshy opening, and he roared, "You slut!"

He felt his penis rise obliquely, and he could no longer restrain himself and climbed up.

The small boat rocked again.

Ping'er pressed her hands against the cabin plank, and Zhao Quan, holding his penis, thrust it into that fleshy opening.

"Ah...ya...ah..." Ping'er cried out softly.

His penis was only inserted a little before being sucked, and the fleshy opening was so dry and tight that it gave Zhao Quan another kind of pleasure

.

"This time I'm pounding your cunt, and in just a few strokes your sucking technique has made me completely helpless..." Zhao Quan

pressed down on her elastic buttocks and exerted force again!

"Ah...ah..." Ping'er cried out, her eyebrows furrowed. "My lord...please...be gentle! Ah!"

Zhao Quan thrust again, pushing his entire penis inside.

"My lord...I can't take it anymore!" Ping'er shook her head wildly. "Oh...oh, it's too full..."

Her waist twisted as well.

Her cries aroused Zhao Quan's "beastly" nature. He suddenly exerted his strength and began to thrust.

"Ugh..." Ping'er, perhaps afraid that her moans would carry outside the cabin, quickly picked up her skirt and bit it into her mouth.

The previous times Zhao Quan had "taken the proper route," he had only thrust briefly before ejaculating because Ping'er's vagina had a "sucking" force

. Now, "abandoning the proper route," he made her moan continuously, but he felt waves of pleasure in his heart, and unexpectedly

thrust a few more times with great force.

"Ugh...oh...oh..." Ping'er whimpered softly.

Zhao Quan stared at her large, plump buttocks. With each thrust of his abdomen, his belly touched her buttocks, the flesh hitting flesh

making a "slap, slap" sound, which

he found incredibly satisfying. "Little slut, can't take it?" Zhao Quan stopped, reaching his hands forward from behind her to grab her

breasts, rubbing her nipples with his fingers.

Although he couldn't see Ping'er's face, her nodding and shaking her head amused Zhao Quan greatly: "Little slut

, now you finally can't take it!"

He thrust in and out a few more times.

"Oh...oh...ouch..." Ping'er almost cried out: "My lord...it's so big...this servant...

can't take it..."

"Ha, ha!" Zhao Quan stopped, his "flesh rod" nailing to her plump buttocks. The vaginal opening was dry.

She was being thrust into without being "lubricated," which was quite "painful"!

He would stop thrusting every few moments, also to avoid "ejaculating."

Because her vaginal opening was very narrow, it gripped his penis very tightly, especially the glans. Zhao Quan was an experienced hand, so

he thrust in and out intermittently. Ping'er gasped, "My lord... this servant can't take it... please have mercy... just ejaculate!"

Zhao Quan grasped her breasts, repeatedly playing with her nipples, which he rubbed until they were erect and hard.

He thrust in and out a few times forcefully, and Ping'er moaned a few more times.

"Making love" inside the cabin was a unique experience, as the waves made it feel like being tossed up and down.

Zhao Quan pressed down on Ping'er, as if "riding" a "mountain of flesh," thoroughly enjoying himself: "Little slut... beg

for mercy, otherwise... I'll thrust again!"

"Ah... ah... my lord... please spare me... my intestines are hurting..." Ping'er

gasped: "You... you should still insert it into my front... it's... very wet there!"

"No!" Zhao Quan's hand, which had been kneading her breasts, moved to hold her waist. He stared at her plump buttocks

as he thrust harder.

"Slap, slap," Zhao Quan thrust for another half a cup of tea's time, and Ping'er was already drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily.

Zhao Quan felt his glans being tightly sucked by tender flesh, each thrust producing a slight "plop," "plop" sound.

His ambition grew: "Little slut, I... I'll give you a few hard thrusts!"

"No! No!" Although Ping'er groaned, Zhao Quan held her waist, how could he allow her to struggle? He

thrust in hard!

"Ouch...it hurts...my intestines are ruptured...ouch..." Ping'er moaned, but her buttocks

trembled.

Zhao Quan felt an itch on his glans, and a sweet sensation surged in his mind.

"No...ah...this...I'll reward you this time..." He shivered several times.

A stream of not-too-thick hot semen sprayed directly into Ping'er's belly. She collapsed onto the deck, her buttocks raised, and Zhao

Quan lay on top of her, panting.

Although he had ejaculated, his penis was still tightly gripped by her vagina, and the sticky white semen seemed

not to have "flowed back" at all; it had all been absorbed by Ping'er.

Although Ping'er lay on the deck, panting, her haggard face regained its former beauty.

After ejaculating, Zhao Quan, though exhausted, also felt a sense of "heroism," at least making Ping'er beg for mercy.

That's how men are; if they are no match for a woman in the "vagina," they naturally lose heart, but once they have made a woman beg for mercy, their confidence

is restored.

After several days' journey by boat, they returned to Kaifeng.

Although Zhao Quan's legs were weak, he had forgotten his frail health after buying a beautiful concubine.

His wife, Yan, did scold Ping'er a few times: "A vixen's charm can bewitch her master; husband, you must take care of your health!"

Zhao Quan was a salt merchant with considerable wealth, so he naturally knew how to use ginseng and deer antler to nourish his body. But as soon as his "vitality" recovered slightly,

Ping'er would pester him for love again.

She was radiant with a man's affections, but after two or three days without intimacy, she would become haggard.

After singing "The Song of the Rear Courtyard" a few times, Zhao Quan also became bored.

All the nourishment he needed was being absorbed by Ping'er.

He grew thinner and thinner each day.

Madam Yan conspired with a servant: "Master's health is deteriorating, all

because of Yang Ping'er in the household. I want to give this vixen to you. You sell her to Kaifeng, the farther the better. After it's done, I'll give you ten

taels of silver, and you can pocket the proceeds from selling Yang Ping'er!"

This servant, Zhao San, was only in his thirties and, having won the mistress's favor, was extremely diligent.

After Zhao Quan left again, Madam Yan planned to drug Ping'er and then sell her to a brothel.

Zhao San found a brothel called Zuihualou in Leping, fifty li from Kaifeng, ready to sell Ping'er into prostitution.

Yang Ping'er seemed completely unaware; she had no defenses whatsoever.

Zhao Quan finally set off weakly to sell salt.

Madam Yan specially prepared a meal and wine, intending to talk to Ping'er.

However, the wine was laced with a drug.

Madam Yan urged Ping'er to drink, and she drank three cups without hesitation.

"Oh dear..." Ping'er dropped her wine cup and fainted.

Madam Yan immediately summoned Zhao San: "Quick! Take this vixen away in a carriage right now!"

Zhao San carried Ping'er in a cloth bag and sped off in the carriage.

The Flesh Ping'er (Part 4)

He traveled for half a day, and it was almost evening. Zhao San parked the carriage next to an old temple. Suddenly, he felt his heart pounding like a deer

: "This is a woman the master doesn't want. She's going to end up in a brothel anyway. Why don't I... why don't I have some fun with her?"

He was seized by lust and went to pick up the unconscious Yang Ping'er.

"The mistress said that the sleeping potion in the wine is enough to keep her unconscious for a day and a night. I'll have my fun with her for a night, and she probably won't even

know it!"

Zhao San boldly carried the unconscious Ping'er into the old temple, found a corner covered with straw, and put her down.

Ping'er's chest heaved, and Zhao San felt his tongue dry and his throat parched. He quickly began to peel off her skirt…

“Wow! What big breasts!” Zhao San exclaimed upon seeing Ping'er's round, large breasts. His hand trembled as he reached down to touch them; the fleshy

mounds were slippery.

His palms were rough, with thick calluses, and when he rubbed them against her nipples, they immediately hardened and erected

.

A drunken woman shouldn't react so quickly! But Zhao San's lust was overwhelming, and he didn't care.

He rubbed them vigorously, like kneading dumplings.

Sometimes Ping'er's nipples slipped out from between his fingers, sometimes they peeked out from between his fingers.

Her white breasts were covered with Zhao San's pale red finger marks.

“So smooth…” Zhao San lowered his head and began to suckle her nipple.

He had a lot of stubble on his face, making him half-bearded, and the stubble left many red marks on his nipples.

Zhao San was a rough man. While suckling, his rough hand reached towards her thigh, scratching her vulva.

"Oh, it's slippery here too..." His fingers initially circled her vulva slowly, brushing

along her long pubic hair, but after a couple of strokes, he suddenly thrust his fingers inside, teasing her.

With that, he noticed her vulva overflowing with vaginal fluid.

Zhao San was a servant, rarely near women; the deeper he inserted his fingers, the more fluid flowed.

"Huh! So deep?" Zhao San inserted his entire finger, but it still wasn't all the way in, which puzzled him.

He pulled his finger out and bent down to Ping'er's crotch; he wanted to see her vulva!

Ping'er, with her eyes closed, suddenly smiled.

Could a woman who was unconscious still smile?

Since Zhao San had already lowered his head to her genitals, he naturally couldn't see the eerie smile on her face.

He spread her thighs, opened one eye, and peered into her vulva.

It was wet there, and he couldn't see the end, only a red slit, the tender flesh seemingly pulsating.

Besides looking, Zhao San also stretched his nose to smell her vulva; there was a fragrance that was neither quite sweet nor faint.

"So fragrant..." Zhao San took two deep breaths, even stretching out his tongue to lick the lustful juices flowing from her vulva

...

"So sweet..." After looking, smelling, and licking, he felt his penis harden. Zhao San hurriedly unzipped his pants

and pressed himself against Ping'er.

His penis was thicker and longer than Zhao Quan's.

The glans was purple, with jagged, menacing edges.

Zhao San gripped his own penis and began to tease Ping'er's vulva. Although he was rough around the edges, he

wasn't completely clueless about such techniques.

He dipped the purple glans in the lustful juices, making the entire "head" wet, and then

thrust it into her vagina.

With a "whoosh," it went all the way in.

"Oh...so good..." Zhao San felt as if his penis was being bitten by the flesh inside her vulva.

Just then, Ping'er, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened her phoenix eyes.

"Ah!" Zhao San trembled in fright, but Ping'er smiled and suddenly wrapped her arms around his

head.

Zhao San tried to break free, but he hadn't expected the slender Ping'er to hold him so tightly.

"No...no..." he cried out in fear, his penis, which had been inside her vagina, went limp.

"If you can make me happy...I'll spare you!" Ping'er stretched out her legs and clamped his waist tightly.

"Okay...okay..." Zhao San thought, "Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well finish with Yang Ping'er before killing her..."

With that thought, his limp penis immediately hardened, and he thrust in hard.

"Ouch...ouch..." Ping'er cried out softly, lifting her waist to meet him.

Zhao San thrust in hard, using the "nine deep, one shallow" method.

But strangely enough, after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, he felt his glans being sucked, a pulling force that

seemed to draw his penis deep into her uterus.

"Oh...how...how could this be..."

Zhao San thrust forcefully, the pulling force drawing his penis in, making it easier for him to exert himself.

Ping'er's buttocks twisted faster and faster.

"No...no...I...I can't take it..." Zhao San felt a sweet, pleasurable sensation in his glans, and he

convulsed like a bull, his semen gushing out incessantly.

His ejaculation wasn't intermittent, but rather a torrent like a river.

Zhao San tried to pull away, but he couldn't muster any strength. Ping'er giggled, "You're so bold,

daring to challenge me?"

She squeezed him tightly, and his semen gushed out again and again.

Zhao San was like a lamb, completely at Ping'er's mercy.

His face instantly aged considerably, and his beard turned from black to white.

"Spare me, this has nothing to do with me..." he pleaded, "Zhao Yan forced me!" His voice

was weak and low: "Grandma... spare me!"

"Did you just think about killing me?" Ping'er scolded.

"Yes...yes...no...no..." Zhao San was completely disoriented, and he kept begging for mercy.

Ping'er twisted his legs around him for about half a meal's time before letting go.

Zhao San looked like he had shrunk! He was half a head thinner, looking more than twenty years older.

And his once thick penis had become like a child's.

"I only absorbed half of your essence this time. If you don't listen to me, I'll make sure you don't live more than a few days!"

Ping'er stood up and slowly put her clothes back on. Zhao San was unsteady on his feet, trembling.

Ping'er put her dress back on, and she became even more beautiful. The more men she absorbed, the more beautiful she seemed to become.

Zhao San struggled to walk.

"I'm ordering you, drive the carriage back now and bring out that Yan woman. You can say I

woke up halfway and secretly escaped, and have that 'poisonous woman' Yan help me find her...and then..."

Ping'er's eyes darted around: "I'll make her pay!"

Zhao San knew how formidable Ping'er was, so of course he dared not disobey.

On the way, he seemed to hear Ping'er calling in his ear: "Zhao San, don't run away, or

I'll kill you right now!"

He was terrified and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

Yang Ping'er and Wen didn't follow the carriage back to the Zhao family; she just stood in front of the dilapidated temple...

Yan woman thought she had "sold" Ping'er, but she was too happy too soon.

The next morning at dawn, Zhao San angrily went back to the Zhao family to find the mistress.

"Oh no...that woman Ping'er is gone!" He looked haggard, and didn't seem to be lying.

Madam Yan sneered, "It's good that this vixen has run away!"

Zhao San whispered, "What I fear most is that she'll report us to the authorities; that would be disastrous!"

Madam Yan, persuaded by his words, began to panic, "What...what should we do?"

Zhao San suggested, "We'll go find her. Once we find her, we'll falsely accuse Yang Ping'er of abducting and escaping, and then turn the tables on her

!"

Madam Yan agreed, and they hurriedly left the mansion.

As if hypnotized, Zhao San drove the carriage back towards the road to the dilapidated temple.

After traveling for a while, Madam Yan, for some reason, felt drowsy and fell asleep without realizing it.

Zhao San drove the carriage to Ping'er's face.

"Good! Well done this time!" Ping'er took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a pill: "Eat

it!"

Zhao San kowtowed: "Grandma... spare my life..."

Ping'er sneered: "This is not poison, and I don't want you to die. This is a pill to replenish essence and prolong marrow, which will benefit you!"

She stuffed one of the pills into Yan Shi's mouth, then pinched Yan Shi's nose and made Yan Shi swallow the pill.

Seeing that she hadn't died from bleeding from all seven orifices, Zhao San also swallowed the pill.

Ping'er, seeing the two had swallowed the pill, laughed and drove off in the carriage.

Zhao San felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

Meanwhile, Yan Shi woke up, her eyes sparkling with a seductive allure.

Ping'er had fed them both aphrodisiacs.

This aphrodisiac was the strongest.

Yan Shi was obese, over thirty years old, and no longer considered beautiful, but at this moment, in Zhao San's eyes, "she"

was even more beautiful than Yang Ping'er.

He swallowed hard, and Yan Shi's lips curled into a smile.

Zhao San pulled Yan Shi into his arms and began to strip her clothes off.

Yan Shi, without hesitation, reached down to Zhao San's crotch and grasped his manhood!

It was already hard and erect!

Zhao San then roughly groped and squeezed Yan Shi's breasts.

Yan's breasts were already somewhat sagging, hanging down like cloth bags, and her nipples had turned a darker color!

She tightly gripped Zhao San's penis...

Meanwhile

, a thousand miles away, Zhao Quan was busy transporting smuggled salt.

He passed an ancient temple and met an old Taoist priest.

"Sir, your face has an eerie aura; there may be misfortune in your family!" the old Taoist priest said, looking at Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan, however, was unconvinced.

"Benefactor, this humble Taoist is giving this to someone with a predestined connection. Here is a jade pendant. Take it and go home immediately. Put it

on the woman you recently bought, and you'll know that what I said is true!"

Zhao Quan was stunned. He hadn't expected that this old Taoist priest would know about his purchase of the smuggled salt!

The old Taoist priest also gave Zhao Quan a "brocade pouch": "You can only open it after returning to Kaifeng. If

fate allows, we can meet again someday!"

Zhao Quan bowed to the old Taoist priest, who quickly disappeared...

Zhao Quan now only wanted to get rid of the "salt" as soon as possible and rush home.

On the other hand, inside the dilapidated temple, a warm and intimate atmosphere prevailed. Yan rubbed Zhao San's penis, which

grew increasingly hard in her palm.

Zhao San's eyes were bloodshot, drool dripping from his mouth: "I...want..." He pressed her

to the ground like a madman, rubbing one of her breasts with one hand while sucking on her nipple.

Yan's nipples were large, like black dates, and Zhao San sucked and bit them.

"Ah...ah...you're going to kill me..." Yan gasped, releasing her grip on his penis

and instead embracing his head.

Her lower abdomen twisted and turned, occasionally arching back to rub against Zhao San's glans.

The tip of his penis was glistening with oil, wet from Yan's vaginal fluids

.

"Ah...ah...come on..." Yan was very eager, her buttocks bobbing back and forth.

Zhao San had forgotten that Yan was the mistress of the house; he only felt his blood surging.

"Here it comes... for you..." He gripped his penis and thrust it in hard.

"Squeak, squeak," the sound of vaginal fluid lingered as Zhao San's not-so-thick and long penis was fully inserted

into Yan's vagina. Yan was middle-aged and had given birth, so her vagina was relatively loose. Zhao San seemed to be "risking his life," as if he

wanted to stuff even his scrotum into her vagina.

"Ah... good... good... faster..." Yan had already started to grind her plump buttocks and toss and lift

her plump waist: "Ah... stretch it out a little longer, insert it deeper..."

Several times, Zhao San's penis slipped out due to Yan's tossing and grinding, but he couldn't wait any longer, gripped his penis

, and thrust it back in hard.

"You slut... so wanton..." He twisted her two soft breasts vigorously.

He felt as if his penis had fallen into a muddy sack, the sack was too big

, and his penis felt like it was being tossed around in an endless muddy mess…

“Hey… hurry up…” Yan kept twisting her hips.

Zhao San, under the influence of the drug, grinned maliciously: “Okay… I’ll fuck you to death!”

He half-squatted up, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and placed her legs on his shoulders.

Yan supported herself with her hands on the ground, trying to raise her lower body as high as possible.

“Dead yet?” Zhao San thrust forcefully, using a “nine deep, one shallow” method, thrusting wildly and haphazardly.

"Ah...ah..." Yan's eyes rolled back, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. She seemed to have not felt so "full" in a long time.

"Ah...faster...ah..."

Zhao San felt a surge of energy throughout his body. He shook his head wildly. "I'm going to fuck you to death..."

He grabbed her breasts with his hands like eagle claws, pulling her body up and down...

Yan endured for half the time it takes to eat a meal. At first, her body was still swaying and twisting, but later she became weak.

Her legs, which had been raised and rested on Zhao San's shoulders for so long, were also a little "sore" and began to slide down.

"Ah...ah..." Yan's moans grew weaker and weaker. "You...you're

so good..."

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair was disheveled.

Yan still looked pretty. As she breathed, her chest heaved rapidly.

She was full of seductive charm, seemingly still "unsatisfied."

Zhao San, too, remained unmoved, his lower abdomen still burning like fire, though his face was somewhat ashen.

"This slut, her front is too wide..." Zhao San looked at her calves and large vulva, feeling a bit disgusted.

He lifted her thighs, turning Yan Shi's body over so her buttocks were facing upwards.

"Oh... what are you doing?" Yan Shi cried out coquettishly, but her body cooperated with Zhao San's movements.

Seeing her white buttocks, another wave of lust arose within him!

Although Yan Shi had endured a beating with his penis, her desire had only subsided by half, and she continued to twist and turn her buttocks.

Zhao San pressed on her buttocks, her red vulva wet. He dug into the "waterfall cave" with his fingers,

saying, "You're so juicy!"

He "brought" the juicy fluid from her vulva to Yan Shi's anus.

Yan thought he was going to play "indirectly," so she hurriedly shook her buttocks and cried, "Oh no... no..."

Zhao San knelt behind her and first teased her vulva with his erect penis.

A large puddle of vaginal fluid flowed from Yan's vulva, wetting Zhao San's glans.

"Oh...are you coming or not?" Yan twisted her buttocks,

her lust rising again after a short while!

Zhao San placed his penis on her buttocks, the wet glans dripping with Yan's vaginal fluid, which dripped down her buttocks and onto

her anus.

"Oh...you...what are you doing?" Yan tried to turn her head, but Zhao San had already grabbed her buttocks and

thrust in forcefully!

"Ah...ah...wrong...not this hole...ah...ah..." Yan felt a

burning sensation in her buttocks, and she groaned in pain like a pig being slaughtered.

"I...I'm going to...put it...in here..." Zhao San gritted his teeth and thrust wildly, his hands

reaching to her chest, grasping her soft breasts.

"Ouch...I can't take it..." Yan shook her head and struggled.

Hearing her pleas for mercy, Zhao San became even more excited: "It's tight here... unlike yours which is loose..."

He thrust in and out ten or twenty more times.

Yan was truly in agony, tears welling in her eyes from being stretched so tight.

Zhao San's face grew increasingly dark; he straightened up and continued thrusting, then collapsed onto Yan's back!

"You rascal... what's wrong with you?" Yan threw Zhao San aside and saw his eyes wide open, his lower body

still limp!

She reached out to check his nose; Zhao San had stopped breathing!

His face was black, and blood was seeping from his mouth and nose; he looked like he had died of a stroke!

Yan was shocked. She thought, "If word gets out, I... I'll definitely lose my place in the Zhao family...

I'd better make a hasty retreat."

Yan hurriedly put on her clothes and sneaked back to the Zhao family home.

Because of the death she had caused, she was filled with unease.

Yan entered through the back door and quietly returned to her room.

She pushed open the door and suddenly saw Ping'er!

"Auntie! You're back. Where's Zhao San?" Ping'er smiled insincerely: "Did something happen to him?"

Yan's face flushed red and then turned pale. She knew that Ping'er was more cunning than her.

"Ping'er... what do you want... to spare me?" Yan trembled all over.

"From now on, you're not allowed to interfere in my affairs!" Ping'er's almond-shaped eyes widened: "You're still nominally the eldest, but... from now on,

you're Xiao Xing! If you dare to say no, then the fact that Zhao San, who died in the dilapidated temple, had an affair with the mistress will be

the talk of the town!"

Ping'er pointed at Yan: "What?"

Yan lowered her head and stammered: "Fine... I can't beat you."

After Zhao Quan dropped the salt, he rushed back to Kaifeng, convinced that Yan and Yang Ping'er were having a great time.

But when he returned home, he only saw Yan hiding in her room chanting Buddhist prayers, while Ping'er was lying in her room claiming to be sick.

"They said there was some trouble in my family, and that old Taoist almost ruined me!" Zhao Quan put away the ancient jade and the "brocade pouch."

Yang Ping'er hadn't been intimate for many days, and she looked much more haggard.

Zhao Quan hugged Ping'er and kissed her: "Are you feeling better?"

Ping'er clung to Zhao Quan like a snake: "Husband, as long as you're here, I..."

Her eyes reddened, as if tears were about to fall.

She parted Zhao Quan's clothes and rested her head on his chest, her small face constantly rubbing his nipples.

Although a man's chest wasn't usually an arousal point, Ping'er's breath was warm, and Zhao Quan felt a strange

sensation.

Suddenly, Ping'er pushed him away, and the two tumbled onto the bed.

"Oh... Ping'er..." Zhao Quan groaned softly.

He knew he couldn't keep up, but Ping'er clung to him, demanding more. Zhao Quan lay on his back, legs spread apart.

Ping'er looked at him with a seductive smile and then helped him undress.

Zhao Quan's penis hung limply between his legs. Although Ping'er's hand grasped his manhood, it remained unresponsive

.

Ping'er lay on his chest, biting his nipples with her teeth.

Zhao Quan's chest was very white, with two small nipples.

She first teased the nipples with her tongue, then gently bit his penis.

"Ah... Ping'er..." Zhao Quan stroked her back muscles, hissing, "You... will drain me dry...

Ping'er..."

Ping'er's face slid down his chest, finally touching his cold penis.

"Hehe... why is it always so limp?"

Ping'er breathed on his penis, then teased the glans with her fingers.

"Like two axes chopping down a tree..." Zhao Quan sighed. Before, when she sucked his penis with her mouth, he would quickly become erect

, but now that Ping'er was holding his glans in her mouth, he still couldn't get aroused.

"My lord..." Ping'er murmured, her hands gripping the base of his penis, straightening the limp rod

.

Then, she breathed on the glans

, exhaling warm breath directly into his genitals. Zhao Quan shivered: "Ping'er..."

"Ugh..." She had already stuffed his entire penis into her small mouth, filling it completely.

She blew hard, but Zhao Quan remained limp.

Ping'er released her mouth and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry... I... I can't..." Sweat beaded on Zhao Quan's forehead: "I... I can't..."

Ping'er wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and suddenly turned Zhao Quan's body over. He

was now lying on his side.

She suddenly stretched out her index finger and inserted it into his anus.

(End of Ping'er's story)

"Oh... ah... ah..." Zhao Quan almost jumped up. After a moment of pain, he seemed to experience

pleasure; his limp penis slowly rose.

Ping'er pressed harder with her finger.

"Oh...that's enough...ah!" Tang Quan arched his back: "That's enough..."

She smiled seductively: "Husband, so you won't learn unless you're beaten!"

Ping'er gently withdrew her index finger, then slapped Zhao Quan's buttocks with her palm.

"Smack, smack..." Zhao Quan's thin buttocks received a few slaps from her palms, and he indeed felt an indescribable pleasure!

He simply lay prone on the bed, letting Ping'er slap him.

"Slap...slap..." The force of her slaps on his buttocks reached Zhao Quan's scrotum; his

penis, pressed against the mat, became even more erect and harder.

Ping'er slapped him ten or twenty more times, her palms still throbbing slightly.

"Come on...that's enough..." Zhao Quan hissed, returning to his supine position.

His jade stem stood erect at an angle.

Ping'er stood up and took off her skirt.

Zhao Quan saw her delicate white skin, her two white breasts, and her erect nipples.

Her hairy lower abdomen was still dry: "My lord...I want..." Ping'er suddenly squatted down, "sitting" on Zhao Quan's head, her hairy vulva brushing

against his nose ... 　　"No...no..." Zhao Quan felt a foul smell; he wanted to avoid it, but Ping'er's waist swayed back and forth. 　　He only felt a wet, slippery sensation on his face. 　　Just then, Ping'er suddenly leaned forward, landing on top of Zhao Quan. With a quick pull and a thrust, his penis entered her vagina. 　　His entire penis was inside, and a sucking sensation within Ping'er's vagina pulled it deeper! 　　"Ah...my lord..." Ping'er embraced him, her buttocks undulating. 　　"Oh...oh..." Zhao Quan's toes trembled with excitement. He felt a force within Ping'er's vagina biting his glans, sucking and sucking, giving him immense pleasure. 　　Strangely enough, this time, Ping'er wasn't seeking carnal pleasure. She suddenly arched her back: "My lord... give it to me!" 　　"Ah...ah...I've come...I've come..." Zhao Quan felt a sweet sensation in his glans, and his semen gushed out. 　　Ping'er suddenly rolled over with him, changing to a missionary position, her thighs gripping his waist. 　　Zhao Quan felt a suction force, as if it were penetrating deep into his body, drawing out all his semen. 　　"Smell... I can't take it anymore...!" He felt as if his limbs had fallen apart, and then everything went black. 　　Ping'er held him, looking at Zhao Quan: "It seems you're almost at your limit too, alas!" It wasn't 　　until noon the next day that Zhao Quan regained consciousness. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror and was horrified: "Ah! I look like a living skeleton!" 　　He stumbled out of the room, ran to the garden, opened the door, and suddenly saw the old Taoist priest standing outside! 　　"Benefactor, have you forgotten the ancient jade and the brocade pouch?" 　　Zhao Quan knelt down: "Taoist priest, save me!" 　　The Taoist priest took out a talisman from his robes: "Tonight, burn this talisman to ashes, mix it with wine, and give it to Yang Ping'er. As soon as she faints, put the ancient jade on her!" " 　　After she puts on the ancient jade, she will die. At that time, quickly collect her body and bury her, and the demoness will be eliminated!" 　　The Taoist priest touched Zhao Quan's forehead: "I will now help you to be unafraid of Yang Ping'er's sorcery. Quickly go and look at the brocade pouch and do as I say!" 　　After he finished speaking, he vanished in a flash. 　　Zhao Quan stumbled back home, found the brocade pouch, and opened it. 　　The inscription read: "Yang Ping'er is a rabbit spirit. In her past life, she had a karmic entanglement with Zhao Quan, and thus she has come to seek reconciliation in this life. However, rabbits are inherently promiscuous; if she absorbs a man's essence for eighty-one days, she will be difficult to control. Remember to kill her!" 　　Zhao Quan was stunned after reading it: "Ping'er… I… I can't bear to part with her, but you…" 　　At this point, Zhao Quan repeatedly kowtowed to Bao Gong: "If it weren't for the tomb robbers, that rabbit spirit wouldn't have been released!" 　　Bao Gong frowned: "Where is Yang Ping'er now? Since she has returned to life, she will naturally seek revenge!" 　　Gongsun Ce suggested: "Why not send Guard Zhan to protect Zhao Quan? When the 'female demon Yang Ping'er' appears, bring her to court and get to the bottom of things." 　　Bao Gong nodded: "Right! We can't just listen to one side of the story; we must confront her!" 　　But where is Yang Ping'er hiding? Mandi returned to his dilapidated kiln, breathless. He had been robbing a tomb when he encountered a "female corpse" that had come back to life, leaving him terrified! 　　He lay on the bed, his legs still trembling. 　　Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman slipped into his room. 　　"Mandi, thank you for saving me!" The voice was alluring; it was clearly Yang Ping'er! 　　"A monster!" Mandi cried out, pulling the covers over 　　his head in fright. "Mandi, we've shared intimate moments, we're husband and wife, why are you afraid of me?" Ping'er pulled back the covers. 　　"Good sister, what do you want me to do?" Mandi's face turned pale. 　　Ping'er sighed: "I hate Zhao Quan, I want you to take me to Judge Bao to seek justice!" 　　"What grievance do you have?" Mandi asked, puzzled. 　　"I was originally a rabbit spirit, but because of a karmic entanglement with Zhao Quan in my past life, I was reborn as him..." Ping'er sighed . "I never imagined this scoundrel would be such a henpecked husband! After he bought me and brought me home, Madam Yan objected!" 　　"Madam Yan somehow hired a Taoist priest who cast a spell on me..." Tears welled in Ping'er's eyes. "Although I'm a rabbit spirit, my magical skills are shallow, so the priest used an ancient jade to suppress me, burying me alive!" 　　"That heartless Zhao Quan, knowing I was rescued by you while you were tomb raiding, actually preemptively accused me of being a demon to the officials!" 　　"I originally wanted to appeal to the Kaifeng Prefecture, but I am, after all, a different being, and cannot defeat the door gods, so I have a grievance but cannot appeal!" 　　Ping'er looked pitiful, causing Man Di to forget his fear. He sat up. "You... what do you want?" 　　"I want you to take me to the Kaifeng Prefecture to appeal!" 　　"How can I help you?" Mandi looked at her white body, forgetting his fear. 　　Ping'er's red lips seemed to burn with fire, and she pressed her small mouth against Mandi's. 　　Mandi's hands were also unabashed, vigorously kneading her breasts. 　　Ping'er pressed down on him. 　　There was nothing under her robe, and her burning vulva pressed against his penis. After only a couple of rubs, Mandi's little thing was erect. 　　Ping'er rode him, taking his jade stem into her vulva. 　　Mandi's eyes widened with excitement! 　　A woman is most beautiful when her breasts sway back and forth, and also when her vulva tightly grips the glans . 　　"Ah...oh..." Mandi seemed to have forgotten his fatigue, and he cried out softly.

Ping'er lay on his chest, moving slowly.

"Wait a moment, put on this robe of mine, go to the Kaifeng government office and beat the drum..." Ping'er swayed back and forth:

"You must ask Lord Bao to come to the government office, I'll wait for him outside!"

She began to moan: "Ah... remember... I only want to seek justice... I'm not harming anyone..." She

moved faster and faster!

Man Di then ejaculated.

A tomb robber seeking justice for someone "lying in a coffin" sounds strange!

But Man Di really did it!

He went to the Kaifeng government office and beat the drum: "Lord Bao, there is a Yang Ping'er outside the government office who wants to seek justice for you!"

"Because she is a demon, she cannot enter the government office, she can only seek justice outside!" Man Di spoke earnestly.

Lord Bao really opened the middle gate, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu carried lanterns to see Ping'er outside.

Ping'er then found a blue dress from somewhere and put it on, she was very pretty and charming.

"Yang Ping'er, Zhao Quan falsely accuses you of being a demon. What exactly happened?" Bao Gong looked at

Ping'er, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Lord Bao, I am indeed a thousand-year-old rabbit spirit. Because Zhao Quan saved my life in my previous life, in this life...

I offered myself to him to repay his kindness, intending to bear him a son..."

"But, I didn't expect that Yan Shi, that woman, is so jealous. Since I entered the Zhao family, she has repeatedly persecuted me!"

"She even invited a Taoist priest to use a talisman to force me to reveal my true form!"

"I originally wanted to repay his kindness, but Zhao Quan is terrified of his wife... He actually made false accusations against me..." Ping'er

burst into tears.

Bao Gong nodded: "Zhao Hu, quickly summon Yan Shi and Zhao Quan for questioning!"

Ping'er continued: "Although I am a demon, I have not harmed anyone. Zhao Quan, however,

was exhausted from dealing with Yan Shi and Nunu alone, so Yan Shi blamed everything on Nunu..."

"Zhao Quan was lustful and afraid of his shrewish wife... so... he used an ancient jade to imprison me and bury me alive. But Nunu's life was not

meant to end; she encountered Man Di tomb raiding and thus came back to life!"

As Ping'er recounted Yan Shi's torment of her, Zhao Hu and Zhan Zhao had already brought Zhao Quan and Yan Shi to the palace.

Yan Shi pointed at Ping'er and cursed her as a "demon," while Zhao Quan remained silent.

Bao Gong pointed at Yan Shi: "When Man Di came to report the case, was the experience you recounted fabricated?"

Yan Shi had no answer, so she could only nod: "Zhao San was actually exposed due to illness, but I hated Yang Ping'er for taking my

husband away, so... I falsely claimed that Ping'er sucked his essence to death!"

Zhao Quan also admitted that he loved Ping'er very much, but Yan Shi was too wicked, and in the end, he obeyed Yan Shi and abandoned Ping'er.

Bao Gong nodded: "From the inscription 'Tomb of Beloved Concubine Chen Ping'er' on Ping'er's tombstone, I know that you did not

love her deeply enough, but humans and demons can never grow old together, alas..."

Tears streamed down Zhao Quan's face.

Ping'er also cried: "Zhao Lang, our grudges are over. Originally, I wanted to give you a scholar to bring

honor to our ancestors, but... I'm afraid we will never see each other again!"

She bowed twice to Bao Gong, and suddenly her body flashed, followed by a white light, heading west.

Yan Shi stayed close to Zhao Quan.

Bao Gong shouted, "Men, seize Man Di! Although this fellow did one good deed, he has repeatedly robbed tombs and must

be severely punished. Put him in jail and await sentencing!"

Man Di burst into tears!

Zhao Quan helped Yan Shi up, both trembling, "Thank you, Lord Bao!"

Bao Gong shook his head, "You lied and framed Yang Ping'er, and should be punished, but since she has severed ties with you...

alas... I'll let you go."

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