The Zi Bu Yu series, 1-7

"The Extramarital Affair" is adapted from *Taiping Guangji*.

In Taiyuan, Shanxi, there lived a young man named Guo Han. From a young age, he was self-respecting, easy-going, and frugal. He
was also handsome, eloquent, and skilled in calligraphy, so he was highly respected. He
lost his parents at a young age and lived alone.

One hot summer night, under the bright moonlight, he lay in the courtyard, enjoying the gentle breeze. Looking up
, he felt that the Weaver Girl star was particularly bright that night, seemingly shimmering with five colors. Guo Han was inspired to write a
poem to the Weaver Girl: "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are far apart, the Milky Way shines bright. She walks with her fair hands, weaving at her loom. All day she weaves, but nothing is finished
, tears falling like rain. The Milky Way is clear and shallow, how far apart are they? A single stream glistens, yet they cannot speak."

After reciting the poem, Guo Han's romantic heart was filled with sorrow for the Weaver Girl. Suddenly, a rich, sweet fragrance wafted on the wind
, clearing his mind. Just as Guo Han was wondering what was happening, he saw a woman descending slowly from the sky,
landing right in front of him.

Guo Han looked closely and saw a radiant young woman. Her beauty was dazzling; she wore a black gauze dress, a
white silk shawl, a phoenix crown with jade ornaments, and shoes embroidered with nine patterns of jade. Her two accompanying maids were also exceptionally
beautiful, captivating the soul.

Guo Han quickly rose, straightened his clothes, and bowed, saying, "A celestial being has descended from afar; I humbly await your kind words."

The maiden smiled and said, "I am the Weaver Girl star in the heavens. Long have I been without a spouse, my auspicious time thwarted, and I
have spent my days in lonely solitude, filled with melancholy. Therefore, God bestowed upon me grace, commanding me to wander the mortal realm. Your exquisite beauty
fills me with admiration; your romantic spirit captivates me. Thus, I wish to entrust my feelings to you."

Guo Han exclaimed with delight, "I dare not presume upon the love of a celestial being; I am deeply grateful for your acceptance."

The Weaver Girl then instructed her maidservants to clean the room for Guo Han, hang a curtain of frosty red gauze, and lay out a crystal and jade mat
. Then, the two entered the room hand in hand, undressed, and slept together.

The Weaver Girl's close-fitting light red gauze dress could not conceal her graceful figure; the barely visible curves of her body
stirred the heart and soul. The delicate fragrance emanating from her filled the room, like peonies and orchids in the mist.

The Weaver Girl arranged the pillows adorned with dragon's brain and covered herself with the double-threaded mandarin duck quilt, sharing the bed with Guo Han. Guo Han
felt the Weaver Girl's soft, delicate muscles and her sweet, unrestrained emotions, causing his lust to surge. He
abandoned all old teachings and etiquette, embracing the Weaver Girl's soft, delicate body and showering her with passionate kisses.

The Weaver Girl, like someone long deprived of water, responded with unrestrained enthusiasm, without any shyness or pretense. She almost wantonly
guided Guo Han's hands to caress her full breasts and her secret place.

Guo Han's hands busied themselves on Zhi Nu's breasts, finding them incredibly elastic. As he kneaded them, the nipples gradually
hardened, turning a beautiful pinkish-red as if engorged with blood. He also felt the soft, dense downy hair of Zhi Nu's genitals, her delicate labia
, which were moistened with a sticky fluid. Guo Han gently pinched and twirled his fingers on her nipples; he lightly
rubbed them between her labia.

Zhi Nu's whole body began to heat up, she groaned, trembled, and writhed uncontrollably, her jade hands also
exploring Guo Han's erect penis. Zhi Nu lovingly grasped Guo Han's engorged and hard penis,
stroking it up and down; she also teased and rubbed the glans with her fingertips.

Their passionate movements caused the brocade quilt to slip off the bed, revealing two intertwined worms of flesh. The two rolled around passionately, the quilt
crumpled, the pillows askew, the bed legs creaking… a testament to the intensity of their battle. The sweat of Guo Han and Zhi Nu mingled
, making the hair on their foreheads and temples stick to their skin as if they had just been soaked in water; their skin rubbed smoothly against each other,
sharing the tactile pleasure.

Zhi Nu could no longer resist the torment of her intense lust. She flipped over and straddled Guo Han's lower body, guiding his erect
penis to her vaginal opening. With a slight downward thrust, "Swoosh!" his penis slid in smoothly, filling her
entire vagina and reaching deep into her cervix. "Ah! Oh!" Zhi Nu cried out, her voice both satisfied and wanton, unconsciously
uttering obscene words: "...Ah! Guo Lang...mmm...so good..."

Zhi Nu's hips rose and fell slowly, allowing Guo Han's penis to move in and out of her lubricated vagina. Guo Han felt
his penis being tightly gripped, the sensitive tip of his penis feeling the folds of the vaginal walls. The friction and resistance created a pleasurable sensation that made him
groan between heavy breaths.

Looking at the Weaver Girl's heaving breasts, an unbearable surge of desire made him arch his back, embrace
her tightly, and suckle her breast deeply. "Ah!" The Weaver Girl cried out again,
her head thrown back, her glossy black hair flying. In a spasm, a torrent of heat surged through her vagina, pushing
her to the peak of pleasure.

Guo Han's penis was suddenly overwhelmed by the heat, feeling a pleasurable, rapid swelling and trembling. He quickly supported
the Weaver Girl's waist, making her hips rise and fall more rapidly; he also thrust his penis deeper and faster into her vagina
for a final, faster thrust.

The deep penetration and friction of the penis intensified Zhinu's pleasure. Suddenly, Guo Han's penis tingled, the swollen
shaft seemingly brimming with boundless energy, all of which erupted from the tip, shooting out a
torrent of hot semen that washed over her uterine walls. Zhinu let out a soft "Ah!" before falling into a dizzying throes of orgasm and losing consciousness.

*Thump!* Guo Han and Zhinu collapsed onto the limp bed, their penises still immersed in her vagina, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow
of their climax…

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As dawn approached, Zhinu took her leave. The makeup on her cheeks remained vibrant, untouched by the passionate kisses and
sweat. Guo Han tried to wipe it away, but the color wouldn't fade, realizing it was naturally hers. Guo Han saw the Weaver Girl off at the door
, and watched her soar into the sky on a cloud. From then on, the Weaver Girl visited him every night to meet him at Mount Wu, and their feelings for each other grew stronger with each passing day.

After one passionate encounter, Guo Han jokingly asked, "Where is the Cowherd? How dare you sneak off to the mortal world to
seek pleasure behind his back?"

The Weaver Girl laughed and replied, "The changes of Yin and Yang are unpredictable; what does that have to do with him? Besides, the Milky Way and the Heavenly River separate us; he couldn't
possibly know what I'm doing. Even if he did, it wouldn't be a problem." The Weaver Girl gently stroked Guo Han's chest.
Continuing, she said, "You are a mortal, and the affairs of the celestial realm are different from those of the human world. They
cannot be compared or measured by human standards of thought or morality!"

Guo Han then asked, "You are a star in the heavens. Can you explain to me the pathways and transformations of celestial phenomena?"

The Weaver Girl replied, "From the perspective of the human world, we only see stars, but we don't know that there are official residences and abodes within them, where immortals
come to visit and admire. The essence of all things has its image in the heavens and its form on earth. Whatever changes occur on earth will certainly
be reflected in the heavens." The Weaver Girl then smiled and said, "Take my descent to the mortal realm for example. Whenever you see the Weaver Girl
star particularly bright and displaying seven-colored transformations, that is when I descend to the mortal realm."

Guo Han asked in surprise, "Then this isn't the first time you've come with me?"

The Weaver Girl nodded and said, "I descend to the mortal realm once every ten to one hundred years. Anyone who loves and cherishes me has
a chance... "Become my lover for one night. Look, haven't there been countless poems throughout history praising or lamenting the Weaver Girl?
Many scholars have shared a love affair with me." The Weaver Girl sighed and continued, "But because a day in heaven is like several months on earth
, even if I have a deep affection, when I return to earth, time flies by, and that person will be long gone!"

Then, the Weaver Girl pointed out the positions of the stars in the sky to Guo Han, explaining their conjunctions in detail. Therefore,
Guo Han was well-versed in astronomical knowledge unknown to people at the time.

As the seventh day of the seventh month approached, the Weaver Girl suddenly stopped coming, causing Guo Han endless longing. Several months later, the Weaver
Girl suddenly reappeared and explained to Guo Han, "The seventh day of the seventh month is the day I meet the Cowherd."

Guo Han asked with a hint of jealousy, "Was it happy to meet the Cowherd?"

The Weaver Girl smiled and replied, "How can heaven and earth compare? This is fate; don't be jealous."

Several more months passed. One night, the Weaver Girl looked sorrowful and heartbroken. Tears streaming down her face, she held Guo Han's hand and
said, "God commanded me to wander the human world, seeking pleasure for a limited time. Now that time is up, we must part forever
!" She then sobbed uncontrollably, overcome with grief.

Guo Han was shocked and saddened, asking, "How many more days can you stay?"

The Weaver Girl replied, "Only tonight." She then wept bitterly, spending the entire night in ecstasy, until dawn
. The two embraced and parted. The Weaver Girl then ascended into the sky, repeatedly turning back to wave to Guo Han until she disappeared from
sight.

That year, the Grand Astrologer, in charge of celestial phenomena, reported, "The Weaver Girl star has lost its luster."

Guo Han missed the Weaver Girl terribly, paying no attention to the beautiful women of the human world. Later, wanting to have an heir, he reluctantly
married a woman surnamed Cheng. After marriage, everything was unsatisfactory, eventually leading to a bitter falling out between husband and wife. Guo Han later rose to the position of Imperial Censor.

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《Modern Chapter》 Based on "A Passerby's Random Thoughts":

Every clear night, the passerby bathes and changes clothes, lights sandalwood incense (mosquito coils will do for now), plays the zither (if no zither, then
a "xiao" will suffice), and unrolls a scroll (a Playboy would probably work), sincerely praying (driven by lust) for the Weaver Girl to descend to earth.

However, so far, nothing has been achieved, so "Modern Chapter" is temporarily unavailable.

If any netizens share this sentiment, let's emulate the ancients; perhaps one day the Weaver Girl will grace your home with her presence, and then... hey!
hey! hey! ... Just don't forget to share it with everyone. The "What the Master Doesn't Speak
Of" Series—Cupid and Psyche

Speaker: The passerby

, a saint of high virtue, disdains to discuss: strange, powerful, chaotic, or divine.

The passerby, lacking virtue, only spouts nonsense about: lust, desire, evil, and demons.

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The "Zi Bu Yu" Series—Cupid and Psyche (Part 1) Based on—Greek Mythology

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※※After writing so many ancient Chinese stories, this time I'll break it down to a Western one.
It gets a bit tiresome to always have "fried dough sticks" and "soy milk" in the same old way. Occasionally, I'll try "hamburgers" with "hot dogs" and "milk" to give my readers
a change of pace. ※※
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In ancient times in the West, when the gods still roamed between heaven and earth, there was a king who had three daughters
, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful, especially his youngest daughter—Psyche.

Whenever Psyche appeared, everyone else was overwhelmed by her radiant beauty, feeling
ashamed as mortals before a fairy.

Because of Psyche's renowned beauty, many men, filled with curiosity and admiration,
traveled great distances just to catch a glimpse of her, some even worshipping her as a goddess. Those who saw
Psyche were full of praise, and word spread that "even Venus's beauty cannot
compare to Psyche's!"

As the ever-growing crowds vied for Psyche's beauty, no one thought of Venus anymore; her
temples were forgotten! Her palaces were covered in dust! The towns she once favored were ruins.
The glory that Venus once possessed had now transferred to this girl who could not live forever.

Venus, of course, could not tolerate this situation. Consumed by jealousy, she, as always
, turned to her young son—the beautiful winged youth Cupid—when faced with difficulties. Cupid was known as the god of love; anyone
struck by his arrow, whether god or mortal, would become lovers.

Venus told Cupid about the neglect she had suffered, and then said, "I want you to use your arrows to make this
wretched Psyche fall madly in love with the most vile and ugliest creature in the world." Cupid agreed!

Venus gave Cupid a passionate kiss and then left confidently and happily. Venus believed that Cupid
could quickly destroy Psyche.

However, when Cupid saw Psyche, his heart was struck as if by his own arrow; he fell in love with
her uncontrollably. Cupid did not make a move, nor did he mention it to Venus; in fact, he found it difficult to speak of it.

Of course, Psyche didn't fall in love with any terrifying animal, nor with any man. Psyche's two older sisters
, though not as beautiful as her, both found their ideal partners and married the king in glory. Psyche, however, remained
unmarried, living a lonely life. She had praise, but no love; it seemed no man wanted her.

Psyche's father was deeply worried and finally went to Apollo's temple to ask him for advice on his daughter
's marriage. But Cupid had already told Apollo the whole story and begged for
his help in obtaining Psyche.

So Apollo answered Psyche's father, "Psyche's destined husband is a
serpent stronger and more terrifying than the gods. Therefore, you must take Psyche to the cliff and let the serpent marry her. Otherwise, your kingdom
will be destroyed."

Psyche's father and family were heartbroken, but they dared not disobey. They dressed Psyche and,
with the heart of a funeral procession, took her to the cliff, their sorrow far exceeding that of a mourning party.

But Psyche bravely said, "You should have wept for me before! Because you should have known that
my beauty would be a curse upon me. I am glad that all this is coming to an end!" Psyche thus accepted her
fate alone.

Psyche sat on the dark mountaintop, awaiting her unknown doom. As Psyche sat weeping and trembling,
suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, making her feel as light as a feather, and she slowly floated down from the mountaintop to the valley below,
landing on a soft meadow. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the tranquility allowed Psyche to forget her worries and gradually
drift off to sleep.

When Psyche awoke, she found herself on the banks of a clear river, with a
palace built of gold, silver, and jewels on the shore, like the residence of a god, but all was silent. Psyche hesitated before walking to the door, when suddenly
a voice reached her ears. Psyche could not see anyone, but the voice clearly told her: "This house
belongs to you. Do not be afraid. Enter boldly and take a bath to refresh yourself, and then a feast will be prepared for you
. We are your servants, and we will prepare anything you desire."

Psyche enjoyed the pleasant bath, the delicious food, and the soft music... but she could not see anyone. However,
Psyche could foresee that when night fell, her husband would come to keep her company.

And everything happened exactly as Psyche expected! When she felt her husband beside her, whispering tender, loving
words in her ear, her fear vanished. Although Psyche couldn't see him, she believed her husband wasn't some flying serpent
or monster, but the lover she had longed for—her husband.

Psyche could tell by touch that her husband possessed all the characteristics of a strong man:
short, curly hair, broad shoulders, a muscular chest… and of course, a firm erection.

Psyche also knew by touch that her husband possessed masculine romance and tenderness. His soft
lips pressed against Psyche's, kissing her passionately; only his tongue, like a flying serpent or monster, deftly
darted into her mouth, swirling and dancing. Psyche sucked hard at her husband's saliva, like fine wine and honey; her hands gently caressed
his back muscles, hard as iron yet smooth as oil.

Psyche thought of her husband's magnificent and upright figure, and felt it was the greatest happiness in the world… At that moment, her husband's
lips moved to Psyche's full breasts! His warm, moist lips and tongue teased her hard nipples; his strong hands squeezed her
soft breasts. Psyche arched her back and thrust her chest forward, expressing with her movements and moans her willingness
to give herself completely and without regret.

Deep within Psyche, a raging fire of desire grew stronger and stronger, the heat seeming to burn her to ashes, making her
moans higher and higher, sharper and sharper. Especially when her husband's palm pressed against her high, protruding mons pubis, gently kneading the thick
, curly pubic hair, she trembled violently, her internal organs seemingly melting, becoming
waves of heat flowing from her womb to her body.

As her husband's fingers teased back and forth between her labia, his other hand also guided Psyche to grasp his hard penis
. Psyche's fingers roamed over his penis, circling its circumference, measuring its length, and
testing its hardness with her palms. Psyche felt it was hot and hard, like a newly forged and tempered iron pillar
.

Psyche rubbed and manipulated her husband's penis with the joy of finding a treasure, unconsciously moving her hand towards
her lower body. Strangely, the penis seemed not to be attached to her husband's body—no! Perhaps it should be said that her husband's body
seemed weightless, allowing Psyche to easily press the penis against her labia. Psyche didn't know how her husband
moved his body, but it was clear that his body was pressing against hers, but without any weight.

Her husband thrust, and Psyche was both excited and nervous, cleverly still holding the base of his penis, afraid of experiencing
the pain of such a large penis penetrating her virgin vagina.

It was another unexpected surprise. When her husband's large glans squeezed into the narrow opening,
Psyche felt no pain or discomfort whatsoever. Instead, she experienced an indescribable comfort, a
complete relaxation of her muscles and joints, and a slight feeling of fullness that stirred up boundless desire.

Psyche felt a hairy worm wriggling and crawling deep inside her, its hairs brushing against
the vaginal walls, an itching sensation she found unbearable. Psyche released her hand from his penis and instead gripped his
buttocks, thrusting her lower body forward to allow his penis to enter her itchy opening without obstruction.

"Oh...yes...right there!" Psyche cried out like a wanton woman, "...darling...I want
you...harder...deeper..."

In fact, even without Psyche's words, her husband had already begun to slowly thrust. The angled tip of her husband's penis carefully
scraped every corner of the vaginal walls; the tip pressed tightly against the cervix, then slowly withdrew,
allowing the accumulated love juices to be released.

Although Psyche couldn't feel her husband's weight, the power of his penis was undiminished; each thrust
filled her completely, the impact against the cervix carrying immense force. Psyche easily...
Arching back, she thrust her lower body to the apex of the curve. If her husband's body had weight, it
would fall entirely on the point of contact between their bodies.

Her husband seemed to know Psyche's inner needs and desires; his thrusting speed gradually increased. But the rapid sliding
didn't diminish the pleasure of friction against Psyche's vaginal walls. On the contrary, the heat and tingling from the friction caused her pent-up
pleasure to erupt into a series of orgasms.

Psyche let out a hoarse moan, then sank into a dizzying ecstasy. Even when her husband's hot semen entered her
, she could only tremble slightly, as if she didn't have the strength to even lift a finger! And so,
she drifted off to sleep in blissful pleasure…

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This husband, seemingly real yet not real, couldn't provide Psyche with visual satisfaction, but she still felt very happy.

Time passed quickly. One night, six months later, her husband's voice rang in her ears, his tone heavy
: "Danger is slowly approaching! Your two sisters are coming to the mountaintop where you disappeared to mourn you."
He warned, "You must never let them see you, or you will bring me great trouble and ruin yourself
!"

Psyche agreed. But the next day, thinking of her sisters and family, she could no longer hold back her tears.
Even when her husband returned that night, Psyche continued to sob, and his comforting words could not stop her tears
.

Finally, unable to resist Psyche's burning desire, the husband sadly yielded: "Alright! I'll do as you say."
He said firmly, "You must remember, don't be swayed by anyone and try to see my true face, otherwise
, I will be separated from you forever."

Psyche cried out excitedly, "I will never do that! I would rather die a hundred times than lose you!"

The next morning, Psyche awaited her sisters with joy and excitement. The sisters' reunion brought tears of joy to their eyes
. Upon entering the palace, the sisters' eyes were filled with priceless jewels; as they sat down to dine, they enjoyed delicacies
and listened to enchanting music.

At this moment, the flames of jealousy burned in the sisters' hearts, and their intense curiosity made them eager to know:
who was the master of this place, and what kind of person was their sister's husband? Psyche casually told them that her husband
was a young man who was usually out hunting. Finally, Psyche presented her sisters with handfuls of gold and silver jewels.

The sisters left satisfied, but jealousy still burned within them. Soon, the two
treacherous women returned with a vicious plan. They questioned Psyche about her husband's appearance, and Psyche
's evasive and hesitant answers convinced them that she had never seen him and didn't know what he
looked like.

The sisters, in perfect unison, said, "We have ascertained the truth. Your husband is not a human, but
a terrible serpent monster, as Apollo described. Although he is kind to you now, one day he
will devour you!"

Psyche was terrified; fear overwhelmed her, replacing love. She began to suspect why
he had never let her see him. There must be a terrible reason. How much did she really know about him? If he didn't
have a horrifying appearance, why would he fear her seeing him?

In extreme mystery, trembling, and hesitation, Psyche obeyed her sisters, hiding a lamp and a
sharp blade by her bedside. As her husband slept peacefully, she mustered her courage and lit the lamp. Carefully approaching the bedside, she
held the lamp high, peering intently to see what lay on the bed.

"Ah!" Psyche was instantly filled with relief and excitement; there was no monster. Her husband was the sweetest
, most handsome man in the world, and in the lamplight, he radiated even more. Psyche
felt ashamed of her foolishness and broken promise, and unconsciously knelt down. If it weren't for her trembling hands causing the blade to slip, Psyche
would have already plunged the knife into her own chest.

But as Psyche drew closer to her husband, wanting to see more clearly, the hot oil from the lamp dripped onto his
shoulder. Her husband awoke with a start, uttering only one sentence: "Love cannot exist in doubt!" Then he flew away
.

Psyche stood there, stunned, muttering to herself, "Cupid!...Cupid!..." She pondered: "He is my husband!"
And I, so despicable, could not remain faithful to him... Will he be separated from me forever? ...No! No matter where he is
, I will use the rest of my life to find him. Perhaps there is no longer any love for him, but at least I will
show him how much I love him." Psyche

embarked on her journey. Psyche did not know where she would go, but the only belief she held in her heart was:
"...Never give up finding him..." (End of Part 1

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※ ... Cupid returned to his mother's chambers in despair and sorrow. Finally, unable to bear the torment of his wounds and inner turmoil , he collapsed unconscious. Venus quickly carried Cupid to the bed and treated his wounds with an ice-cold medicine. In his delirium, Cupid vaguely felt a refreshing coolness on his chest, and a pair of soft hands gently massaging his chest. Perhaps it was the miraculous healing power of the medicine; perhaps it was the gentle comfort that soothed his mind. As the pain gradually lessened, Cupid peacefully drifted into sleep. When Cupid awoke, he felt that the wounds on his chest had completely healed. To his even greater surprise, his mother, Venus, was leaning down, kissing his broad chest. Venus's moist red lips pressed against Cupid's upper body, passionately kissing him from his neck to his abdomen. Although Cupid was reluctant to disappoint Venus and also somewhat reluctant to give up the pleasure of physical contact, he still decided to push her away, saying, "Please don't do this, Mother!" Cupid emphasized the word "Mother."

Venus maintained her usual smile, her soft hands still caressing Cupid's chest, saying, "No!
You are not my son. I am a sea foam, and you are merely an avatar I created." Venus
sat close to Cupid on the edge of the bed, continuing, "I know everything about you and Psyche. Mortals are unreliable
; don't worry about such fickle mortal women."

Venus took Cupid's hand and placed it on her full breasts, saying, "You are the goddess of love; and I am the embodiment of beauty
. Only our union is the most perfect thing in the world." Cupid seemed to still harbor a slight doubt about Venus's words, but these hesitations were transformed into lust and desire under

Venus's passionate kisses.
Venus's lips brushed against Cupid's cheek, while one hand slid down to his
crotch, murmuring, "I only realized today that you've grown up enough to fall in love. It's ridiculous that I didn't even notice
; I've been waiting for this day to come." Venus, holding his erect penis, laughed and said, "Really!
You've really grown up!"

Cupid felt a pang of sadness that he was merely Venus's lustful "hope"; but
he was also grateful that he could be intimate with the goddess of beauty, whom even gods and mortals alike desired. Cupid gradually lost himself in the tender
embrace. He agreed with Venus's words, no longer infatuated with unreliable mortal women. He envisioned his union with Venus
not only as a perfect thing, but also as a passionate, earth-shattering affair.

Venus and Cupid finally intertwined, completely naked. Cupid kissed Venus
's cherry lips passionately, their tongues locked together, sucking each other's warm, sweet saliva. A burning desire
raged on, causing their muscles to tense with intense emotion.

Cupid gazed at Venus's alluring, white breasts, and couldn't resist pressing his face against her cleavage, feeling
their exquisite softness. The tingling sensation of their skin
against each other, the tickling of her pubic hair, made Venus's rosy nipples tremble. Her warm hands gently caressed Cupid's firm skin, savoring its smooth, strong, and real texture.

Cupid gently nibbled at every inch of Venus's skin, leaving pink
lipstick marks on her snow-white flesh. Cupid could feel the trembling emanating from Venus's body.

Cupid spread Venus's legs, fully revealing her mysterious cavern. On Venus's high, protruding mons pubis
, the golden down, glistening with moisture, appeared even more dazzling; the plump, soft flesh made the crevice between them
seem even narrower. With Venus's disordered breathing, her mons pubis rose and fell; the opening and closing of her soft flesh caused
the mucus on her pink opening to linger, forming transparent strands.

Venus slightly arched her hips, urging and welcoming Cupid's entry. In the instant they became one
, Venus's pent-up desire, accumulated and awaited for years, erupted like a volcano
, leaping and roaring like a wild horse.

Cupid, unlike his previous tenderness, was like a warrior charging into battle,
riding Venus's body with unstoppable force. Cupid's penis was like his arrow, carrying boundless energy as it shot
into Venus's body, then exploded within her.

Venus groaned incessantly, as if unable to bear it; yet also as if in a frenzy of ecstasy. A familiar face
and body, a new identity and emotion, drove Cupid, in his daze, to repeat the same action with abandon, until
the energy within both of them erupted simultaneously.

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─Venus and Psyche─

Cupid slowly awoke from his deep sleep. The feeling of waking from the hangover of lust was unpleasant.
The torment of right and wrong—having had a physical relationship with someone he had always believed to be his mother—was excruciating.

There was no concept of incest or promiscuity among the gods. Even Zeus, the ruler of the universe,
had loved many goddesses, and his wife Helle openly had relationships with other gods.
Clearly, there was a significant difference between the thinking of gods and mortals.

Therefore, Cupid was surprised at his own "humanity"; why did something so ordinary
make him uneasy and preoccupied? "It's Psyche!...Yes, it's her!" Cupid suddenly realized that
he subconsciously loved Psyche deeply. Perhaps it was love; or perhaps it was being assimilated to become more human, that made Cupid
take his intimate encounter with Venus so seriously.

"I should give Psyche another chance!" Cupid murmured, but how to deal with Venus left
him lost in confused contemplation...

After Venus found pleasure and satisfaction with Cupid, she vowed to be with him forever.
However, Venus understood that she had to find Psyche, the one she envied, before Cupid could, and
remove this obstacle forever, so that Cupid would have no excuse or opportunity to leave. Venus resolved to make Psyche taste the consequences that displeased the gods
. The

pitiful

and helpless Psyche, lost in despair and confusion, tried to gain the sympathy of the gods, constantly
praying to them. However, none of the gods were willing to offend Venus to help a mortal, and they all ignored her.

Finally, Psyche realized that all her prayers, whether in heaven or on earth, were in vain, only offering her disheartening answers
. Psyche decided to take a desperate gamble and go directly to Venus. She was willing to serve Venus like a slave to alleviate her
anger. Psyche thought, "He must be in his mother's palace!" So she set out to search, also
searching everywhere for her goddess—Venus.

Soon, Psyche arrived before Venus. Upon seeing Psyche, Venus burst into laughter and contemptuously asked
her, "Are you looking for a husband?" Venus's eyes flashed with jealousy as she said, "You are such an ugly and
terrible girl; you can have no lover except through diligence and hard work. To express my goodwill, I
will train you in various ways to make you more perfect."

Venus obtained a large quantity of extremely fine seeds, such as wheat, poppy, and corn seeds, and...
They were all mixed together. "Before dark, you must separate and categorize them," Venus said. "Do it well for your own sake
!" With that, she left with her usual captivating smile.

Psyche sat alone and stiff, staring at the pile of seeds before her, her mind
reeling from the cold, merciless command. In truth, Psyche knew that even if she began, this obviously impossible task would be futile
; Venus would still find other ways to torment her.

When everything was twisted into misery and despair, Psyche, unable to evoke the sympathy of gods or men, received
the pity of the smallest creatures in the field—the swift-legged ants. The ants called to each other, "Come! Have pity on this poor
girl, hurry and help her!" They immediately swarmed to help, tirelessly sorting the seeds
until the previously mixed-together seeds were completely separated according to their categories.

When Venus returned and found the scene, she was furious and shouted, "Your work isn't finished yet
!" Venus was determined that making the girl work hard, even enduring hunger and cold, would be enough to make
the beauty she hated vanish from Psyche.

The next morning, Venus gave Psyche another task: "Go to the vicinity of the riverbank, to the bushes where there are golden-
fleeced sheep, and fetch me some shimmering wool..." Having said this, she left Psyche and
went to her bedchamber to find Cupid.

Venus thus gave Psyche difficult and unreasonable tasks time and time again, such as fetching a blade of grass from the mountaintop , or fetching a bottle of black water from the treacherous Stykiel River... However, Psyche always managed to complete her tasks with the secret help of some gods who disapproved of Venus,
even in times of crisis . "Someone will surely help!" Venus said sharply after Psyche finished her work. "Otherwise, you could never have completed these tasks independently. In any case, I will give you another chance to prove that you truly possess unwavering determination and extraordinary intelligence, and are worthy to be Cupid's wife." Venus gave Psyche a box, instructing her to take it to Hades and ask the goddess of the underworld, Persephone, to fill it with her beauty. Venus told Psyche that Cupid, still recovering from his injuries, was exhausted and desperately needed it. Psyche, as usual, obediently set off on the path to Hades, unaware that many traps awaited her along the way: large caves in the ground, a deep river of death, the three-necked dog Cerberus, the one-eyed troll Kuchia… all dangers that could easily claim her life. Venus returned triumphantly to her bedchamber, passionately throwing her naked body into Cupid's arms. The fullness of his penis, the pleasurable climax, and the relaxation and excitement of knowing Psyche would perish under her wicked scheme—all these made Venus, straddling Cupid, tremble as she cried out, "My son Cupid, we can be together forever! Psyche! Psyche is about to disappear from the world! Because she is unknowingly walking the path of Hades, ha ha ha…" Venus's laughter awakened Cupid! Cupid rolled over, glanced apologetically at Venus, and then disappeared through the window, leaving her stunned and bewildered… ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ ─God of Love and Souls─ Psyche, trapped in the black cave, was drifting into a deep sleep in utter despair and exhaustion when, in that instant, the god of love appeared before her. Cupid resolutely flew out of the window, solely to find his wife. He refused to live without Psyche by his side any longer, even if it meant losing what Venus had already given him, or was about to give him— he no longer cared! Psyche had almost fainted in the black cave, and Cupid immediately found her. Then, Cupid brushed the sleepiness from her eyes and gently touched them with his lips, waking her. Cupid embraced Psyche tightly, assuring her that their future would be smooth and wonderful. Psyche, overjoyed, savored this moment of intimacy. To prevent Venus from causing further trouble, Cupid carried Psyche to Mount Olympus and went directly to Zeus. Cupid pleaded with the father of gods and men to grant his request immediately. Zeus awkwardly replied, "Although you have harmed me before, turning me into a bull and a swan… and so on, severely damaging my reputation and dignity, but… I cannot refuse you!" Zeus then convened a council of the gods and publicly announced: "Cupid and Psyche are now husband and wife, and the bride is granted immortality, her place among the gods, and bestowed upon her the title of goddess of love and soul." The messenger of the gods, Mercury, brought Psyche back to the temple, where Zeus bestowed upon her divine gifts, making her a goddess. The completely changed situation made it impossible for Venus to object to a goddess becoming her daughter-in-law. On the surface, the marriage seemed natural, illustrious, and appropriate, but Venus secretly suffered a bitter pill to swallow. Venus thought to herself, "Psyche must stay in heaven to take care of her husband, so she won't have time to attract men on earth, nor will she hinder people's worship of her. Therefore, I can choose any handsome man in the world again , hahaha..." Venus revealed that captivating smile again, forever and ever... (From the "Unspoken Words" series—"The Wooden Child," adapted from "Night Rain and Autumn Lamp Records") In a small village near the capital, there lived a boy named Zhu Meizi. For some reason, this little boy had such a feminine name, making him a frequent target of his playmates' laughter. Because of the ridicule he received, he was quick to resort to violence , and from a young age, he was considered a scoundrel. As he grew up, he not only indulged in drinking and gambling, but also made theft and fraud his livelihood. As his sisters continued their excessive drinking and gambling, their lives became increasingly difficult. However, instead of learning his lesson and reforming, he became even more unruly, enticing many respectable young men to join him in their debauchery, swindling money from them. Therefore, everyone hated him and spat at him whenever they saw him. By the age of twenty-five, his sisters were still drinking and gambling. When they were broke, they resorted to petty theft , and later learned to break into their neighbors' houses and steal things by digging holes in the walls.

One sweltering summer day, Zhu Meizi, wearing a straw hat, was strolling leisurely in the fields. Suddenly, she saw
a commotion in the distant fields. She crept closer to peek and discovered a man and a woman, seemingly appearing out of nowhere,
making love in the thicket.

Both were completely naked, the woman leaning back and the man prone, their embrace tight. The man's hips moved rapidly, his breath
coming in gasps; the woman's legs were raised high, tightly wrapped, and she moaned repeatedly, clearly reaching the climax. Zhu Meizi,
noticing their clothes piled to the side, hatched a wicked plan. She suddenly ran over, grabbed the clothes, and ran.

The couple, startled to be caught in their debauchery, hurriedly tried to escape, but their clothes were gone. They then realized that Zhu Meizi
had not only taken their clothes but also brandished a knife. The woman quickly hid behind the man,
pleading with Zhu Meizi to return their clothes. The women, intending to blackmail them, refused to give in. The two men, left with no
other choice, knelt and begged.

The women, who had planned to extort money, were aroused when they saw the woman, quite attractive and
naked, her curves fully revealed. They said, "I'll return your clothes
, but this girl must be intimate with me before I can give them back."

The woman resolutely refused, so the man pleaded, "It's unavoidable. I'll
have to make you suffer this once, to avoid him spreading this around and causing trouble. Besides, we can't leave without our clothes
!" The woman, with a sigh, reluctantly agreed.

The women first tied the man to a tree trunk with a belt, leering, "Learn from this, see how I deal with
this slut!" The man gritted his teeth, trembling with rage.

As the women approached, the girls unbuckled their belts and pulled down their pants, smiling broadly as they said, "You probably weren't
satisfied just now, so let me give you a real treat. I guarantee you'll never forget it, hee hee!..." With that, Lu Shan's hands moved up and down
, one squeezing the woman's breasts, the other her soft vulva.

To be honest, the woman had been really aroused just moments before, only to be startled away. Now, with the girls' kneading and
squeezing, her extinguished desire reignited like embers, and she couldn't help but moan and writhe again, much to the man's displeasure
. But the girls were delighted.

One of the girls touched the woman's breasts, finding them plump, soft, and incredibly elastic; her vulva was a veritable
watery paradise, with sticky, lustful fluids still flowing freely. The woman, Zhu Meizi, chuckled lewdly, "Hey! You're
quite the slut! Your juices have soaked my hands." He then bent down and began sucking on her nipple.

"...Ah...no...don't suck...it tickles...ahhh..." the woman cried out, trembling all over
, seemingly forgetting that Zhu Meizi was a shameless extortionist, and indulged in his advances.

Zhu Meizi, a frequent visitor to brothels, was adept at teasing women. He bent his fingers and,
with the aid of the slippery surface, began to stroke and tease the woman's vagina; his lips and tongue licked and teased incessantly. The
woman's face flushed, she gasped for breath, her lust burning within her, and she even reached out and grasped Zhu Meizi's penis
, stroking it up and down on her own.

The woman's soft hand gripped Zhu Meizi's hard penis, sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine and making his scalp tingle
. His penis seemed to swell even larger. Unable to contain his lust, Zhu Meizi quickly leaned over the woman, his penis erect, and
without a word, thrust into her. "Plop!" His penis slid in unimpeded to the hilt.

"...Ah...so big...I...I can't take it...ah..." the woman cried out, but she arched her lower body upwards to meet him
, gripping Zhu Meizi's buttocks tightly, trying to push him completely inside
. Zhu Meizi thought this woman was extremely wanton, no less so than a prostitute; no wonder she dared to have sex in broad daylight.

Thinking this, Zhu Meizi felt a surge of pleasure and excitement as his penis was enveloped in her, and he grasped her undulating breasts,
his hips heaving even faster. The woman also desperately twisted her hips to match, the two going back and forth, neither
giving an inch.

In an instant, the entire field was filled with panting, moaning, and an atmosphere of debauchery. The woman
released copious amounts of vaginal fluid time and again, perhaps due to overwhelming lust; or perhaps because the girls were truly skilled! Finally

, both women cried out simultaneously, trembling and convulsing, then slowly quieted down, seemingly having reached
an unprecedented climax and satisfaction. After releasing her lust, the girls sat down beside the woman, their hands still greedily roaming over her soft skin. The woman, gradually waking from the euphoria of her orgasm, felt unbearable shame and immediately ran to the man, untying his ropes while begging the girls to return her clothes. The women searched the clothes and said, "Bah! There's not even a penny left." Then they turned to the man and said, "The woman stays here, and you go home and get me ten or eight taels to start my savings." The man said, "We came to this remote place for a date, and we really don't have a single penny on us . Not only do we not have that much money at home, but even if we did, it would take me ages to get there and back!" He looked back at the woman, worried that she would be taken advantage of again. The women wouldn't budge. The man thought for a moment, then said, "Although I don't have any money right now, I can point you to a place where you'll definitely make a fortune." The girls asked skeptically, "What place? Don't lie to me." The man said, "Go south from here. There's a dilapidated old temple in the woods. Once you go inside, you 'll see a pile of dozens of stones on the ground in the central hall. Pick up a stone from outside the temple and put it in that pile, then hide behind the Buddha statue and lie down. After a while, people will come into the temple to divide the money. Then you can come out and count the stones and get your share." The girls, though half-believing, thought they had nothing better to do than go and see, and besides , they'd already had their fun. So they threw the clothes they'd secretly hidden to the couple. The girls, swaying and whistling, walked in the direction the man had indicated. The couple took the clothes, quickly put them on, and fled. After they rounded the ancient tomb passage, they disappeared without a trace.

The women followed the man's instructions. They went into the woods and indeed found an ancient temple with a pile of stones inside.
She did as the man had said, then secretly hid behind the Buddha statue to await news.

As darkness fell, two men entered the temple. They counted the stones; there were twelve. The two were surprised
and said, "How come there's an extra stone? Could there be a newcomer?"

Immediately, several more men entered the temple. Each had a leopard's head, large eyes, and a sword at his waist.
The two who had arrived first greeted them and told them about the strange discovery of the extra stone.

The man who seemed to be the leader said, "We originally had eleven people. If one more comes, we'll have twelve
. That's not bad; more people make things easier. But we don't know where he is. Should we split up and look
for him?"

Upon hearing this, the women immediately came out from behind the Buddha statue and greeted the group. The leader said, "Since you've come
here, it's fate that we're here. Just follow us, and you're guaranteed a life of luxury. We'll
split all the profits equally among the twelve of us!"

The girls were overjoyed and said, "Excellent! This is exactly what I wanted!"

The leader continued, "If you're willing to join us, you must make a pact with us, to share life and death, and hardships together."

So, they cut their fingers before the statue of the deity and swore an oath. After the worship, everyone sat around
the feast, happily enjoying the wine, meat, and various delicacies they had brought.

Someone asked the girls, "Do you know what kind of business we do?" The girls nodded, based on their experience traveling around
, thinking that unless it was a business with no capital, it was definitely not a good one.

Someone asked, "Are you used to this kind of life, or is this your first time learning?"

The girls replied, "I wouldn't dare lie to you, brothers. Climbing walls and crawling through holes are things I'm already used
to, but as for other things, I really don't know yet!"

The leader laughed and said, "That's good. Tonight, when you go out, you go inside first to scout things out, then open the gate and let everyone in .
You hide in a dark corner to keep watch and prevent anyone from coming in from the outside.
You'll get your share!"

The girls agreed, "Okay, thank you, brothers!" They ate and drank until the third watch drum sounded in the village, then the leader said, "The time has come!" So, each of them took their swords and weapons, and gave a long knife to the girls, and then they set off one by one. They crossed several small hills and arrived at a large village. This village sat isolated in a remote place, surrounded by mountains and winding streams, with no neighboring villages. The tall houses stood side by side, overlapping each other, clearly belonging to a wealthy family. However, the gates were tightly shut, and not a single light could be seen. The leader said, "New friend, why don't you go in and see what's going on?" The girls then used all their strength to climb several high walls and finally entered the inner room. Opening their eyes, they saw that all the rooms were pitch black, except for a flickering light in the window of the west wing. The girls then crawled like snakes across the floor. Reaching the window of the west wing, he quietly stood up, moistened the window paper with his saliva, and peered through the small hole. He saw a middle-aged woman sitting high on the bed, fanning herself with a large fan; a young woman in her twenties , dressed in very thin clothes, was removing her makeup and ornaments in front of a mirror; and a girl of only sixteen or seventeen, with shoulder-length black hair, was incredibly beautiful. All three women appeared very delicate, as if their clothes could weigh them down, or that a gust of wind would blow them away . The girl was holding an infant, a child as white as snow, as clear as jade, very endearing , but for some reason, the child was crying incessantly. The young woman, while soothing the child, complained, "Ah Guan has been so naughty these past few days. He cries and screams in the middle of the night and won't go to sleep." The young woman, removing her makeup in front of the mirror, smiled and said, "He's just spoiled by his aunt. Who are you complaining about?" The woman sitting on the bed then said, "Bring Ah Guan to me." The young woman carried the child to the bed, and the three of them played with the child together. After a while, the young woman suddenly sighed sadly, "Lian Gu, don't blame A Guan anymore. Your two brothers haven't come home yet, leaving your two sisters-in-law feeling lonely and isolated. Luckily, there's still this little A Guan to play with and have fun with!" The woman sitting on the bed said, "Lian Gu, since your two brothers aren't home, don't forget to close the doors and windows tightly while you're playing." The little girl laughed and said, "Am I stupid? This is a deep mountain forest, a secluded village. I'm always worried that bandits might sneak up and spy on us, so as soon as the sun sets, I quickly close the door tightly ." The young woman looking in the mirror joked, "If a bad guy really came, we sisters-in-law would only end up dead, not..." "It's nothing. I'm just afraid it'll be hard on you and Ah Guan." The girl hurriedly waved her hands and said, "Don't say that, don't say that! Why do you always say such scary things on purpose, sister-in-law ? It's frightening. In a couple more days, even if eldest brother is a little delayed, second brother will surely come back soon. Look, the lamp wick has already formed as big as a red bean, that's a very good omen!" The woman on the bed said, "You little girl, do you only remember second brother and not eldest brother? Tonight, we'll still sleep in the same bed as the other three, that way we'll be braver." The girl laughed and said, "Second sister-in-law is a bad sleeper, every time she moves she sticks out her little foot and presses it on my shoulder, I can't even breathe." At this time, the young woman had finished removing her evening makeup, and the group chatted and laughed for a while before closing the small room door, lowering the curtains , moving the lamp into the inner room, and going to bed together. A little while later, the sound of snoring came from inside the house; the baby was fast asleep, and the crying had long since ceased. During the time Zhu Meizi had been inside, she had observed everything clearly, overheard many conversations, and understood the truth . Overjoyed, she hurried along the hall, intending to leave. She tried to open the several heavy doors, but all of them were secured...

The hidden lock was firmly secured, making it difficult to open. Having no other option, they had to climb over the wall the way they had come.

When the girls saw the group, they explained the situation inside the house in detail. The group was overjoyed to find only women and children inside
, no men. They instructed the girls to stay outside and keep watch, while the others climbed onto the roof
and crept in along the cracks in the tiles. After passing several winding walls, they saw a light on
and jumped down from the spot where the girls had been peeping. They carefully examined the area again.

The leader saw only a little girl sleeping inside; there were no three people or a child as the girls had described
. The leader ordered two people to keep watch outside while the others searched other rooms. The leader quietly pried open a window
, and the group hurriedly climbed in, reaching the bedside, intending to assault the little girl.

The little girl, feeling disturbed in her sleep, opened her eyes and met the leader's gaze
. She opened her mouth to cry for help, but the leader, quick as lightning, lunged forward, covering her mouth with one hand; a knife pressed against her neck, he whispered
, "Don't scream, or you'll be dead!" The little girl made two soft "uh-huh" sounds, then, realizing the situation, her
eyes widened and she trembled with fear.

The leader leered, "If you behave, you'll be fine, and... I'll make you feel incredibly good... hehe
..." He reached for the little girl's slightly protruding chest, saying, "...If you're going to scream, wait until later... hehe..."

Seeing the leader's hand approaching, the little girl quickly shrank back, trying to avoid him. But the leader wouldn't let her escape,
grabbing and pulling with a swift motion, "Hiss!" With a 'whoosh,' a piece of cloth appeared in the leader's hand. Looking closer, the girl frantically
wrapped her arms around her chest, but her arms couldn't cover her exposed, snow-white, tender skin. Her trembling voice pleaded,
"...No...no...no...waaaah..."

The leader, eyes wide and drooling, said, "Wow! So exciting! So white and tender, tsk! tsk! tsk!"
The leader climbed onto the bed: "Come, let me pamper you!"

The girl shrank back to the corner of the bed. The leader, his anger rising, raised his hand, intending to knock her unconscious with a single blow. Suddenly
, a silvery voice came from behind: "Oh! Your Majesty, don't frighten the girl!"

The leader quickly turned around and saw a graceful, shapely young woman standing five steps away. The leader
wondered how she had gotten in. How had he not noticed her? The young woman continued, "Your Majesty, do you want to play around
? Let me keep you company, and then you can let her go!"

The leader was stunned. He sensed something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his
finger on it. The young woman gave the girl a wink, and the girl immediately darted out of the house like a wisp of smoke. The leader tried to stop her, but the young woman immediately leaned into
his arms, saying in a coquettish voice, "Let her go. Does being intimate need to be witnessed?... Hmm!"

The young woman stroked the leader's chest with one hand, and her buttocks, straddling his legs, began to rub.
The leader felt, even through the fabric, the softness of the young woman's vulva; her labia, cleavage
, pubic hair, and even the warmth and moisture. *Whoosh!* The leader's penis instantly swelled, pressing against the young
woman's thigh.

The young woman playfully tapped the leader's crotch, saying, "Oh! You're angry so quickly... Ouch!"

Unable to resist the woman's teasing, the leader ripped open her blouse, revealing two plump breasts that bounced
out. He unceremoniously sucked on one, his hands not idle, pinching the other.

The young woman trembled and moaned, "...Ah... It tickles... Hmm... Hmm... Gently... Ah... Don't bite... Ah hmm..."

While licking her breasts, the leader removed the woman's clothes, and she twisted her body, letting her clothes
slip off piece by piece. Looking at the naked woman, the leader roughly threw her onto the bed, hurriedly
stripped off his own clothes, and then pressed himself against her, foregoing all caresses and foreplay, thrusting his hard, engorged penis
into her vagina.

The leader fondled the young woman's firm, bouncy breasts, his hips rising and falling rapidly. He felt that while the woman's vaginal fluids
seemed plentiful, his thrusts were smooth. The warm walls of her vagina tightly gripped his penis,
as if drawn by an irresistible force, sucking at the glans. After only a few thrusts, the leader felt a tingling sensation, his penis trembled
, and a chill ran through his body before a thick stream of semen gushed out.

At this moment, the woman's vagina not only gripped his penis tightly but also writhed intensely,
drawing out his semen continuously without any sign of stopping. The leader's heart skipped a beat; realizing something was amiss
, he tried to pull away, but the woman wrapped her legs tightly around his waist; her hands gripped the back of his head, and
she began to suckle fiercely.

"Ah..." The leader's cry was barely halfway out when his mouth was sealed by the young woman's lips. He felt
the suction from her mouth was incredibly strong, as if his insides were about to burst out. The leader was too weak to struggle now, feeling
his semen gushing from his penis, his internal organs churning. He thought to himself, "My life is over!" and then
everything went black; he fainted.

The two accomplices watching from the window, who had been excitedly thinking, "The leader's done, it's our turn!"
were instead met with a strange and terrifying sight. The leader's body, which had been like a full, deflated
sac, slowly shrank until only a human-shaped leather suit remained, clinging to the young woman's body.

The two accomplices felt their scalps tingle, shiver, and their legs go weak. They wanted to escape, but couldn't move an inch;
they wanted to scream, but their mouths were open, unable to utter a sound. Suddenly, the two felt a chill on their necks. Looking down, they saw only
their own tall bodies, headless, with crimson blood gushing from their necks, and two women bending down to suck
the blood from their necks. They seemed to hear their own piercing screams... Meanwhile

,

another group of four, sent away by their leader, crept through several corridors and arrived at another room in the east wing.
Peering through the window, they saw the room filled with various large and small chests and cabinets, all seemingly securely locked
. Seeing no one inside, they boldly drew their knives, cleaved open the window, and leaped inside.

They picked up the chests and smashed the locks, but the chests and cabinets were empty. They searched the entire room, but found nothing.
Other valuables. Realizing something was wrong, the group hurriedly retreated from the house, preparing to leave the village the same way they came.

However, as they jumped onto the roof and rounded the corner, the person in front
suddenly fell to the ground for some unknown reason, dying instantly. The two following behind also
fell to their deaths without warning.

Seeing a flash of light at the corner, the others quickly turned and fled north. Seeing a small
vegetable garden below the north-facing house, they prepared to jump down and escape. But before they could move, a woman rushed out from behind the house—
the young woman who had been looking in the mirror. With a sharp cry, she swiftly slashed down with her knife, killing four people in quick succession. They didn't even see how she struck
before they were dead.

Only four people remained. They dared not flee further, unsure of what to do. Shouting
, they jumped into the courtyard, only to be met by the older woman who had already swung her knife from behind them. With a swift
, sweeping motion, like chopping vegetables, she decapitated all four heads. They
didn't even have time to utter a sound before their heads were severed, suffering the same fate of having their life essence drained. Meanwhile

,

the young women, following everyone's instructions, waited patiently outside the door. But as dawn broke,
no one came out, and they heard no sound. They thought, "They've probably robbed enough of their loot and are now
fast asleep with some beautiful women! And I've been foolishly waiting outside." The girls, filled
with jealousy, climbed a tall tree outside the village to spy inside. Seeing only darkness, they hid
in the grass, waiting for their chance.

After a short while, the sun rose. At this moment, the girl came out to open the door, and two women also came out
to look around, laughing and saying, "These wicked thieves have come to their deaths for no reason, and now I have
to bury them myself. They've gotten off too easily."

The two women then carried out one by one the shriveled, decapitated corpses, their blood staining the ditches red
. The girls, seeing this, were both frightened and heartbroken for their companions.

After the two women had carried the corpses away, Zhu Meizi hatched a plan. He thought, "The women have all
gone to the countryside, leaving only a little boy at home. Why not take this opportunity to go in and kill him, thus
avenging my accomplices?" Having made up his mind, he leaped onto the wall, jumped into the courtyard, picked up a large knife from the ground, and headed straight for the embroidery
room.

Zhu Meizi entered the room and indeed saw a child lying face up on the bed, breathing evenly, his nose
flaring. He immediately swung his knife with all his might, thinking it would surely cut him in two. But when the knife struck
, there was a "thud," clearly like the echo of striking bamboo or wood. Upon closer inspection, there was no child at all; it was clearly a wooden
child. He was greatly startled and was about to turn and flee

when suddenly, an old woman with a full head of white hair came out. She was an old woman, leaning on a cane to prop herself up in the doorway,
and asked, "Where did you come from? How dare you break into someone's boudoir and even try to murder their child?"

Seeing the old woman's advanced age, Zhu Meizi didn't take her seriously and swung her knife at her. The old
woman smiled slightly, neither dodging nor blocking, but instead closing in. With lightning speed, she said, "Are you
taking advantage of my old age and frailty? If I were to hit you with a cane, I wouldn't be considered skilled..." Before she finished speaking, her outstretched
fingers struck Zhu Meizi's shoulders. Instantly, Zhu Meizi felt excruciating pain in her shoulders, as if being stabbed or cleaved by a knife or axe,
and collapsed to the ground screaming in agony.

At that moment, a maid entered the room carrying a child; it was the same child she had seen the previous night . A little while later, two women and a young woman returned from outside, and the old woman and the maid eagerly told them
what had happened .
The two women glanced at the girls wailing on the ground and said with utter contempt, "Ah! This little thing
has also become a thief, utterly shameless. You were hiding in the haystack, your thieving eyes darting around, thinking
I didn't see you? Considering you were avenging your accomplice, and have some sense of loyalty, I'll spare your life for now."

"However..." the woman continued, "You shouldn't have tried to cut off someone's lineage; that's not what a real man
should do. Besides, my friend secretly had sex with his neighbor's wife in the open; what business is it of yours?
You took the opportunity to threaten and rape that woman, and even tried to extort money from her. A despicable and shameless person like you...
should not be allowed to cause trouble!"

As she spoke, the young woman swiftly... He took out a long knife, its blade as thin as paper. A flash of cold light appeared
, and the girl felt a chill in her groin, followed by a burning pain. Looking down, she saw blood everywhere and
could feel her genitals were no longer in place. The girl immediately fainted from the pain. When she awoke, she saw
two strong men laughing as they applied medicine to her wound. In no time, the pain subsided.

The girl laughed and said, "Now you truly deserve the title of 'sister.'"

The two strong men took the girl out of the village and abandoned her. The girl was exhausted and walked slowly
, stopping frequently. It took her two days to return to the fields near the temple.

There, she saw the couple she had caught that day, laughing at her. Enraged
, the girl picked up a stone and threw it at them. The two men immediately transformed into two foxes and fled.

More than a year later, a wealthy family in the village was robbed clean by bandits. The family reported the robbers to the authorities,
requesting their capture. The sisters secretly told the constables about the family in the isolated village, hoping to use the government
's power to wipe out the entire village.

However, when they arrived at the old place, there was no trace of the village. The surrounding area was deserted, with only withered grass
trembling in the cold wind. Later, the group found a wooden child carved from the weeds. The sisters noticed
the knife marks they had left on the wood from that day!

(From the *Zi Bu Yu* series – The Sculptor: Ovid – Pimaris and Gracia

. On the island of Cyprus, there lived a genius sculptor named Pimaris.

Pimaris deeply abhorred women, believing they possessed flaws unbearable to men, more than...)
For example: jealousy, stinginess, fickleness, unreasonableness, etc. Especially the more beautiful a woman, the more unapproachable she becomes.

Pimaris's final conclusion about women was: "Nature has given women too many flaws." Therefore, he decided to
never marry, devoting himself entirely to art—sculpture.

However, the artwork Pimaris painstakingly strived to complete was a statue of a woman. Perhaps
it was because, although he despised women in life, he couldn't completely forget them psychologically; or perhaps he
wanted to sculpt a perfect woman to demonstrate to men and women what kind of woman men should
desire.

In any case, whatever Pimaris's purpose, he worked tirelessly and created an exceptionally exquisite,
life-size statue. Although the statue was already quite lovely, Pimaris was never
satisfied; he continued to modify it, his exquisite craftsmanship making the statue more beautiful each day. The statue was only completed when
Pimaris himself, and his friends, unanimously agreed that no woman or statue since ancient times could compare. When the statue reached its perfect state, its beauty beyond compare, Pimaris suffered a strange fate : he fell deeply and passionately in love with his creation. For the statue didn't look like a statue at all ; no one thought it was made of ivory or stone; it was real flesh and blood, only temporarily still ! Pimaris had never experienced heartbreak because of a living maiden, but he tasted the pain of heartbreak because of a statue. Pimaris kissed her (the statue's) alluring lips, but her lips could not return his kiss ; he caressed her cheeks, her breasts, her legs… but she remained unresponsive; even when he held her in his arms, she remained a cold, stiff shell. Pimarian was utterly obsessed with her, bordering on madness. He would try on beautiful clothes for her, constantly changing her into outfits of various colors, imagining she would like them; he would give her small birds, flowers, and other things that young girls liked, then fantasize about how passionately and grateful she would be to him. At night, Pimarian would even place her on his warm bed, treating her as his wife, daughter, or lover, entwined with her in his embrace. Pimarian would tease her using the foreplay techniques he knew. He would begin by kissing and caressing her lips, then her breasts, nipples… kissing her entire body. Then Pimarian would place his erect penis in her hands, between her breasts, on her lips , even pressing it against her genitals. Only after pleasurably ejaculating on her hands, cheeks , breasts, or genitals would he embrace her contentedly and fall asleep. Pimalion's unrequited love finally couldn't escape the notice of Venus, the goddess of love. Intrigued by this new and unusual romance, Venus resolved to help this extraordinary young man fulfill his wish. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Venus's festival is an important one in Cyprus. Because Cyprus was the first island to accept Venus after her birth from the sea bubble, she especially favors Cyprus. Countless heifers with gilded horns are offered to her, and the wafting incense smoke from many of Venus's altars permeates the entire island. All those heartbroken in love bring offerings to Venus and pray, hoping to win back their beloved's heart. Pimaris went too, of course, daring only to pray to Venus to help him find a maiden like the statue . But Venus knew Pimaris's true desire, and to show acceptance of his prayer, the fire pit on the altar leaped three times before him, emitting a brilliant light in the air. Seeing this auspicious sign, Pimaris knew Venus had accepted his request and returned home joyfully. As soon as Pimaris entered his house, the beautiful, lifelike statue greeted him , as if it were his wife, daughter, or lover, joyfully welcoming him home. As usual, Pimaris went forward to embrace it, kissing it passionately. "Ah!" Pimaris cried out in surprise as he embraced the statue, taking several steps back. Because, Pimarian felt that what he had just embraced was not a cold, stiff statue; but a warm, soft body, and he could even faintly feel her breath on his lips. Pimarian reached out with trembling hands to caress her arms, cheeks, and shoulders, finding that she no longer had that stiffness of before, but rather was like hard wax melting in the sun. Pimarian grasped her wrists and felt her blood pulsating; and she was smiling shyly at him. Pimarian hugged her tightly again, giving her a long, passionate kiss. He felt her lips gradually soften, and she responded fervently. "…Venus! It's Venus…" Pimarian cried out inwardly with joy, "It's the goddess's masterpiece!" Overwhelmed with gratitude and happiness, he held his lover even tighter. Pimarian laid her on the bed—in the same position as before, and kissed and caressed her entire body as always. Pimarian knew these actions and methods intimately; but this time , she began to respond with excitement. Under Pimarian's caresses, her breathing became more rapid; under his kisses and licks, her moans grew louder. As Pimarian kneaded her soft, elastic breasts and licked her firm nipples, her hands naturally grasped his hard, swollen penis and began to stroke it. "Ah...uh..." As Pimarian caressed her wet, soft vulva, she began to sway her lower body, emitting wanton moans, and rapidly stroking his penis up and down, rubbing the glans with her fingertips, until Pimarian ejaculated his thick semen all over her body. She dipped her hand in Pimarian's semen and smeared it all over her breasts and lower abdomen... then turned over and took his penis in her mouth, carefully licking the semen off it and teasing it until it became erect again.

She knelt with her legs apart at Pimarian's lower body, letting his erect penis enter her; letting Pimarian
's penis feel the warmth, wetness, and tightness of her vagina...

Her trembling body rose and fell, sometimes tilting her head back, letting out hoarse moans from her throat; sometimes
lowering her head, her hands pressing against Pimarian's chest or lower abdomen, letting beads of sweat drip from the tip of her nose. Regardless, her
full breasts bounced with her movements, displaying an intoxicating undulation.

Pimarian embraced her passionately, rolling around, and releasing his long-suppressed desire. Again
and again, Pimarian ejaculated inside her until he was exhausted, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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At Pimaris's wedding, Venus also graced the occasion, adding much splendor to the ceremony.

Venus named her "Gradia." Then, with her ever-charming smile, Venus
said to Pimaris: "Gradia is my other incarnation... especially during intimate moments..."

(The End)

Appendix: About Venus

In Greek mythology, she is called—Acroti; while in Roman mythology, she is called—Venus.

She is the goddess of love and beauty, seducing all gods and mortals. This laughing goddess, with her sweet or
mocking voice, captivates the men she conquers; she is an irresistible goddess, even
stealing the wisdom of the clever.

In the epic poem *The Iliad*, she is the daughter of Zeus and Dionysus. However, in later poems, she
is described as emerging from sea foam, so her name is interpreted as "rising foam." Aphros
is the Greek word for "foam."

Her birth story takes place near the island of Cehira, from which she was drifted to Cyprus.
Both islands later venerate her.

Homer's hymn reads: "Born of her by the breath of the west wind,
rising from beautiful foam on the roaring sea, she came to her island—Cyprus, surrounded by waves. The goddesses of the seasons
, adorned with golden wreaths, excitedly greeted her, dressing her in divine garments and bringing her to the gods, who were astonished by the radiant Cecilia
."

The Romans described her in the same way. Beauty was born with her; the wind vanished before her; storms ceased
; fragrant flowers adorned the earth; the waves smiled as she moved in the joyous light. Without her,
joy and beauty would be lost everywhere.

In most stories, she is
the wife of the lame and ugly god of metalworking, Hephaestus (Belken). *The Unspoken Words

of the Master* series—The Evil Nine-Rank Official (Adapted from *Night Rain and Autumn Lamp Records*—*The False Five-Tongued God*

(Part 1))

There was a merchant named Wan, whose childhood name was Jia'er, hence the given name Jia, and
courtesy name Kezhu. Wan Jia traveled between Qi and Chu for a long time, making a lot of money. He then donated money to buy a ninth-rank official position, registered, and awaited appointment.

Although Wan Jia wore official robes, a jade belt, and dark glasses, he
still refused to give up his business and wandering the world, thus becoming wealthy and noble, a true gentry.

Wan Jia lost both his parents at a young age and lived alone, but he was intelligent and handsome, especially skilled in
small regular script. He originally held a minor official position as a pen-handler in the government office. During Wan Jia's tenure, he married a woman surnamed Yong
, who was quite charming and particularly fond of heavy makeup and dressing up.

Later, Wan Jia left his minor official post to go into business. Due to business engagements, he often stayed out drunk
, leaving his wife, Yong, frequently alone in their house.

One night, as Yong was gazing at her reflection in the mirror, applying makeup,
she suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a man's figure. She initially thought it was her husband returning home, intending to hide and tease her. However, when she turned around excitedly,
she saw a handsome young man, strikingly beautiful—the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

Yong was initially shocked and wanted to question him, but she seemed stunned by his appearance
, becoming dazed and speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time. When the young man
sat down close to her, Lady Yong seemed to awaken from a dream, her senses returning only to be overwhelmed with shame at her loss of composure
.

The young man, disregarding the impropriety of their relationship, boldly and frivolously placed his hand on Lady Yong's shoulder,
whispering in her ear, "...I am Silang of the Five Gods...I pitied your loneliness and desolation
, and came to keep you company...I wonder if you...are as infatuated as I am...?" As he spoke, his hand
also gently caressed her fragrant shoulder.

'...You audacious scoundrel...This is too much...I am a married woman...a respectable woman...' Lady Yong felt Silang's
breath on her ear; a warm, electric tingling sensation spread through the contact on her shoulder, causing
the words of rebuke she uttered to linger on her tongue and lips, transforming into increasingly rapid breathing and a pounding heart.

Si Lang's lips left her ear, lightly touching Yong Shi's rosy cheeks, gradually moving closer to her cherry lips
. "No...no...you can't..." Yong Shi cried out inwardly, her hands reaching out to push Si Lang away, but
a delicate fragrance wafted from his skin, filling her nostrils and making her feel as if she were bound and unable to move;
as if all her strength had vanished, leaving her weak and powerless. She wanted to dodge, to escape, but she couldn't even move a finger
.

When Si Lang pressed his face against Yong Shi's, and inserted his tongue into her mouth, swirling and sucking, he immediately aroused
her desire, igniting her lust. Not only did she allow him to play with her as he pleased, but she also involuntarily wrapped her arms around him
, caressing his back.

Once their long-dormant desire was aroused, Yong Shi acted like a wanton woman, not only actively intertwining
her tongue with his, but also hurriedly twisting her upper body, letting her full breasts rub against his chest. "...
Mmm...sizzle...mmm..." What was meant to be a reprimand turned into intermittent moans and gasps.

Lost in the gentle passion, Yong Shi suddenly felt a chill, and when she came to her senses, she realized that both of them
were completely naked, without even knowing when or how their clothes had been removed.
Before Yongshi could think of anything else, Silang had already buried his face between her breasts, greedily inhaling
the sweet scent of her milk, occasionally rubbing his cheeks against her nipples.

"...Ah...no...don't...it's so itchy...um...ah...so good...um..." Yongshi murmured
incoherently, as if in a dream, clinging to the back of Silang's head, pressing him tightly against her chest, letting
the short stubble on his face brush against her delicate skin. An unprecedented comfort
washed over her, making her feel as if she were floating on soft, misty clouds.

All of Silang's caresses were gentle and almost imperceptible, yet they effectively tickled the itchy spots;
his nimble fingers moved slowly and deliberately, rapidly arousing Yongshi's deepest desires. Yong felt as if
she were being embraced tenderly; as if her whole body was being lifted up lightly. Lost in the tenderness, she
had no time to think clearly about what was happening, only to fully enjoy the pleasure.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yong saw a strange sight: a long, living thing
slithering around them, as agile as a scaleless snake, its exposed veins revealing its hardness and
size. Upon closer inspection, Yong realized it was Si Lang's penis, a long, fleshy rod, with a scarlet,
menacing glans, writhing like a dragon around their tightly embracing bodies.

"Ah... Si Lang... you... you... I... I..." Yong was dumbfounded, unable to utter a complete
sentence for a long time. Her burning desire seemed to have been largely extinguished by the sight before her.

"Have you forgotten? I am the Five Gods!" As Si Lang spoke, his glans
gently rubbed against Yong Shi's buttocks. Si Lang continued, "My divine member is incomparable to that of mortals. After you've tasted it, you
'll know its deliciousness, and you'll even love it..."

"Then...you must...be...gentle..." Yong Shi seemed unsure how to respond, so
she could only speak haphazardly, because the rubbing of the glans was almost unbearably itchy. She both longed for it to quickly penetrate
her thirsty, moist vagina, yet worried that this strange penis would hurt her.

*Sizzle!* When Si Lang's hard, swollen glans squeezed into her overflowing, wet vagina, Yong Shi was overwhelmed by
the pleasure that filled her entire body, and wept with joy. "...Ah...Si Lang...Ah...Mmm...So comfortable...Mmm...So good...
Mmm..." Si Lang's penis seemed not only inserted into her vagina, but also filled her entire body, piercing
into her very marrow.

"...Mmm...I never...Ah...Know...Mmm...It...Would...Be like this...Ah...Beautiful...Beautiful..." Yong
Shi couldn't help but express her inner feelings: "...Mmm...So comfortable...So good...Ah...Ah...Faster...Faster...I'm going to...Die
...Ah ah...Ah ah...Oh..." Yong Shi's body twisted as if being thrown, her moans turning into
desperate cries.

Si Lang didn't need to press down on Yong Shi, nor did he need to thrust his hips; his penis moved in and out of her vagina on its own.
Si Lang was busy licking and kissing Yong Shi's entire body with his lips and tongue, even gently biting her clitoris, while his penis continued
to thrust inside her vagina. This teasing from both inside and outside made Yong Shi writhe and
moan all she could do.

A series of rapid, lingering climaxes left Yong Shi, half-asleep, still enduring the
deep, heavy, and rhythmic thrusts of the hard, engorged penis, slowly building up energy for the next climax…

After intercourse, Yong Shi felt instantly refreshed. Glancing sideways at her pillow, she saw Si Lang still
sharing the bed with her, filling her with both shyness and intense pleasure. She felt that no man in the world could compare
to Si Lang's gentleness, handsomeness, and his magical penis. As for her infidelity
, she felt only a little guilt, but no remorse for the consequences.

From then on, whenever Wan Jia didn't return home at night, Si Lang would appear. He would always drink, get drunk
, and then go to sleep. Once drunk, he would have sex with Yong Shi until they were completely satisfied. Yong Shi was happy to indulge in
the pleasures of sex with Si Lang, even praying every day that her husband wouldn't come home.

One day, Wan Jia returned home unexpectedly. Upon entering the room, he saw Yong Shi sitting at her dressing table,
with a man standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder in a seemingly intimate manner. Wan Jia flew into a rage
, turned around, grabbed a knife from the wall, and without a word, swung it at Si Lang. Si Lang instantly transformed into a streak of white light
, flashing out through a crack in the window.

Wan Jia was furious, shocked, and confused. He asked his wife what had happened, but Yong Shi lied, saying she hadn't seen anything.
From that moment on, the couple slept in different beds, their intimacy extinguished.

The next day, Si Lang came again. Yong Shi, with tears in her eyes, said, "I had hoped we could reconcile forever,
but now it's all over!"

Si Lang blushed and asked why. Yong Shi said, "Since you are a god, why are you afraid
of mortals?"

Si Lang replied, "I am not afraid of mortals. What distinguishes humans from beasts is our conscience and reason
. Even mortals cannot commit adultery with another's wife and then humiliate her husband, let alone a god..."

Before Si Lang could finish speaking, Wan Jia, wielding a sharp knife, suddenly rushed in from outside, shouting angrily, "
What kind of sorcerer dares to seduce a respectable woman... Take this!"

Si Lang was about to slip away when he turned around and saw a group of strong men surrounding the door, each holding a bow and arrow
, waiting patiently. It was probably an ambush arranged by Wan Jia.

Left with no other choice, Silang said, "You people can't do anything to me. If I force my way in
, I'm afraid it will only increase casualties. Let me go, and I promise you I'll never come back again..."

Silang's words seemed to have no effect. Wanjia suddenly flew into a rage, raising his sword to slash at Silang's face
. The sound of the blade striking was like hitting leather, but Silang was unharmed, smiling, while
the blade in Wanjia's hand was already bent. Wanjia didn't believe it and swung his sword again, aiming to
decapitate Silang. "Clang!" It was like hitting a piece of hard wood; Silang remained unmoved,
but the long sword broke in two.

At this moment, the people outside shouted loudly, preparing to rush in. With a wild laugh, Si Lang
flung out a shower of silver light from his sleeve. As the light fell, it shimmered like rain, dazzling the crowd. Upon closer inspection, they realized that Si
Lang had scattered fragments of silver and copper coins. Taking advantage of this momentary daze, Si Lang vanished again.

Wan Jia threw down the broken knife, picked up the money from the ground, and counted it; he had over five hundred taels of silver. He took
a small portion as a reward for the young men who had helped him, and put the rest into his pocket.

That day, Yong Shi suddenly fell seriously ill, bedridden, and in a constant state of delirium. A month later, one night,
Yong Shi suddenly and quietly got up, dressed herself up, and said to herself, "Si Lang has come to marry me!"
Wan Jia angrily said, "Since he is a Taoist priest, why would he force a married woman to marry you?"

Yong Shi actually laughed and said, "Heh! You're mistaken!
What do you think all that silver you picked up from the ground that day was for? It was the price for selling my wife and daughters!" Having said that, she lay down on the bed and died with a smile.

At this time, the surrounding neighbors all heard the sounds of a wedding procession—the drums, trumpets, and the clamor of people and horses—filling the air
with a great commotion. After a long while, it gradually quieted down.

Wan Jia's friends came to mourn Yong Shi, but he was indifferent, clapping his hands and saying, "I have lofty
ambitions. This clumsy wife was just a burden to me... As long as I have money, why shouldn't I have three wives and four concubines
?"

Wan Jia hastily buried his wife, sent all the maids home, and then took his funds and traveled around
, looking for low-investment, high-profit businesses, which indeed made him several times his initial investment.

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One day, Wan Jia arrived in Hanzhong and learned that the governor of Hanzhong was surnamed Shi, and was extremely greedy. To facilitate his business dealings, Wan Jia went to
great lengths to cultivate a relationship with Prefect Shi. Besides diligently giving gifts and flattering him, if anyone
dared to offend the prefect, he would find a pretext to make things difficult for that person, subjecting them to all sorts of insults, all to curry favor with the prefect. If anyone
fawned over the prefect, he would cultivate close ties with that person, doing his utmost to mediate and smooth things over. Sometimes, when the prefect made a mistake
, Wan Jia would disregard everything and take the blame himself.

Because of Wan Jia's behavior, Prefect Shi regarded him as a confidant and close friend, even frequently
boasting in public, "I have truly wasted my youth, regretting that I met Wan Jia too late!"

Because Prefect Shi trusted Wan Jia so much, he once gave him a thousand taels of silver, instructing
him to help buy a young and beautiful girl to be his concubine. Wan Jia replied eagerly, "As soon as I
find a pretty girl in Suzhou, I'll buy her and offer her to you."

Soon, Wan Jia found his target. He took a liking to a girl from a poor family. She was only seventeen or
eighteen years old. Although she appeared thin, her almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks revealed a delicate beauty. Wan Jia only
spent five hundred taels of silver to buy the girl, intending to secretly pocket the rest. Wan Jia
took her home, planning to dress her up the next day to present her to Prefect Shi.

Unexpectedly, after three cups of wine, Wan Jia, in his drunken stupor, looked at the girl and groped her
. The girl only knew she was being sold as a concubine, but not to whom. Now, with Wan Jia taking advantage
of her drunkenness to grope her, she thought Wan Jia must be her rightful owner. So, although she was shy and embarrassed
, she resigned herself to Wan Jia's advances.

Wan Jia, having gained an inch, pressed his advantage, kissing her lips, pinching her breasts
, caressing her buttocks, and rubbing her thighs, making the naive girl shyly hide and dart about, then
giggle and cry from the unbearable tickling.

Wan Jia's lust intensified with this lingering, and he no longer cared that the girl was meant for Prefect Shi
; even if she were to be given to the Emperor Emeritus, he couldn't resist having a taste of her first. Impatiently, Wan Jia slipped his hand
inside the girl's clothes and grasped her small, firm breast.

"Ah... Master... Shame... No... Master... So embarrassing..." The girl felt Wan Jia's rough
hand covering her breast, and her face turned as red as if she had just been flushed, but she couldn't dodge or escape
, flustered and ashamed, completely at a loss.

Overcome with lust, Wan Jia's hands rubbed the breast milk, his breath reeking of alcohol as he exclaimed, "Wow! What adorable
little breasts! Warm, soft, and delicate—truly a treasure! ...Come on...don't dodge...let me rub them,
you'll feel so good...Look, aren't your nipples hard?! ...Come on, take off your clothes
, let me see...Come on!"

Wan Jia roughly tried to tear off the girl's clothes. The girl, ashamed, clutched her collar, crying out, "Ah...no...so
embarrassing...let someone see...so embarrassing..."

"It's alright, I'm the only one here, no one else. Come on! Let me pamper you properly..." Wan
Jia coaxed, tricked, and half-forced, and with a 'whoosh!', he ripped off the girl's clothes. A patch of dazzlingly white
skin made Wan Jia almost drool, his blood boiling, and his manhood suddenly swelled considerably.

The girl, blushing with embarrassment, lowered her head, tried to hide herself, and curled up in a ball. But Wan Jia, not yet satisfied,
reached out and tugged at her belt. This time, the girl panicked, unable to cover herself properly, only pleading, "No
... Master... No... Master..."

As she struggled to resist, her clothes fell off until she was completely naked.
Only then did she cover her chest and genitals with her hands, shrinking into a corner. At this moment, Wan Jia's eyes were bloodshot, his
breathing heavy and labored, as he continued to remove his cumbersome clothes.

The girl looked at the naked Wan Jia, and what shocked and shamed her most was his erect penis,
so different from the ones she had inadvertently seen on children playing in the stream before. Lost in thought, she
stared curiously at Wan Jia's penis, forgetting her perilous situation.

While stroking his own penis, Wan Jia approached the girl and said, "This is a man's treasure. Just
put it inside your little hole, and you'll be very happy... Come on... don't hide... let me let you taste...
the feeling of intercourse..."

The girl, seemingly understanding but not quite, thought, "How could this thing suddenly become so big... If it's meant
to be inserted into my little hole, how can it fit..." While she was pondering this, Wan Jia had already squatted down in front of her
, prying her bent knees apart with his hands, using his legs to brace them, and then reaching out to push away her hands covering her genitals.

"Wow, what a cute vulva!" Wan Jia's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the girl's sparse...
The pubic hair framed the vulva, revealing two plump labia slightly parted, exposing a pink, slightly moist opening
. Wan Jia took a deep breath, as if he could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from the virgin's vagina: "Mmm, so fragrant!"

Wan Jia then brought his lips to the girl's nipple and took them into his mouth, his hands sliding along her thighs, moving towards
the base of her thighs. The girl seemed to have her last stronghold breached; the approaching enemy had made her give up any futile struggles
, and the teasing of Wan Jia's tongue on her nipples seemed to bring an unprecedented, indescribable
pleasure.

"Ah... um..." As Wan Jia's fingertips slid along the cleft between her labia, a tingling
, electric-like sensation sent shivers through the girl's body. A feeling of relief after urination made her lower abdomen itch as if worms were crawling inside
; it was like when she had straddled a cow's back, feeling so comfortable that her groin was soaked with sweat, only now the feeling was stronger
and more unbearable, causing her to involuntarily let out a soft moan.

"How is it! Comfortable, isn't it!" Wan Jia gently probed the entrance with his fingertips while guiding the girl's hand to
grasp his penis, saying, "You've never touched a man's treasure before! Come on, touch it!"

The girl was both shy and curious, half-heartedly and gently grasping Wan Jia's penis, feeling a surge
of heat in her palm. The hard cylinder seemed to tremble restlessly, and seemed to contract and expand as if breathing.

"Ah... gently... a little... sir..." Wan Jia suddenly slipped his fingertips into the girl's vagina, causing her to
cry out in surprise. Her small hand reflexively tightened, squeezing Wan Jia with immense pleasure, almost causing him to give up on the spot
.

"Ah... it hurts... sir... don't... go in... ah... it's so itchy... um... don't go in... ah..."
Wan Jia gently withdrew his fingers, teasingly scratching and probing the girl's vaginal walls. The intense
stimulation made the girl feel a slight stinging pain and an unbearable itching all over her body. Unconsciously, the hand squeezing his penis tightened and
loosened, making his penis seem to swell even more and become even harder.

Wan Jia could no longer contain his burning desire. He let out a low growl and roughly pushed the girl to the ground, using his knee
to spread her legs, wildly swaying his hips, letting his penis rub and rub against her genitals. Overwhelmed with excitement,
Wan Jia was so impatient he couldn't find the right spot, only causing the girl a strange sense of anxiety and disappointment.

Seeing Wan Jia pacing around like a headless fly, a natural maternal tenderness welled up within her. She
reached out and guided his penis towards her wet opening, saying shyly, "Master... be gentle...
ah..." The moment Wan Jia's glans touched the tender flesh of her labia, he jerked awake, thrusting his hips forcefully
into her, eliciting cries of pain from the girl: "Ah... it hurts... it hurts... be gentle... ah... no more...
ah..."

The girl's resistance and attempts to shrink back couldn't stop Wan Jia's almost frenzied, uncontrollable lust! Wan Jia felt
the girl's vagina tightly gripping his ever-growing glans, the constricting pleasure seemingly encouraging and
urging him to penetrate even deeper. While holding the girl tightly, Wan Jia tried his best to arch his back and hips to prevent his penis
from slipping out of her vagina, constantly soothing her: "Don't dodge, don't dodge, it'll be over soon, relax,
it'll be over soon..."

The girl, unable to bear the pain and struggling unsuccessfully, could only shed tears, softly and weakly moaning: "Master
...it hurts...no...it hurts so much..."

The girl's soft moans and weakening struggles aroused Wan Jia's tender feelings. He
gently withdrew his penis a little, leaving only the glans inside, then bent down and kissed her shoulder and neck, his breath mixed
with a muffled but gentle voice saying: "Don't be afraid...a girl's first time...it's always bitter at first, but sweet later...I
'll take it slowly...don't be so tense...take it slow...you'll feel very comfortable..."

Perhaps it was Wan Jia's gentle comfort, perhaps it was the cessation of his penis's forceful entry, or perhaps it was
the kiss The kiss soothed the girl, and her tension gradually eased, along with the tearing
pain at her vaginal opening. Her attention then slowly returned to the opening,
where she felt a strange, almost overwhelming pleasure mixed with the stinging pain, gradually replacing the discomfort
.

Wan Jia's fingers again teased and rubbed the girl's hard, swollen nipples, still producing that intoxicating, tingling, and piercing sensation
, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors surging through her mind, leaving her unable to express her
feelings verbally, only able to moan softly again.

Wan Jia tentatively pushed his penis in gently, and the girl trembled slightly: "Mmm...it hurts...mmm...be gentle
..." Although she still cried out in pain, her voice was much softer than before, and she no longer resisted
, instead gently wrapping her arms around Wan Jia's back.

The girl felt the penis rubbing against a part of her body that had never been touched before. The sensation was
like a tickle on soft, sensitive skin—both pleasurable and unbearable—causing her to involuntarily wiggle slightly
.

Wan Jia didn't wait for his penis to fully enter before withdrawing and re-entering, making shallow thrusting motions, trying to let the girl
adjust and arouse her desire, preparing her for a more intense attack later.

"Ah... um... ah... um..." The withdrawal of the penis left her feeling empty, a sense of loss; the fullness of its insertion brought a joy of regaining what she had lost, and she moaned
in response to Wan Jia's movements . As her vagina became increasingly wet, Wan Jia's thrusting became larger and faster, the glans hitting the vaginal walls with increasing force. The stimulation of the impact on her flower core felt like a powerful knock , making the girl dizzy and disoriented. Her moans of "Mmm! Ah!" turned into dreamlike whispers, into lewd sounds. The girl gripped Wan Jia's arm tightly, supporting her upper body, her hips swaying in rhythm with his thrusts. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, and her moans seemed to escape from her nostrils, a seductive, bone-melting sound: "Mmm...Master...So deep...Mmm...It's so itchy inside...Mmm...Mmm...So good...Ah...Master...Mmm ..." Wan Jia exhaled heavily, saying, "Hoo...Little girl...Hoo...So good...Oh...You're quite... Sexy...Master...Hoo...Baby...Good enough...Oh..." Wan Jia was somewhat smug: "You..."

"...You cunt...huff...only a...treasure...like me...can...cure...huff...today I'm going to...
play you to death...fuck...fuck you until you...die...and come back to life...I won't stop..."

Wan Jia increased the speed of his thrusts, making the girl's body slide upwards, and her slightly heaving breasts even
undulated with it. Suddenly, a tingling numbness shot through her lower back, and Wan Jia knew he was about to climax. Then, greedily and unwillingly
, he thrust heavily a few more times, then deeply inserted his penis into her vagina, his rapid breathing mixed with
low growls of "Hmm! Hmm!"

The girl was just wondering why Wan Jia had suddenly stopped moving when she felt the penis inside her rapidly
contracting and trembling. Suddenly, a strong surge of heat, like a jet of water or a wave, shot into her body. The fullness
made her itch all over; the spreading warmth made her shiver. The feeling of her limbs relaxing and relaxing
made her feel as if she were flying into the clouds and falling into an abyss, and she fainted...

The next day, Wan Jia was still holding the girl in his arms, fast asleep, when a sudden, urgent knocking on the door woke him up. Wan Jia
reluctantly got up and dressed, muttering as he answered the door.

The person who came was a trusted yamen runner of Prefect Shi. Upon seeing Wan Jia, the runner panicked and said, "It's terrible, it's terrible!
Prefect Shi's corruption has been exposed. He has not only been dismissed from his post and his property confiscated, but he has also been imprisoned to await trial.
I can't escape either, I have to escape..." The runner paused, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

The seasoned Wan Jia, upon hearing the question, immediately understood the constable's purpose. He simply said, "Wait a moment!" and turned to go
inside. A moment later, he took out some loose silver and handed it to the constable, saying, "I don't have much spare money on me.
Take this to tide you over. Hide at the 'Mountain God Temple' outside the city for now, and I'll
return the rest of the money as soon as it gets dark."

The constable was so grateful he almost wept, clasping his hands in gratitude, "Thank you so much, sir! I'll repay your kindness later
!" He then turned and vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Seeing the constable leave, Wan Jia couldn't help but burst into wild laughter to express his smugness. Prefect Shi
had been dismissed for corruption, so the girl was now his. And later, he would inform the government office, prompting the soldiers to arrest the constable hiding in
the 'Mountain God Temple,' and he would surely receive a reward. How could Wan Jia not laugh heartily at such a win-win situation
!

"Hahaha..." Wan Jia turned and went inside, thinking, "It's still early, I can have another go with the girl before
heading to the government office...hehe!" As Wan Jia walked towards the bedroom, he couldn't wait to start loosening his belt...

Wan Jia took the girl for himself, making her his first concubine, and even named her "Chunhua" (Spring Flower).

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Wan Jia had a friend from Henan named Wang Qi, who had a strange hobby: he cherished all kinds of antiques, from broken copper and jade to calligraphy and
paintings. Wan Jia diligently searched for them for him, and for rare and valuable items, he would secretly
subsidize them with his own money, only reporting half the price to Wang Qi. Because of this, he gained Wang Qi's great trust
. Wang Qi once said to someone, "Where in the world can you find an honest and trustworthy person like Wan Jia?"

But little did Wang Qi know that Wan Jia was like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had ulterior motives. Wan Jia had his eye on Wang
Qi's daughter, and thus used a pretext to get close to him, waiting for the right opportunity to rape the young lady.

This young lady, just eighteen, was extremely beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, and white teeth,
exuding an alluring charm at all times; her exquisite figure, with its prominent curves, captivated countless bored men
. Moreover, the young lady's reputation for beauty was widespread in the city, and her scandalous affairs were constantly whispered among the people
. Even her father, Wang Qi, couldn't control her and could only hope that she would marry soon to satisfy his desires.

Soon after, Wang Qi had to travel overseas with others, and naturally entrusted his daughter to his most trusted person
—Wan Jia. Wang Qi said to Wan Jia, "...Once I leave today, I don't know when I'll return...You are
the person I trust most, so I entrust my daughter to you with peace of mind. If I don't return within three years, you must find her
a suitable husband and arrange a marriage..."

Wan Jia readily agreed, but secretly he was overjoyed: "Ha! The opportunity has come
, the opportunity has come...It's truly heaven's help..."

Less than three days after Wang Qi left, Wan Jia pretended to tell Miss Wang that he had found her a good
husband. On the wedding day, upon entering the bridal chamber, Miss Wang glanced sideways and realized that the groom was none other than Wan Jia
himself.

Miss Wang smiled charmingly and said, "I suspected the groom was Jia'er all along."

Wan Jia was also delighted and playfully replied, "Since he is Jia'er, he deserves a good wife...Come, a moment of spring night is worth
a thousand pieces of gold, don't just argue and waste it..." With that, he embraced Miss Wang tightly.

In truth, Miss Wang already had a good impression of Wan Jia. She acknowledged that while his looks weren't exceptional, his
mature steadiness was something most young men lacked. Moreover, Wan Jia had long intended
to seduce her, so he treated Miss Wang with gentleness, consideration, and impeccable
manners, showering her with care and attention. This deeply attracted Miss Wang, and if it weren't for the fact that he was her uncle,
she would have already consummated their relationship.

Today, Wan Jia had taken advantage of their proximity, using his position to take Miss Wang as his second
concubine, seemingly saving her much effort in seduction and flirtation. Miss Wang was secretly delighted.
After a few feigned coy responses, she and Wan Jia embraced.

In stark contrast to the spring blossoms in the courtyard, Miss Wang actively
engaged in a passionate tongue-twisting exchange with Wan Jia's, their tongues mingling and absorbing each other's saliva. The two, hands entwined and legs crossed, rolled about passionately on the bed in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion
, causing the curtain hooks to sway wildly and the bed legs to creak as if about to collapse.

Outer garments and undergarments were scattered haphazardly on the floor, leaving only two naked bodies intertwined on the bed
. Wan Jia greedily moved back and forth between Wang's two towering breasts;
her hand, covering her vulva, trembled rapidly, quickly drawing
out a great deal of lustful fluid from Wang's vagina.

"...Ah...um...don't...rub...um...I can't...ah...ah...uh..." Wang quickly...
As she got into the mood, the pleasurable sensation made her utter lewd moans: "...Oh...it's rubbing...my...whole body...
um...bones...all...flew...umm..."

Wan Jia, his middle finger thrusting rapidly inside her, said, "You slut, I know you
used to be with young men, today I'll let you taste the flavor of an 'old gun'..."

"Ugh...ah...Uncle Wan...um...Brother Wan...brother...um...so...comfortable...ah...faster...faster...a little..." Wang
the girl moaned intermittently, her delicate hands busy exploring Wan Jia's crotch: "...Good
brother... "Brother... I can't... take it anymore... Oh... deeper... Yes... Yes... that's it... Ah... It's so itchy there...
Ah..."

Wan Jia seemed to have Wang in his grasp. Although his emotions were running high, he still acted with complete confidence.
He first inserted his fingers deeply, then used his thumb to rub her clitoris, saying with a hint of jealousy, "I
want you to say: From now on, only let me penetrate your cunt, and you won't seduce other men anymore!"

Wang frantically stroked the flesh in his hand, panting and moaning, "...Good brother... brother... I'll
only let... you penetrate me... Mmm... Stop teasing me... Please... you... quickly penetrate... quickly..."

Wan Jia didn't press down on Wang, but instead lay down beside her, holding his erect penis,
while... Shaking defiantly, she said, "Alright! If you want to satisfy your craving, do it yourself."
Miss Wang understood, immediately flipping over and straddling Wan Jia's lower body. As soon as the glans touched the entrance
, she relaxed and lowered herself, and with a "whoosh!" the penis slid in completely.

"Ah...ah...it's...all...all...mmm...ah...good brother...so beautiful...mmm..." The pleasurable
sensation almost made Miss Wang lose her balance. She moaned as she pressed herself against her lower body,
surging with heat like a spring, making the area between them slippery and sticky like mud after rain.

Wan Jia felt his entire penis tightly enveloped in the warm, moist opening, the warmth making him feel
hot from the inside out. His breathing grew increasingly rapid and erratic: "Oh...you...you...this hole...is
really...slutty...oh...it can...suck...suck...oh...it can bite...ah...biting again...ah...biting...it's biting...
"

Wan Jia's hands tightly gripped Miss Wang's full, round breasts, kneading them forcefully, while he thrust
his hips and waist with all his might, making Miss Wang feel as if she were riding a wild horse galloping across an uneven plain.

Miss Wang tossed her head and twisted her body, leaning forward and backward, trying her best not to lose her balance and "fall off the horse." Her disheveled hair
, far from making her look disheveled, added a lot of wild charm; her furrowed brows and panting expression, far from showing
fatigue, added a lot of enchanting allure.

"Ah...ah ah...ah ah ah...no...I can't...oh...no...umm...I'm going to come...ah ah...
" Sweat dripping down her face, Miss Wang trembled and screamed as she reached the peak of pleasure.

"Mmm...so good...umm..." Wan Jia's penis, deep inside her contracting orifice, felt as if
a powerful suction was drawing and massaging it, making him not only reluctant to stop but also thrusting
his hips faster and higher, seemingly unwilling to rest until his penis pierced her body.

Miss Wang lay limp and boneless; if Wan Jia's hands hadn't been supporting her breasts, she would have collapsed
onto him. With Wan Jia's still vigorous movements, she responded with increasingly soft and weak moans,
only glistening beads of sweat still busy dripping from her nose onto Wan Jia's chest.

Finally, amidst his rapid, panting breaths, Wan Jia let out a roar like a trapped beast, a tremor like an avalanche,
and a surge of heat coursing through her body, yet none of it seemed to awaken the entranced Miss Wang.

Then, all fell silent again.

The next morning, Miss Wang was awakened by a ticklish caress. She heard Wan Jia say, "You are my
second concubine. I named her 'Spring Flower' at home, and from now on, I'll call you 'Summer Cloud'!"

Miss Wang retorted angrily, "Spring Flower, Summer... do you want all four seasons?!"

Wan Jia said smugly, "Yes, that's exactly what I meant. You truly understand me, my wife..." As he spoke, he again thrust his hand
towards Xia Yun's lower body: "Last night's pleasure was too short, how about continuing our romance this morning..."

"...You cheeky... ah... slower... ah ah..." Amidst Xia Yun's playful scolding, another exciting scene
began...

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