Meat Bottle

It was
the third watch of the night, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
Mandi, in his early twenties, carrying a rake and an axe, quietly approached a new grave.
The yellow mud on the grave was still wet, and in the moonlight, the words on the tombstone could be seen: "Tomb of my beloved concubine, Yang Ping'er!"
"This is the grave. She was buried this evening!" Mandi picked up the rake and quickly dug open the grave.
The coffin was revealed; the grave was shallow
. Mandi's eyes lit up with excitement: "I bet there's some gold and silver jewelry here!" He swung his axe and began to chop. The coffin lid
loosened, and Mandi threw down the axe, jumped into the pit, and removed the lid.
"Oh!" he exclaimed softly. Inside the coffin lay a young woman of about sixteen or seventeen.
Although her eyes were closed, it was clear she was beautiful, with a pointed nose and thin lips. Although her face
was somewhat pale, a large square jade pendant hung on her chest.
Mandi reached out to touch the jade, but before his hand touched it, it brushed against her breast.
Her two jade-like breasts were prominent, with jade pieces resting between them. Mandi's fingers touched a mass of elastic muscle.
The pleasure of that contact was irresistible, and he trembled as he placed his hand on her breast.
"Whoosh!" he exclaimed softly. Although he was wearing a burial shroud, his hand couldn't fully grasp that breast.
Mandi couldn't help but squeeze that soft flesh tightly, and he felt his lower body harden.
Normally, a dead person's body should be cold and stiff, but Yang Ping'er's flesh was still soft and
warm .
"Alright, I'll try it today!" Mandi reached into the coffin, wanting to pick up Yang Ping'er.
Just then, she suddenly opened her eyes. A "dead person" opening their eyes!
"Oh my!" Mandi was terrified. Although he was a tomb raider, this was the first time he had ever encountered a dead person come back to life!
The girl's eyes were large, as if filled with "tears": "Come... pick me up... take me away..." She gazed into his
eyes.
As if hypnotized, Mandi carried her on his back and climbed up the grave pit towards his dwelling…
The girl clung tightly to his head with both hands and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Walking along the rugged mountain path, she seemed very excited.
A bone on his back protruded at his waist, pressing precisely on her vulva, and her
clitoris was pressed against it. The swaying motion of their walking gave her an indescribable stimulation.
Yang Ping'er's eyes were languid with desire, and she gasped, “Oh… ah…”
Mandi felt her breasts pressed tightly against him, her nipples seemingly hardening and protruding. He had walked half a mile and was already
drenched in sweat. He was, after all, young and vigorous: “This woman… I must give her… a good beating!”
Just beside the mountain path, he saw a smooth rock.
“Damn it! You want to do it… I’ll go with you…” Mandi put her down on the rock.
Under the starlight, Ping'er's eyes were languid, her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving rapidly.
Mandi reached out and ripped off her "clothes"!
The "funeral shroud" on Ping'er's body was thin and flimsy, and it tore into pieces with his force.
Driven by lust, he didn't care whether she had become a "demon" or a "human," and in a few swift movements, Ping'er
was completely naked.
Her white body was indistinguishable from a "living person."
Her breasts were perfectly round, with large nipples, and her vulva was covered in downy hair.
Mandi removed the ancient jade from her neck and stuffed it into his robes, then pressed himself against her.
"Oh...oh..." Ping'er let out sounds of pleasure.
He lowered his head to her chest, opening his mouth to suckle one of her large, red nipples, while his free hand grasped
one of her breasts. He suckled at her breast while vigorously kneading it.
Ping'er arched her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hairy vulva brushing against his stomach.
She pressed his head down with both hands: "Come on...hurry up..."
Mandi, a young man, had been sucking for a while, his lower body already hard and erect: "I...don't care if you're a ghost or a human..." He
released his grip on her breasts and went to unzip his pants.
Her eyes were half-closed, her legs wide open, her vulva glistening with moisture, seemingly welcoming his treasure.
Mandi gripped his penis and thrust it hard into her vulva!
With a "squeak!" his penis pierced all the way in. A look of
satisfaction mixed with a strange expression appeared on Mandi's face.
Her vulva seemed to have a suction force, tightly gripping his glans. Mandi's face showed satisfaction.
He tried to pull his penis out and then insert it back into her vulva, but his penis wouldn't come out.
"Ah...ah..." He hugged the rock with both hands, trying to pull his penis out, but he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried
. "You...you have magic..." Mandi's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
It turned out that Mandi felt his thick penis being tightly gripped after it was inserted into her vagina.
Ping'er, lying on the rock, smiled seductively: "Young man! You saved my life, I should thank you!"
Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust upwards.
"Oh...oh...ah..." Mandi felt as if a tender mouth was tightly "sucking" his glans. He felt a sweet
pleasure, and his body involuntarily shivered a few times. He cried out: "It's coming...it's coming...I can't take it anymore..."
He tried to sit up, but his stomach and penis were pressed tightly against her, their lower bodies were like glue.
“You…you…” Mandi cried out again, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his “dantian” ( lower abdomen)
. The amount of semen he ejaculated was several times more than usual, while Ping’er, with her delicate eyebrows and narrowed eyes, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
Mandi’s face grew paler and paler, and his cries grew weaker and weaker: “No…you…are a demon…”
After uttering the last word, he collapsed onto her.
Mandi was not dead; he was just barely breathing.
The naked Yang Ping’er raised her jade leg and kicked him into the grass.
She stood up: “Zhao Quan, you want me to die? Ha…this servant will not die!”
She looked at the torn burial clothes and frowned: “Young man, I’m sorry, without your tomb raiding, this servant
would not have been saved!” She reached out to unbutton his shirt.
Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared from Mandi’s bosom. “Oh!” Ping’er took a step back: “Damn evil-suppressing jade!”
She untied Mandi’s belt and stripped off his shirt.
The man's shirt was rather loose, and even when she wore it, her calves were still exposed.
Ping'er smiled slyly and disappeared into the night.
Mandi was able to stand up after a moment: "Wow... I encountered a ghost... a female ghost sucked my essence..."
He felt dizzy and lightheaded: "By dawn... someone will definitely discover the tomb raiding... I... I have to leave!"
He was only wearing his undergarments, and the jade was still inside. Mandi stumbled and ran towards the mountain path...
On the morning of June 13th, someone beat a drum in Kaifeng Prefecture.
Bao Gong was in court.
The drummer was the emaciated salt merchant Zhao Quan, who seemed to have no flesh on his body and was barely breathing.
"Lord Bao... the tomb of my concubine... has been robbed..." Zhao Quan seemed very surprised.
Judge Bao slammed his gavel: "Grave robbers are just rats! Why don't you just report them to the local constable?"
Zhao Quan knelt and kowtowed deeply: "Lord Bao... my concubine... isn't human... she's a demon... I... I'm afraid she'll come out and harm...
harm people, because the body is missing!"
Judge Bao was astonished: "What are you saying? Zhao Quan! Tell me in detail!"
Zhao Quan then recounted Yang Ping'er's origins...
Two years ago, Zhao Quan was transporting goods to Shanxi to sell. After finishing his business, he encountered a strange event on the way.
A young girl hung a white cloth by the roadside, with the words "Selling myself to bury my mother" written on it!
The girl was very pretty and called herself Yang Ping'er. She asked for thirty taels of silver!
The moment Zhao Quan saw her, she seemed to have "captured his soul."
Her eyes seemed to flow with tears. Thirty taels of silver was not a large sum for Zhao Quan, a salt merchant.
"Anyway, I'll be lonely on the road. Buying her will give me someone to keep me company!" So Zhao Quan bought Yang Ping'er.
He changed her into clean clothes, intending to possess her that very night!
Zhao Quan was nearly forty, while Ping'er was only eighteen.
He pressed his lips against her flawless skin and smooth, delicate breasts: "Serve me well, and you won't have to worry about the rest of your life
!"
Ping'er smiled seductively, her eyes like water. Ping'er's breasts were large, her nipples large, and her pubic hair was abundant,
but not curly, but straight.
"This is the 'Golden Thread Hanging Hibiscus Pattern'!" Zhao Quan knew a bit about physiognomy: "This woman's inner qualities are quite good!"
Ping'er knelt naked before Zhao Quan, making him itch with desire.
She stood up and slowly removed her clothes.
Zhao Quan's eyes were fixed on her. Her body was perfect, unlike that of a young girl.
Her hand gently touched his crotch.
Zhao Quan's penis was soft! She pressed her face against his penis.
Ping'er's breath sprayed onto Zhao Quan's shaft as she slowly unbuttoned his pants.
His pants fell down, revealing his hairy legs and purplish-red penis.
Her mouth first kissed the head of his penis. "Oh...ah..." Zhao Quan closed his eyes, satisfied with Ping'er's seductive skills.
She then opened her mouth and gently bit his scrotum.
She bit his testicles; Zhao Quan's testicles were quite large, and besides biting, she also licked them with her tongue.
He felt a burning sensation in his scrotum.
After biting his testicles, Ping'er opened her mouth, wanting to take his penis in.
His penis was quite large. It filled her small mouth completely.
Ping'er diligently sucked on the shaft.
The warmth from her mouth, combined with her nimble tongue, constantly teased the head of his penis...
Zhao Quan's penis began to thicken and harden.
"Ugh..." Ping'er let out a soft moan, her eyes bloodshot, her face contorted with unbearable pain. The worst part seemed to be that
Zhao Quan's penis was too large, stretching her small mouth to its limit and even pushing against the back of her throat!
She seemed to be struggling to breathe, yet dared not disobey Zhao Quan.
"Ugh..." Her eyes rolled back slightly, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her expression pitiful.
Zhao Quan, seeing his own penis hard and bulging, didn't seem to care: "Get up!"
He forcefully pulled Ping'er up, lifting her up, about to assume a "standing crossover" position.
Ping'er was quite obedient; she leaped, her vulva diagonally slipping onto Zhao Quan's penis, then clamping her legs around his
waist.
Zhao Quan, holding her buttocks, hadn't even exerted any force when he suddenly felt a thud on his glans! "Oh...ah..." he cried out in pleasure.
It turned out that Ping'er's vulva seemed to have "multiple doors and windows," tightly sucking his penis!
That wasn't the worst part; the most deadly thing was that her clitoris seemed to have a suction force, forcefully sucking at his glans.
Her eyes were languid, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands gripping Zhao Quan's head.
But her lower body was biting Zhao Quan's glans, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing.
Zhao Quan felt incredibly pleasurable, reaching the highest level of enjoyment without needing to exert any effort. "Good...good..." he thought to himself.
Ping'er not only possessed internal energy, but she also pressed her two breasts against Zhao Quan's entire body.
Those two large nipples rubbed against his beard and cheeks, making him unable to resist, biting down on one of her nipples:
"Ugh...I'll bite you to death..." Ping'er couldn't even groan; after unleashing her seductive power, her heart was pounding rapidly, only heavy, labored breathing remained.
Zhao Quan, a salt merchant, was quite adept at matters of pleasure and romance. He thrust his hips forward a few times, trying to force her to "stop"
sucking on his glans.
But unexpectedly, Ping'er gasped, "Ah...ah...Nunnu is coming..." She shivered several times.
Zhao Quan felt as if his penis was being pulled straight into her uterus, and he felt an unprecedented sweetness and pleasure: "Ah...I've ejaculated...I
've ejaculated too..."
He felt his semen gushing out like a spring, seemingly more and thicker than usual.
It took at least "three cups of tea" of time for him to ejaculate completely.
After ejaculating, Zhao Quan felt unsteady on his feet. His face turned pale, and he fell onto the bed.
Ping'er crawled over: "My lord, are you feeling unwell?"
After ejaculating, Zhao Quan felt an urgent need to urinate: "You...you help me get the chamber pot..."
Unexpectedly, Ping'er glanced at him: "Why bother? My lord, just urinate in my mouth!"
She opened her small mouth and took Zhao Quan's penis in, and he couldn't hold back any longer, so he ejaculated.
Without saying a word, Ping'er drank his urine clean.
Afterwards, she helped Zhao Quan put his pants back on, then washed her genitals, and curled up at his feet to sleep.
Zhao Quan was secretly delighted: "This girl is truly gifted. I only spent a few dozen taels of silver to buy such a beauty,
and her skill just now made me ejaculate like a spring... I must have accumulated a lot of
good karma in my past lives!" He couldn't help but stroke Ping'er's back: "Now that we are united, you will be my concubine from now on!"
Only then did Ping'er dare to climb up and hug Zhao Quan: "This servant will belong to my lord for all eternity!"
The two slept together all night.
The next morning, Zhao Quan felt extremely "tired." Normally, a man would have an erection in the morning, but this morning, he
found that his manhood was limp and he had no erection.
But Yang Ping'er, after the night of passion, showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she was radiant and captivating, even whiter and
smoother.
Zhao Quan hired a boat to take her back to Kaifeng.
That night, Yang Ping'er teased Zhao Quan again in the cabin, nestled in his arms like a little bird.
Although Zhao Quan had drunk quite a bit, he seemed powerless.
Ping'er's hand gently caressed his chest.
She reached into his arms and lightly rubbed his nipples.
"Ping'er, please let me rest for one night, okay?" Zhao Quan fell back.
She pulled open his clothes, revealing his broad chest. Ping'er stuck out her tongue and licked his nipples incessantly.
As she licked, she tugged at his belt. "Oh...no..." Zhao Quan sighed, "I...I'm powerless..."
"Hmm...my lord, you've already rested for one night, tonight no matter what..." Ping'er mumbled, her little
tongue slowly sliding down his chest...
she licked Zhao Quan's navel, then came to that "soft" place.
Zhao Quan only felt her wet mouth sealing his penis again.
This time, Ping'er wasn't sucking; her little mouth was just gently blowing on his glans!
The breath she blew was warm, and when it touched his glans, it felt very comfortable.
Her small mouth not only blew on the glans, but also blew air into the slit of the glans.
"Oh...ah..." Zhao Quan couldn't help but press down on Ping'er's hair.
Besides blowing, she also stuck out her tongue to tease it, and strangely enough, after these efforts, Zhao Quan's penis
slowly . However, it wasn't a full erection, but rather it tilted to the left.
"Oh...oh...it's done...it's done..." Zhao Quan let out a sound of pleasure.
Ping'er immediately lifted her gauze skirt and pressed down on him in a woman-on-top position.
The boat encountered waves and was tossed about.
Ping'er took his not-fully-erect penis into her vagina and simply held it still.
He only felt that her vagina was like a ball of fire, warming the penis that had been taken in!
Her vagina was wet, with warm lustful fluid flowing out. At this moment, she didn't use her internal energy to suck his glans. She just
pressed against him, hugged him, and let the waves toss the boat around.
“Ping’er…” Zhao Quan felt his penis harden and harden.
“My lord…” Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust forward, and her lower body, as if possessed, began to suck on his penis again. Her
soft breasts pressed against his chest, and her nipples happened to rub against his nipples.
Men’s nipples are small, while women’s are large and hard.
The four nipples rubbed against each other, and Ping’er went crazy: “My lord… press down on my buttocks… ah… ah…”
Zhao Quan pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands.
In this way, his penis seemed to penetrate even deeper, and her clitoris could arch forward even further.
Her tight vagina clamped his penis without leaving any gap!
He pressed on Ping’er’s fragrant buttocks, making “ho…ho” sounds.
She seemed to know the man’s needs, that it was best not to move when the penis was not fully erect!
After he was fully erect, he suddenly took the initiative, pressing Ping’er down beneath him, raising her legs and placing them on his shoulders
! Zhao Quan was also skilled at dealing with women. He suddenly extended his middle finger and placed it on her genitals.
He didn't scratch himself, but used his finger to tickle Ping'er's labia and her buttocks.
"My lord...you're so good...this servant is going to be so horny..." Yang Ping'er's body kept twisting slightly. "
It's a pity your vulva is too tight, otherwise, I could add another finger!"
Zhao Quan teased her anus a couple more times.
Ping'er's legs were on his shoulders, trembling incessantly: "My lord...I want...I want..."
He spread her thighs, lay on her stomach, and Zhao Quan slowly began to thrust.
There, his and her "flesh" were pressed tightly together.
He looked at her with her eyes as soft as silk, thinking: "If I tease you with my finger one more time...you'll definitely beg for mercy!" "
But then, Zhao Quan felt a sudden suction from her vagina, pulling at his glans.
"Oh..." He tried to pull out his penis, but it was too late. Ping'er's eyes rolled back, and her feet hooked around his head: "
My lord ... I'm coming..." The suction from her vagina was so strong that Zhao Quan couldn't help but ejaculate.
The semen Zhao Quan ejaculated was more than last time. He felt a blackout and fainted.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up. Zhao Quan felt aches and pains in his back: "Alas! My body is as sharp as a steel knife!"
He muttered to himself: "Two nights of passion in three days, and I'm still so weak... It seems... I'm not destined to enjoy Yang Ping'er
!"
Just then, Yang Ping'er climbed into the cabin, her eyes red: "My lord... do you not want Ping'er anymore!" She looked like she
was about to cry.
Zhao Quan closed his eyes: "You... why are you thinking such nonsense?" "
Ping'er looked pitiful: 'I can understand my husband's intentions. Since you don't want me... I'd rather drown myself
!'
She opened the cabin window and was about to jump into the water when Zhao Quan quickly grabbed her waist: 'Ping'er, I never
want to divorce you again!'
The two were entangled in the cabin when the boatman outside shouted: 'Hey! The boat is going to capsize, stop it!'
Ping'er then nestled in Zhao Quan's arms and sobbed: 'My husband, don't abandon me!'
'Good! Good!' Zhao Quan tenderly stroked her fragrant shoulder.
He felt a little strange: 'Why does she know what I'm thinking?'
However, Zhao Quan's strength was indeed failing him, and he had to stay in the cabin for the next two days. "
Strangely enough, after being nourished by a man's affections, Yang Ping'er's pretty face became haggard, as if she had aged
five years in an instant!
"Ping'er..." Zhao Quan was willing but unable, and he felt a little apologetic: "Why don't you find a strong young man... I... I really
can't handle you anymore..."
Ping'er lay on his stomach: "No! I must remain faithful to you, otherwise I will be punished by heaven!"
She pressed her cheek against his genitals.
Zhao Quan stroked her head: "I don't understand..."
Her warm breath sprayed onto his crotch, and Zhao Quan felt an indescribable pleasure in his scrotum!
"I was bought by you, so I must stay with you... This is to repay your kindness..." Her hand then touched his penis.
"Oh... no..." Zhao Quan's pants were pulled down again, revealing his purplish-red penis.
She touched the shaft with love: "My lord... you can..." As she spoke, her red lips kissed his penis.
Zhao Quan sighed and closed his eyes. Ping'er's tongue teased his buttocks, then gently licked his scrotum.
"Oh..." Qu Quan sighed softly, feeling her gently biting his testicles. And that wasn't all; she also
blew air into his buttocks.
The warm air entering through his anus made Zhao Quan feel a heat rising in his lower abdomen: "Ah...it's killing me...it's killing me..."
Besides blowing air, Ping'er also sucked and licked his glans, exhaling air into the groove of his glans.
Zhao Quan's "dead wood" was revived.
Then Ping'er lay down, removing her clothes in front of Zhao Quan.
Her skin was very white, and her two breasts, with their bright red nipples, swayed before Zhao Quan's eyes.
These were all familiar organs.
Suddenly, Ping'er turned around, her back facing him.
Her back was very white, her spine clearly defined, her waist slender, and she had a round, thick buttocks.
Zhao Quan saw her buttocks clearly for the first time.
Ping'er leaned forward, her buttocks raised high, her slightly pink vulva peeking out from beside her.
"My lord, aren't my buttocks beautiful?" Ping'er raised her buttocks slightly higher, her voice soft: "There's a place on my body that's
tighter and narrower than the front..."
Zhao Quan saw another red, fleshy opening, and roared, "You slut!"
He felt his penis harden, and he could no longer restrain himself and climbed up.
The small boat rocked again.
Ping'er pressed her hands against the cabin plank, and Zhao Quan, holding his penis, thrust it into her fleshy opening.
"Ah...ya...ah..." Ping'er cried out softly.
His penis was only inserted a little before being sucked; the opening was so dry and tight, giving Zhao Quan a different kind of pleasure.
"This time, I'm pounding your vulva, and in just a few strokes, your sucking technique has me completely exhausted..." Zhao Quan pressed down on her elastic
buttocks, and exerted more force! "Ah...ah..." Ping'er cried out, her eyebrows furrowed. "My lord...please...be gentle! Ah!"
Zhao Quan thrust again, pushing his entire penis inside.
"My lord...I can't take it anymore!" Ping'er shook her head wildly. "Oh...oh, it's too full..." Her waist twisted as well.
Her cries aroused Zhao Quan's "beastly" nature. He suddenly exerted his strength and began to thrust.
"Ugh..." Ping'er, perhaps afraid that her moans would carry outside the cabin, quickly picked up her skirt and bit it into her mouth. The
previous times Zhao Quan had "taken the proper route," he had only thrust briefly before ejaculating because Ping'er's vagina had a "sucking" force.
Now, "abandoning the proper route," he made her moan continuously, but he felt waves of pleasure and unexpectedly thrust a few more
times with great force.
"Ugh...oh...oh..." Ping'er whimpered softly.
Zhao Quan gazed at her large, plump buttocks. With each thrust of his abdomen, his belly struck her buttocks, the flesh hitting flesh making a
"slap, slap" sound—it was incredibly satisfying.
"Little slut, can't take it?" Zhao Quan stopped, reaching his hands forward from behind her to grab her breasts
, rubbing her nipples with his fingers.
Although he couldn't see Ping'er's face, her nodding and shaking head amused Zhao Quan greatly: "Little slut,
now you finally can't take it!"
He thrust in and out a few more times.
"Oh...oh...ouch..." Ping'er almost cried out: "My lord...it's so big...this servant...can't take it..."
"Ha, ha!" Zhao Quan stopped, his "flesh rod" nailing to her plump buttocks. Her vaginal opening was dry, and without lubrication,
being thrust into her was indeed very "hard"! He stopped after a few thrusts, also to avoid "ejaculating."
Because her vaginal opening was very narrow, it gripped his penis tightly, especially the glans. Zhao Quan was an experienced hand, so he paused and started, thrusting
intermittently . Ping'er gasped, "My lord... I can't take it... Please have mercy... Just ejaculate!"
Zhao Quan grasped her breasts, repeatedly playing with her nipples, rubbing them until they were erect and hard.
He thrust forcefully a few times, and Ping'er moaned a few more times.
"Making love" in the cabin was a unique experience, but the waves made it feel like being tossed up and down. Zhao
Quan pressed Ping'er down, as if "riding" a "mountain of flesh," enjoying himself immensely: "You little slut... beg for mercy, or
... I'll thrust again!"
"Ah... ah... my lord... please spare me... my intestines are hurting..." Ping'er gasped, "You... you
should still insert it in front of me... it's... very wet there!"
"No!" Zhao Quan's hand, which had been kneading her breasts, moved to hold her waist, and he thrust harder while looking at her plump buttocks
.
"Slap, slap," Zhao Quan thrust for another half a cup of tea's time, and Ping'er was already drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily.
Zhao Quan felt his glans being tightly sucked by tender flesh, each thrust producing a slight "plop," "plop" sound.
His ambition grew: "Little slut, I... I'll give you a few hard thrusts!"
"No! No!" Ping'er groaned, but Zhao Quan held her waist, how could he allow her to struggle? He thrust hard!
"Ouch... this servant is in pain... my intestines are ruptured... ouch..." Ping'er moaned, but her buttocks trembled.
Zhao Quan felt his glans itching, a sweet pleasure rising in his mind.
"Not good... ah... this... I'll reward you..." He shivered several times.
A not-too-thick stream of hot semen sprayed directly into Ping'er's belly. She collapsed onto the deck, her buttocks raised, and Zhao Quan also lay
on top of her, panting.
Although he had ejaculated, his penis was still tightly gripped by her vagina, and the sticky, white semen seemed not to have "flowed back
" at all; it had all been absorbed by Ping'er.
Although Ping'er lay on the deck, barely breathing, her once-wan face had regained its former beauty.
After ejaculating, Zhao Quan, though exhausted, also felt a sense of "heroism," at least making Ping'er beg for mercy repeatedly.
That's how men are; if they can't win in the "vagina," they naturally lose their strength, but once they've made a woman beg for mercy, their confidence is restored
. After several days of sailing, they returned to Kaifeng.
Although Zhao Quan's legs were weak, he had bought a beautiful concubine and forgot about his physical weakness.
His wife, Yan, did scold Ping'er a few times: "A vixen can easily bewitch her master; husband, you should take care of your health!"
Zhao Quan was a salt merchant with considerable wealth, so he naturally knew how to use ginseng and deer antler to nourish his body. But as soon as his "vitality" recovered slightly, Ping'er began
to pester him for love again.
She was radiant with a man's affections, but after a few days without intimacy, she became haggard.
Zhao Quan, after a few rounds of "The Song of the Rear Courtyard," also grew bored.
His tonics were being drained by Yang Ping'er.
He grew thinner day by day.
Madam Yan conspired with a servant: "Master's health is deteriorating, all because of Yang Ping'er. I
want to give you this vixen. You sell her to Kaifeng, the farther the better. After it's done, I'll give you ten taels of silver, and
you can keep the proceeds!"
This servant, Zhao San, was only in his thirties. Having won the mistress's favor, he was naturally "extremely diligent."
After Zhao Quan left again, Madam Yan planned to drug Yang Ping'er and sell her to a brothel.
Zhao San found a brothel called Zuihualou in Leping, fifty li from Kaifeng, intending to sell Yang Ping'er into this hell.
Yang Ping'er seemed completely unaware; she had no defenses whatsoever.
Finally, Zhao Quan, weak and exhausted, set off to sell salt.
Madam Yan specially prepared a meal and wine, intending to have a heart-to-heart talk with Ping'er. However, the wine was laced with a sleeping potion.
Madam Yan urged Ping'er to drink, and she drank three cups without hesitation. "Oh dear..." Ping'er threw down the wine cup and fainted.
Madam Yan immediately summoned Zhao San: "Quick! Immediately take this vixen away in the carriage!" Zhao San carried Ping'er
in a cloth bag and sped off in the carriage. 　　He traveled for half a day, and as evening approached, Zhao San parked the carriage beside an old temple. Suddenly, he felt his heart pounding: "This is a woman my master doesn't want; she's going to end up in a brothel anyway. I... why don't I have some fun with her?" 　　Driven by lust, he reached out and embraced the unconscious Yang Ping'er. 　　“The mistress said the sleeping potion in the wine was enough to keep her unconscious for a day and a night. I’ll keep her entertained for a night, and she’ll probably be unaware!” 　　Zhao San boldly carried the unconscious Ping’er into the ancient temple, found a corner covered with straw, and laid her down. 　　Ping’er’s chest heaved, and Zhao San felt his tongue and throat dry. He quickly began to peel off her skirt… 　　“Wow! What big breasts!” Zhao San saw Ping’er’s round, large breasts, and his hand trembled as he touched them. The fleshy mounds were slippery . 　　His palms were rough, with thick calluses, and when he rubbed her nipples, they immediately hardened and protruded. 　　A drunken woman shouldn’t react so quickly! But Zhao San’s lust was aroused, and he didn’t care. 　　He rubbed them vigorously with both hands, like kneading dumplings. 　　Sometimes Ping’er’s nipples slipped out from between his fingers, and sometimes they peeked out from between his fingers. 　　Her white breasts were covered with Zhao San’s pale red finger marks. "So smooth..." Zhao San bent down and began to suckle her nipple. 　　His face was covered in stubble, making him look like a half-bearded man; the stubble rubbed against her nipple, leaving several red marks. 　　Zhao San was a rough man; as he suckled, his rough hand reached towards her thigh, scratching her vulva. 　　"Oh, it's smooth here too..." His fingers initially circled her vulva slowly, brushing along her long pubic hair , but after a couple of strokes, he suddenly thrust his finger inside, teasing her. 　　With that, he noticed Ping'er's vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid. 　　Zhao San was a servant, rarely near women; the deeper he inserted his finger, the more fluid flowed: "Huh! So deep?" Zhao San inserted his entire finger, but it wasn't all the way in; he was a little surprised. 　　Zhao San pulled his finger out, bent down to Ping'er's crotch, and wanted to see her vulva! 　　A smile suddenly appeared on Ping'er's lips, her eyes closed. Could a woman who's unconscious still smile? 　　Zhao San, having already lowered his head to her genitals, naturally couldn't see the eerie smile on her face. 　　He parted her thighs, opened one eye, and peered into her vulva. 　　It was wet, seemingly endless, just a red slit, the tender flesh appearing to pulsate. 　　Besides looking, Zhao San also sniffed the vulva; there was a fragrance that was neither quite sweet nor faint. 　　"So fragrant..." Zhao San took two deep breaths, then stretched out his tongue to lick the vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva... 　　"So sweet..." After looking, smelling, and licking, he felt his penis harden. Zhao San quickly unzipped his pants and pressed himself against Ping'er. His penis was thicker and longer than Zhao Quan's 　　. The glans was purple, with jagged, menacing edges. 　Zhao San, gripping his own penis, began to tease Ping'er's vulva. Though rough and unsophisticated, he wasn't entirely ignorant of such techniques. 　　He smeared some of his purple glans with her vaginal fluid, making the entire head wet, and then thrust it . With a "whoosh," it slid all the way in. 　　"Oh...so good..." Zhao San felt as if his penis was being bitten by the flesh inside her vulva. 　　Just then, Ping'er, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. 　　"Ah!" Zhao San trembled in fright, but Ping'er smiled and suddenly wrapped her arms around his head. 　　Zhao San tried to break free, but he hadn't expected the slender Ping'er to hold him so tightly. 　　"No...no..." he cried out in fear, his penis, which had been inside her vulva, softened by half. 　　"If you can make me happy...I'll spare you!" Ping'er stretched out her legs and clamped them around his waist. 　　"Good...good..." Zhao San thought, "Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well finish ravaging Yang Ping'er before killing her..." 　　With that thought, his limp penis immediately hardened, and he thrust it in hard. 　　"Ouch...ouch..." Ping'er cried out softly, raising her waist to meet him. 　　Zhao San thrust in hard, using the "nine deep, one shallow" method.

Strangely enough, after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, he felt his glans being sucked, a pulling force as if drawing his penis
deep into her uterus. "Ah... how... how could this be..."
With each forceful thrust, the pulling force drew his penis in, requiring little effort.
Meanwhile, Ping'er's hips twisted faster and faster.
"No... no... I... I can't take it..." Zhao San felt a sweet, pleasurable sensation in his glans. He shuddered like a bull
, and his semen gushed out in a continuous stream. His ejaculation wasn't intermittent, but rather a torrent like a river.
Zhao San tried to pull away, but he couldn't muster any strength. Ping'er giggled, "You're so bold, daring to
challenge me?" She squeezed him tightly, and his semen gushed out again and again.
Zhao San was like a lamb, completely at Ping'er's mercy.
His face aged considerably instantly, and his beard turned from black to white.
"Spare me, this has nothing to do with me..." he pleaded, "Zhao Yan forced me!" His voice was deep and weak:
"Grandma... spare me!" "Did you just think about killing me?" Ping'er scolded.
"Yes...yes...no...no..." Zhao San was completely disoriented, he kept begging for mercy.
Ping'er twisted his legs around him for about half a meal's time before letting go.
Zhao San looked like he had shrunk! He was half a head thinner, looking more than twenty years older.
And his once thick penis had become like a child's.
"I only absorbed half of your essence this time. If you don't listen to me, I'll make sure you don't live more than a few days!" Ping'er
stood up and slowly put her clothes back on. Zhao San, however, was unsteady on his feet, trembling.
Ping'er, now dressed, was even more beautiful; the more men she attracted, the more beautiful she seemed.
Zhao San struggled to walk.
"I order you," Ping'er said, "you drive the carriage back now and bring out that Yan woman. You can say I woke up halfway
and secretly escaped, asking that 'poisonous woman' Yan to help find me…and then…" Ping'er's eyes darted around: "I'll make her pay!"
Zhao San, knowing Ping'er's power, dared not disobey.
On the way, he seemed to hear Ping'er calling in his ear: "Zhao San, don't run away, or I'll
take your life!" He was terrified and hurriedly got into the carriage.
Yang Ping'er and Wen did not follow the carriage back to the Zhao family; she only stood in front of the dilapidated temple...
Madam Yan thought she had "sold" Ping'er, but she was too happy too soon.
The next morning at dawn, Zhao San rushed back to the Zhao family in a fit of rage, wanting to find his mistress.
"Oh no... that woman Ping'er is gone!" He looked haggard, and didn't seem to be lying.
Madam Yan sneered: "It's good that this vixen ran away!"
Zhao San whispered: "I'm most afraid she'll go to the yamen and report us, that would be bad!"
Madam Yan was persuaded by his words and also panicked a little: "This... what should we do?"
Zhao San said: "We'll go find her, and when we find her, we'll falsely accuse Yang Ping'er of absconding with her money, and then we'll turn the tables on her!" "
Mrs. Yan agreed, and so they hurriedly left the mansion.
Zhao San, as if hypnotized, drove the carriage back towards the dilapidated temple.
After traveling for a while, Mrs. Yan inexplicably felt drowsy and fell asleep without realizing it.
Zhao San drove the carriage to Ping'er's face.
"Good! Well done this time!" Ping'er took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a pill: "Eat it!"
Zhao San kowtowed: "Grandma...spare me..."
Ping'er sneered: "This isn't poison, and I don't want you to die. This is a 'Replenishing Essence and Prolonging Marrow Pill,' it will benefit you!" She
stuffed one of the pills into Yan's mouth, then pinched Yan's nose, forcing her to swallow it.
Seeing that she hadn't died from bleeding from all seven orifices, Zhao San also swallowed the pill.
Ping'er, seeing the two had swallowed the pills, laughed and drove off in the carriage.
Zhao San felt a burning sensation in his stomach.
Yan, meanwhile, woke up, her eyes sparkling with a seductive allure.
Ping'er had fed them both aphrodisiacs. These aphrodisiacs were the strongest.
Yan, already over thirty and plump, was no longer considered beautiful, but in Zhao San's eyes, she was more beautiful
than Yang Ping'er. He swallowed hard, and Yan's lips curled into a smile.
Zhao San pulled Yan into his arms and began to strip her clothes off.
Yan, without hesitation, reached down to Zhao San's crotch and grasped his manhood!
It was already hard and erect! Zhao San roughly groped and squeezed Yan's breasts.
Yan's breasts were already somewhat sagging, hanging down like sacks, and her nipples had darkened.
She gripped Zhao San's penis tightly…
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, Zhao Quan was transporting smuggled salt.
He passed an ancient temple and encountered an old Taoist priest.
“Sir, your face has an eerie aura; there may be misfortune in your family!” the old priest said, looking at Zhao Quan. Zhao Quan, however, was unconcerned.
“Benefactor, this humble priest is giving this to someone with a predestined connection. Here is a jade pendant. Take it and go home immediately. Put it on the woman you recently bought
, and you'll see that what I said is true!”
Zhao Quan was stunned; he hadn't expected the old priest to know about his purchase of the bottle!
The old priest also gave Zhao Quan a “brocade pouch”: “Only open it after returning to Kaifeng. If fate allows,
we may meet again!” Zhao Quan bowed to the old Taoist priest, who quickly disappeared…
Zhao Quan only wanted to get rid of the “salt” as soon as possible and rush home.
Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated temple, a scene of passionate love unfolded. Yan Shi rubbed Zhao San’s penis, which grew
increasingly hard in her palm.
Zhao San’s eyes were bloodshot, and drool dripped from his mouth: “I…want…” He pushed her to the ground like a madman,
rubbing one of her breasts with one hand while sucking on her nipple.
Yan Shi’s nipples were large, like black dates, and Zhao San sucked on them while biting them.
“Ah…ah…you’re going to kill me…” Yan Shi gasped, releasing her grip on his penis and instead embracing
his head.
Her lower abdomen twisted and turned, occasionally arching back to rub Zhao San’s glans.
The tip of his penis was glistening with oil, all from Yan Shi’s vaginal fluids, which had
wet "Hey...hey...come on..." Yan was very eager, she swayed her buttocks back and forth.
Zhao San had forgotten that Yan was the mistress of the house; he only felt his blood surging.
"Here it comes... for you..." He gripped his penis and thrust it in hard.
"Squeak, squeak," the sound of vaginal fluid lingered as Zhao San's not-so-thick and long penis was fully inserted into Yan's vagina.
Yan was middle-aged and had given birth, so her vagina was relatively loose. Zhao San seemed to be "risking his life," as if he wanted to stuff his scrotum
into her vagina as well.
"Ah... good... good... faster..." Yan had already started to grind her plump buttocks and toss and lift her plump waist: "Ah...
stretch it out a little longer, insert it deeper..."
Several times, Zhao San's penis slipped out due to Yan's tossing and grinding, but he couldn't wait any longer, gripped his penis, and
thrust it back in hard.
"You slut... so wanton..." He twisted her two soft breasts vigorously.
He felt as if his penis had fallen into a muddy "pocket," the "pocket" was too big, and his
penis felt like it was being tossed around in an endless muddy mess... "Hey... hurry up..." Yan kept twisting her hips.
Zhao San, under the influence of the drug, grinned maliciously: "Okay... I'll fuck you to death!"
He half-squatted up, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and put her legs on his shoulders.
Yan supported herself with her hands on the ground, trying to raise her lower body as high as possible.
"Dead yet?" Zhao San thrust forcefully, using the "nine deep, one shallow" method, thrusting wildly and haphazardly.
"Ah...ah..." Yan's eyes rolled back, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. She seemed to have not been this "full" in a long time: "Ah...
faster ...ah..." Zhao San felt a surge of energy throughout his body. He shook his head wildly: "I'm going to fuck you to death..."
His hands, like eagle claws, grabbed her breasts, pulling her body up and down...
Yan endured for half the time it takes to eat a meal. At first, her body was still swaying and twisting, but later she became weak.
Her legs, which had been raised and rested on Zhao San's shoulders for so long, were also a little "sore" and began to slide down.
"Ah...ah..." Yan's moans grew weaker and weaker: "You...you're so good..." Beads of
sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair was disheveled.
Yan still looked pretty. As she breathed heavily, her chest heaved rapidly.
She was full of seductive charm, seemingly still "unsatisfied."
As for Zhao San, his erection remained strong, his lower abdomen still burning like fire, but his face was a little ashen.
“This slut, her front is too wide…” Zhao San looked at her calves and large vulva, feeling a bit disgusted. He lifted her
thighs, turned Yan Shi’s body over, and made her buttocks face up.
“Oh… what are you doing?” Yan Shi cried out coquettishly, but her body cooperated with Zhao San’s movements.
Seeing her white buttocks, another lust arose spontaneously!
Although Yan Shi had endured a beating with a thud, her desire had only subsided by half, and she raised her buttocks and kept twisting and turning.
Zhao San pressed on her buttocks, her red vulva was wet, and he dug into the “water curtain cave” with his fingers and said:
“You have so much lustful juice!”
He “brought” the lustful juice from her vulva to Yan Shi’s anus.
Yan Shi thought he was going to play “indirectly” and hurriedly shook her buttocks: “Oh… no…”
Zhao San knelt behind her and first teased her vulva with his erect penis.
A large puddle of vaginal fluid flowed from Yan's vulva, wetting Zhao San's glans.
"Oh...are you coming or not?" Yan twisted her buttocks, her lust
rising again after just a short while!
Zhao San placed his penis on her buttocks, the wet glans dripping with Yan's vaginal fluid, which dripped down her
buttocks and onto her anus.
"Oh...you...what are you doing?" Yan tried to turn her head, but Zhao San had already grabbed her buttocks and thrust
in forcefully!
"Ah...ah...wrong...not this hole...ah...ah..." Yan felt a burning sensation in her buttocks, and she groaned in pain
like .
"I...I'm going to...put it...in here..." Zhao San gritted his teeth and thrust wildly, his hands reaching to her chest,
grasping her soft breasts.
"Ouch...I can't take it..." Yan shook her head and struggled.
Hearing her pleas for mercy, Zhao San became even more excited: "It's tight here... unlike yours which is loose..."
He thrust in and out ten or twenty more times.
Yan was truly in agony, tears welling in her eyes from being stretched so tight.
Zhao San's face grew increasingly dark; he straightened up and continued thrusting, then collapsed onto Yan's back!
"You rascal... what's wrong with you?" Yan threw Zhao San aside and saw his eyes wide open, his lower body still
limp!
She reached out to check his nose; Zhao San had stopped breathing!
His face was black, and blood seeped from his mouth and nose; he looked like he had died of a stroke!
Yan was shocked. She thought, "If word gets out, I... I'll definitely lose my place in the Zhao family... I'd better make
a hasty ."
Yan hurriedly put on her clothes and sneaked back to the Zhao family home. Because she had caused a death, she was filled with unease.
Yan entered through the back door and quietly returned to her room. She pushed open the door and suddenly saw Ping'er!
"Auntie! You're back. Where's Zhao San?" Ping'er smiled insincerely: "Has something happened to him?"
Yan's face flushed red and then turned pale. She knew that Ping'er was more cunning than her.
"Ping'er... what do you want... to spare me?" Yan trembled all over.
"From now on, you're not allowed to interfere in my affairs!" Ping'er's almond-shaped eyes widened: "You're still nominally the eldest, but... from now on, you're
Xiao Xing! If you dare to say no, then the fact that Zhao San, who died in the dilapidated temple, had an affair with the mistress will be the talk of the town!"
Ping'er pointed at Yan: "What?" Yan lowered her head and stammered: "Fine... I can't beat you."
After Zhao Quan sold the salt, he rushed back to Kaifeng, thinking that Yan and Yang Ping'er were having a great time.
But when he returned home, he only saw Yan hiding in her room chanting Buddhist prayers, and Ping'er lying in her room claiming to be sick.
"They said there was some trouble in my family, and that old Taoist priest almost ruined my life!" Zhao Quan put away the ancient jade and the "brocade pouch."
Yang Ping'er hadn't had sex for many days, and she looked much more haggard.
Zhao Quan hugged Ping'er and kissed her: "Are you feeling better?"
Ping'er clung tightly to Zhao Quan like a snake: "Husband, as long as you're here, I..."
Her eyes reddened, as if tears were about to fall.
Her hands parted Zhao Quan's clothes, and she rested her head on his chest, her small face constantly rubbing his nipples.
Although a man's chest wasn't usually an arousal point, the warm breath from Ping'er gave Zhao Quan a strange feeling.
Suddenly, Ping'er pushed him away, and the two tumbled onto the bed. "Oh... Ping'er..." Zhao Quan groaned softly.
He knew he couldn't keep up, but Ping'er persisted, demanding more from him. Zhao Quan
lay on his back, legs spread. Ping'er smiled seductively at him a few times, then helped him undress.
Zhao Quan's penis hung limply between his legs; although Ping'er's hand grasped his member, it remained unresponsive.
Ping'er lay on his chest, using her teeth to bite his nipples. Zhao Quan's chest was very white, with two small nipples.
She first teased the nipples with her tongue, then gently bit his penis.
“Ah… Ping’er…” Zhao Quan stroked her back muscles, hissing, “You… will drain me dry… Ping’er…”
Ping’er’s face slid down his chest, finally touching his cold penis.
“Hehe… why is it always so limp?”
Ping’er breathed on his penis, then teased his glans with her fingers.
“Like two axes chopping down a tree…” Zhao Quan sighed. Before, when she sucked his penis with her little mouth, he would get an erection quickly, but now that
Ping’er was holding his glans in her mouth, he still couldn’t get aroused.
“My lord…” Ping’er called out indistinctly, holding the base of his penis with both hands, straightening the limp rod.
Then, she breathed on the glans, exhaling.
A warm breath sprayed directly into his penis, and Zhao Quan shivered: “Ping’er…”
“Ugh…” She had already stuffed his penis completely into her little mouth, filling it to the brim.
She blew hard, but Zhao Quan remained limp. Ping'er loosened her grip and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry... I... I can't..." Sweat beaded on Zhao Quan's forehead: "I... can't..."
Ping'er wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, then suddenly flipped Zhao Quan's body over.
He was now lying on his side. She suddenly stretched out her index finger and inserted it into his anus.
(The End)
"Oh... ah... ah..." Zhao Quan almost jumped up. After a moment of pain, he seemed to experience pleasure; his limp
member slowly rose.
Ping'er pressed harder with her finger. "Oh... that's enough... ah!" Zhao Quan arched his back: "That's enough..."
She smiled seductively: "Husband, so you only become useful with a beating!"
Ping'er gently withdrew her index finger, then slapped Zhao Quan's buttocks with her palm.
"Slap, slap..." Zhao Quan's thin buttocks endured several slaps from her palm, and he indeed felt an indescribable pleasure!
He simply lay prone on the bed, letting Ping'er slap him.
"Slap...slap..." The force of her slaps on his buttocks reached Zhao Quan's scrotum; his
penis, pressed against the mat, was getting harder and harder.
Ping'er slapped him ten or twenty more times, her palms still throbbing slightly.
"Come on...that's enough..." Zhao Quan hissed, returning to his supine position.
His jade stem stood erect at an angle. Ping'er stood up and took off her skirt.
Zhao Quan saw her delicate white skin, her two white breasts, and her erect nipples.
Her hairy lower abdomen was still dry: "My lord...I want..."
Ping'er suddenly squatted down and "sat" on Zhao Quan's head, her hairy vulva brushing against his nose
... "No...no..." Zhao Quan felt a foul smell; he wanted to avoid it, but Ping'er's waist swayed back and forth.
He felt a wet, slippery sensation on his face.
Just then, Ping'er suddenly leaned down, pressing herself against Zhao Quan's body. With a quick pull and a thrust, her hands guided his penis
into her vagina.
His entire penis was inside, and a sucking sensation within Ping'er's vagina pulled it deeper!
"Ah...my lord..." Ping'er clung to him, her buttocks undulating.
"Oh...oh..." Zhao Quan's toes trembled with excitement. He felt a force within Ping'er's vagina gripping his glans
, sucking and sucking, giving him immense pleasure.
Strangely enough, this time, Ping'er wasn't seeking carnal pleasure. She suddenly arched her back: "My lord...give it to me
!" "Ah...ah...I've come...I've come..." Zhao Quan felt a sweet sensation in his glans, and his semen gushed out.
Ping'er suddenly rolled over, changing to a missionary position, her thighs gripping his waist.
Zhao Quan felt a suction force, as if it were penetrating deep into his body, drawing out all his essence.
"No... I can't take it anymore...!" He felt as if his limbs had fallen apart, and then everything went black.
Ping'er held him, looking at Zhao Quan: "It seems you're also nearing the end of your life, alas!" It wasn't
until noon the next day that Zhao Quan regained consciousness. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror and was horrified: "Ah! I look like a living
skeleton!" He stumbled out of the room, ran to the garden, opened the door, and suddenly saw the old Taoist priest standing outside!
"Benefactor, have you forgotten the ancient jade and the brocade pouch?" Zhao Quan knelt down: "Taoist priest, save me!"
The Taoist priest took out a talisman from his robes: "Tonight, burn this talisman to ashes, mix it with wine, and give it to Yang Ping'er. As soon as she
faints , put the ancient jade on her!
" "After she puts on the ancient jade, she will die. At that time, quickly collect her body and bury her, and the demoness will be eliminated!"
The Taoist priest touched Zhao Quan's forehead: "I will now help you to be unafraid of Yang Ping'er's sorcery. Quickly go and look at the brocade pouch and do as I say!"
After he finished speaking, he vanished in a flash. Zhao Quan stumbled back home, found the brocade pouch, and opened it.
The inscription read: "Yang Ping'er is a rabbit spirit. In her past life, she had a karmic entanglement with Zhao Quan, so she comes to seek reconciliation in this life. However, rabbits are inherently promiscuous.
If she absorbs male essence for eighty-one days, she will be difficult to control. Remember to kill her!"
Zhao Quan was stunned after reading it: "Ping'er... I... I can't bear to part with her, but you..."
At this point, Zhao Quan repeatedly kowtowed to Bao Gong: "If it weren't for the tomb raiders, that rabbit spirit wouldn't have been released!"
Bao Gong frowned: "Where is Yang Ping'er now? Since she has returned to life, she will naturally seek revenge!"
Gongsun Ce suggested: "Why not send Guard Zhan to protect Zhao Quan? When the 'female demon Yang Ping'er' appears, bring her to court
and get to the bottom of things."
Bao Gong nodded: "Right! We can't just listen to one side of the story; we must confront her!"
But where is Yang Ping'er hiding? Man Di, breathless, returned to his dilapidated kiln. He had encountered a "female corpse" resurrected while tomb raiding
, which terrified him!
He lay on the bed, his legs still trembling. Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman slipped into his room.
"Mandi, thank you for saving me!" The voice was alluring; it was clearly Yang Ping'er! "A monster!" Mandi cried out, pulling
the covers over his head in fright. "Mandi, we've shared intimate moments, we're husband and wife, why are you afraid of me?" Ping'er pulled back the covers.
"Good sister, what do you want me to do?" Mandi's face turned pale.
Ping'er sighed: "I hate Zhao Quan, I want you to take me to Judge Bao to plead my case!"
"What grievance do you have?" Mandi asked, puzzled.
"I was originally a rabbit spirit. Because of a karmic entanglement with Zhao Quan in my past life, I was reborn and attached myself to him..." Ping'er sighed.
"I never expected that this scoundrel to be such a henpecked husband. After he bought me and brought me home, Madam Yan objected!"
"Madam Yan somehow invited a Taoist priest to cast a spell on me..." Tears welled up in Ping'er's eyes. "Although I am a
rabbit spirit, my magical skills are not deep. The Taoist priest used an ancient jade to suppress me and buried me alive!"
"That heartless Zhao Quan, knowing that you rescued me from the tomb, actually filed a false accusation against me, telling the officials that I am a demon!"
"I originally wanted to go to Kaifeng Prefecture to appeal my case, but I am a different creature after all and cannot defeat the door gods, so I
cannot appeal my grievances!"
Ping'er looked pitiful, which made Man Di forget his fear. He sat up. "You... what do you want?"
"I hope you will take me to Kaifeng Prefecture to appeal my case!"
"How can I help you?" Man Di looked at her white body and forgot his fear.
Ping'er's red lips seemed to burn with fire as she pressed her small mouth against Mandi's.
Mandi's hands were equally unrestrained, vigorously kneading her breasts. Ping'er pressed down on him.
There was nothing under her robe, and her burning vulva pressed against his penis; after only a couple of rubs,
Mandi's penis was erect.
Ping'er rode him, taking his jade stem into her vulva. Mandi's eyes widened with excitement!
A woman's most beautiful sight is when her breasts sway back and forth, and also when her vulva tightly grips the glans.
"Ah...oh..." Mandi seemed to forget his fatigue, letting out a soft moan.
Ping'er lay on his chest, moving slowly.
"Wait a moment, put on this robe of mine, go to the Kaifeng government office and beat the drum..." Ping'er swayed back and forth: "You must ask Lord
Bao to come to the government office, I'll wait for him outside!"
She began to moan: "Ah... remember... I only want to seek justice... I'm not harming anyone..." She moved faster and faster!
Man Di then ejaculated.
A tomb robber seeking justice for someone "lying in a coffin" sounds strange!
But Man Di really did it!
He went to the Kaifeng government office and beat the drum: "Lord Bao, there is a Yang Ping'er outside the government office who wants to seek justice for you!"
"Because she is a demon, she cannot enter the government office, she can only seek justice outside!" Man Di said earnestly.
Lord Bao really opened the middle gate, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu carried lanterns to see Ping'er outside.
Ping'er then found a blue dress from somewhere and put it on, she was very pretty and charming.
"Yang Ping'er, Zhao Quan falsely accused you of being a demon, what exactly happened?" Lord Bao looked at Ping'er kneeling on the ground.
"Lord Bao, I am indeed a thousand-year-old rabbit spirit. Because Zhao Quan saved my life in my previous life, I offered
myself to repay his kindness..."
"But, I never expected that Yan Shi would be so jealous. Ever since I entered the Zhao family, she has been persecuting me one after another!"
"She even invited a Taoist priest to use a talisman to force me out of my true form!"
"I originally wanted to repay his kindness, but Zhao Quan is terrified of his wife... He actually made false accusations against me..." Ping'er cried.
Bao Gong nodded: "Zhao Hu, quickly summon Yan Shi and Zhao Quan for questioning!"
Ping'er continued, "Although I am a demon, I have not harmed anyone. Zhao Quan, however, was exhausted from dealing with Yan Shi and Nunu alone, so
Yan Shi blamed everything on Nunu..."
"Zhao Quan was lustful and afraid of his shrewish wife... so... he used an ancient jade to imprison me and buried me alive. But Nunu's life was not meant to end; she encountered
Man Di tomb raiding and thus came back to life!"
As Ping'er recounted Yan Shi's torment of her, Zhao Hu and Zhan Zhao had already brought Zhao Quan and Yan Shi to the palace.
Yan Shi pointed at Ping'er and cursed her as a "demon," while Zhao Quan remained silent.
Bao Gong pointed at Yan Shi: "When Man Di came to report the case, was the experience you described fabricated?"
Yan Shi had no answer, so she could only nod: "Zhao San was actually exposed due to illness, but I hated Yang Ping'er for taking my husband away,
so... I falsely claimed that Ping'er sucked his essence to death!"
Zhao Quan also admitted that he loved Ping'er very much, but Yan Shi was too wicked, and in the end he still obeyed Yan Shi and abandoned Ping'er.
Bao Gong nodded: "From the inscription 'Tomb of my beloved concubine Chen Ping'er' on Ping'er's tombstone, I know that you did not love her deeply enough
, but humans and demons can never grow old together, alas..." Tears streamed down Zhao Quan's face.
Ping'er also cried: "Zhao Lang, my grudges with you are over. Originally, I wanted to give you a scholar to bring honor to
our ancestors, but... I'm afraid we will never see each other again!"
She bowed twice to Bao Gong, and suddenly her body flashed, followed by a white light, heading west.
Yan Shi stayed close to Zhao Quan.
Bao Gong shouted, "Men, seize Man Di! Although this fellow did one good deed, his repeated tomb raiding deserves a severe sentence
. Put him in jail and await further judgment for military service!" Man Di burst into tears!
Zhao Quan helped Yan Shi up, both trembling, "Thank you, Lord Bao!"
Bao Gong shook his head, "You lied and framed Yang Ping'er, which should be punished, but since she has severed ties with you... alas... I'll let
you two go!"

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