Xiaoqian

Summer of the fourteenth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign (1685). The Yellow River breached its banks, flooding the
land for thousands of miles and causing immense suffering. Refugees flocked to Qingyu Prefecture, but the prefecture and local authorities were powerless to provide relief. Starvation littered the fields, and people were forced to sell their wives and daughters.

A scholar named Xu Wenzi Futian, eighteen years old, had been well-versed in literature since childhood. Inheriting his family's wealth, though the family
was declining, they still owned a hundred acres of fertile land. However, he too was not spared. He and his wife, Wang Fenglian, sixteen years old, arrived in
Qingyu Prefecture with the refugees. Initially, they pawned their belongings. But possessions have their limits, and wealth has its limits.

The Xu couple wept, lamenting that they had nothing left to live on. Only his wife remained, hoping Futian would one day redeem her and they could
be reunited.

The next day, Wang, using a straw marker as a sign, knelt with Futian by the roadside. But amidst the suffering of the people, no one offered them any help. Only
those with a penchant for gossip gathered around, drawn by Wang's beauty. Some pointed and teased, others made sarcastic remarks. The couple felt deeply ashamed, but their minds were made up.

As Tomita lamented in shame, an old Taoist priest approached from afar. He was dressed in worn gray clothes, a satchel slung across his shoulder, a whisk in hand,
and a medical banner
on his shoulder that read, "True Lord Saves the World, Specializing in Curing Childlessness." He was slender, about eight feet tall, with bright eyes and a long beard flowing down his chest. He exuded an air of otherworldly grace. Seeing a beautiful young woman marked with a straw marker, and noting her refined bearing, he desired to take her.

"Are you willing to leave this world to save the people?" the old priest inquired.

Tomita asked doubtfully, "Master, how can saving the world involve a woman?"

"The Way is my Way. Saving the world is the Way of all. How can there be a difference?"

Tomita found this reasonable.

"Saving the world is to achieve enlightenment; do you wish to follow me?" the old priest replied.

"My heart yearns for the Way, and I wish to fulfill it, but how can I continue my family's legacy?" Wang Shi gently said

, "That's not difficult at all, you..." the old priest asked

. "If the Immortal Master offers one hundred taels of silver, I will follow."

"I have seventy taels of silver, that's all I have," the old Taoist said, holding the silver pouch in his palm.

The couple pondered for a moment; with countless refugees these days, even a little was difficult enough. Following the old Taoist in his cultivation was worse than falling into a pit of fire,
so they bowed deeply, saying, "We are willing to serve you like cattle and horses."

The old Taoist was very pleased, and then drew up a document and a contract, with the clerk of the government office acting as guarantor, before the matter was settled.

"Where are you going?" the old Taoist asked Fu Tian.

Fu Tian looked up at the sky and sighed; there was nowhere left to settle in this vast world.

Seeing his state, the old Taoist understood. "Can you write?"

"Yes."

"Very good. If you have nowhere else to go for the time being, you can come with me, and you won't have to worry about three meals a day. You can also see Wang Shi more often."

Fu Tian thought that the time for the imperial examination was still far off. For now, this was the only option, so the couple followed the old Taoist.

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The old Taoist priest led the Fu Tian couple to a simple meal by the roadside to stave off their hunger, and then bought Wang a few changes of men's
clothes. He also changed Fu Tian's clothes to make it easier for him to walk. They left Qingyu Prefecture and headed west. Along the way, the old Taoist priest changed
Wang's name, calling her Qian'er because she seemed young and beautiful. The bundle and medical banner were naturally given to Fu Tian to carry.
From a distance, it looked as if the old Taoist priest had just taken on two new disciples.

After walking for two hours, it was getting late, and they wanted to find an inn to stay at. However, after the flood, all businesses were in ruins, so they had to
find a family to stay with. The family was very hospitable and gave them the west wing of the house. The room was given to them, and they were free to make their own arrangements.

The Tomita couple were now in a dilemma; they were husband and wife just yesterday, and today his wife had been sold to someone else—
how would they sleep tonight? They remained silent, waiting for the old Taoist to make arrangements. The host warmly offered tea, and the old Taoist exchanged a few pleasantries with him.

Qian'er borrowed a basin from the hostess to prepare for the old Taoist's washing and grooming.

Seeing that they were tired from their journey, the host chatted briefly before leaving. Under the oil lamp, Qian'er was even more captivating
. Her jet-black hair was styled in a bun, her eyebrows were willow-leafed, her eyes almond-shaped, her neck pink, and her lips red. When she saw the old Taoist gazing at her, her face
flushed .

"Immortal Master, wash your face." Xiaoqian handed over a towel.

The old Taoist took it and held Xiaoqian's hand as well. He saw that Xiaoqian's fingers were as delicate and fair as jade, and
that light blue . Embarrassed, Xiaoqian quickly pulled back and glanced at Futian, who was preparing bedding for the old Taoist.

"Futian, you can sleep over there." The old Taoist pointed to the other side of the kang table. The weather had eased, and Futian covered
himself with his long robe and lay down. He quickly fell asleep after the long journey.

He didn't know how long it had been before Futian woke up and saw Xiaoqian lying on the kang table with her legs bent, wearing only a red bodice, her head
drooping. Her ankles were tied to the table legs with red ropes, and her hands covered her face. She was breathing heavily with her mouth wide open, like
a stranded fish. The oil lamp had been moved to the windowsill.

"Master, I'm willing to obey you, but I'm exhausted today. I'll do whatever you say another day," Xiaoqian pleaded.

The old Taoist knew it was because Futian was nearby. Seeing Futian half-awake, he ignored him. Futian, unwilling
to face such a scene, continued to pretend to be asleep.

Xiaoqian thought of her beautiful curves exposed before the old Taoist, her full
breasts , as if covered by a thin layer of sand, unable to conceal her voluptuousness, her breasts clearly exposed!
A few drops of sweat had already seeped onto the shallow cleavage exposed. Her nipples inexplicably rose two obvious protrusions on her chest, the nipples
and breast flesh completely exposed. White breast flesh peeked out from the side of the bodice. She felt her heart pounding, her limbs weak,
and she pursed her thin red lips.

The old Taoist continued to use the soft whisk, damp with water, to tease Xiaoqian's body, the cool sensation further stimulating her.
The stimulation of her nipples sent a tingling, itchy, and shameful sensation through her body. A warm flow seeped from her vulva, seemingly
trickling slowly down her vagina… She lay slumped on the kang table, still feeling a slight coolness. She
twisted , as if trying to rub away the growing tingling and itching in her lower body, or perhaps to conceal the flowing fluids… She knew
she couldn't make a sound, couldn't disturb Futian, so she tried her best to restrain herself.

But her soaked bodice clung tightly to her body, her lower abdomen slightly concave beneath her breasts, the outline of her ribs clearly
visible , her extremely slender waist, the lines of her body widening at her breasts before sharply contracting at her waist, then
widening again—full breasts, a slender waist, round hips—this curve was breathtakingly beautiful.

The old Taoist pulled at her bodice, revealing her white left breast from the side, and Xiaoqian let out a soft sigh. He pinched her bright red
nipple with two fingers and pulled it upwards.

"Mmm...ah..." Xiaoqian finally couldn't help but let out a sound, her body arching. Her once bright
eyes were now watery.

Futian knew how sensitive his wife's nipples were; they couldn't withstand such teasing. But seeing the scene before him
, he too was burning with desire.

"Master Dao, no, no...mmm..."

"What a stunning beauty, everyone loves her. I finally got to touch your breasts! Xiaoqian, do you know, I've
wanted to touch your breasts for so long."

"I'll do whatever you want, please be gentle, please don't disturb him." Xiaoqian still covered her face with her hands,
not daring to look him in the eye.

Looking into her watery eyes, "Do you know, if someone sold you, who knows what they'd do to you? Would they
treat you like this?"

"Master."

"Don't call me Daoist Master or Immortal Master anymore," Xiaoqian was interrupted before she could finish the next word. "From now on,
call me Master when you're with me. After all, I bought you." The Taoist said, bending down and pressing against Xiaoqian's body,
licking her breasts, while freeing his hands to undress himself.

Her originally pink nipples had inexplicably turned bright red, and her already hard nipples stood erect
in front of the old Taoist, tempting his lust!

"So alluring..." the old Taoist exclaimed, swallowing hard.

"Master,..." "Xiaoqian really couldn't bring herself to call an old man and an old Taoist priest like that.

" "I can be gentler, you have to cooperate, I want to see what your hole is like." The old Taoist priest
squatted between Xiaoqian's legs.

"Shame, so shameful." Xiaoqian couldn't accept that her private parts were being shown to an
old man who could be her grandfather, but she still shyly lifted the hem of her bodice.

The old Taoist priest pinched her swollen labia, which were covered in vaginal fluid, with two fingers, his hands slippery. The tingling and itching in Xiaoqian's lower body
became even more intense. The old Taoist priest gently stroked her labia, then pressed his thumb on her protruding clitoris and
quickly rubbed and poked it... "Mmm... mmm..." Pleasure poured out from Xiaoqian's tightly closed lips, her waist
twisting wildly like a water snake.

Futian felt a pang of heartache, watching his beautiful wife lying in front of an old man. Yesterday they were still sleeping in the same bed, whispering
sweet nothings to each other. Today... She was forced to let others ravish her, while she could only recall her body temperature. She wanted to ruin the deal,
but the contract and guarantor were there. She could only let it be.

In the frenzied activity, her white thighs were covered in glistening liquid, shimmering under the oil lamp
… The old Taoist priest frantically extended his index finger, thrusting it into her vagina, pumping rapidly and desperately.

Xiaoqian's eyes were glazed, fantasizing about Tomita's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Soon, the old Taoist priest straightened up. Because he was facing away from the oil lamp, a dark line appeared at the base of his abdomen,
which Tomita could clearly see from the side, marveling at its ferocity. He unconsciously gasped, letting out an "Ah!"

"Why are you awake!" the old Taoist priest asked, still stroking his own penis.

"I… I…" Tomita stammered.

Xiaoqian, both shocked and ashamed, covered her face with her hands and cried, "Waaah…" She tried to turn away from the kang table, but her
ankles were bound there.

"I am skilled in the art of yin-yang replenishment, and intercourse brings nourishment. I only fear that my penis is too large and may harm your wife. Come, come and
help me."

Fu Tian was at a loss for what to do. "I tied her legs because I was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear it. Now you
can help me support her legs." The old Taoist priest said, untying the red rope. He added, "If you sell your wife, she will inevitably
suffer this kind of fate. Now that I know how to cherish her, I am fortunate."

Xiao Qian was speechless, only sobbing continuously. Fu Tian thought it made sense, but he couldn't accept it in his heart,
yet he was helpless. As the old Taoist priest asked, he propped up Xiao Qian's upper body and let her lean against him. Xiao Qian pressed her face against
Fu Tian's , still sobbing. Gradually, Xiao Qian's tears soaked Fu Tian's chest.

"I'm going to start."

Although Xiaoqian couldn't see clearly how big the old man's thing was, she knew from Futian's shocked expression that it
was definitely bigger than hers, and she was filled with fear.

A thought of willingly being raped by him and even getting pregnant overwhelmed her reason, so she resignedly bent her legs,
preparing to welcome another man's penis into her tender private parts in front of her husband.

The old man thrust his thing, it pierced between Xiaoqian's thighs, first rubbing against her labia! Xiaoqian was overwhelmed with shame
and didn't know what to do. Although she didn't want to see what the penis looked like, she could clearly feel
its size, as thick as a wrist, between her tightly closed legs!

"Ah!! God, it's too big! I'll be killed by it." Xiaoqian cried out in fear, shrinking back, but
still trying to spread her legs and lift her buttocks to accommodate it.

Futian helplessly held Xiaoqian's tender white thighs, trying to pull her legs apart as much as possible,
feeling .

"It's so slippery and sticky!" The old man thrust his waist in.

"Ugh, so embarrassing!" Xiaoqian's muscles tensed, and she gripped Futian's neck tightly with her other hand.

"Ugh...oh~~~." Xiaoqian gasped, then her breathing became rapid, her alluring, hot, and burning
labia tightly gripping the glans of his penis. Every inch of the glans was pressed against her soft, tender labia and
the hot, moist mucous membrane.

Futian watched it penetrate inch by inch, his heart pounding. Xiaoqian closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with panic, a premonition that her vagina was about
to be breached, a trace of despair welling up in her heart: "Husband, husband, it's in, I'm going to be completely
possessed ."

But to make it easier for the old man, she still thrust her hips up and down. Her delicate vagina still tightly
gripped and held the glans, and the old man paused his thrusting.

"Relax," the old Taoist priest leaned down and kissed her cheek. Tomita looked up at the ceiling, acting
as if they were strangers having sex. Xiaoqian felt the old Taoist priest's lips moving. She knew what he wanted to do, and
her lips parted slightly to meet his. His mouth pressed against her delicate, rosy lips.

Xiaoqian subconsciously bit her clean, white teeth to prevent his tongue from entering her mouth,
letting out moans. She gently pounded the old Taoist priest's mouth with her hands. The old

Taoist priest's tongue was strong, trying to pry open her teeth. The attack and resistance lasted for a while, and

Tomita heard... Hearing Xiaoqian's soft moans, he felt his hands go limp. Her legs slipped from his grasp.

Xiaoqian's defenses began to crumble—his large glans was still inside her vagina; since he was about to
completely possess her, being kissed by him was only a matter of time… Finally, she slowly opened her mouth. Like a dam,
even a tiny crack couldn't hold back the flood; the moment her mouth opened, the man's tongue was already fully inside
her.

This was the first time she had kissed someone other than her husband; she nervously curled her tongue away, trying to avoid the experienced man's…
An invasion, yet in such a small space, no matter how much she dodged, their tongues inevitably touched. Their
eyes were less than five centimeters apart. Xiaoqian saw the burning flame in his weathered eyes; her heart felt like it was
being gripped tightly by a giant hand, suffocating her until she was dizzy.

Then, the old man's fiery lips finally claimed hers, his thin tongue prying open her closed teeth,
entwining with hers, constantly sucking her sweet nectar. The fiery kiss left her breathless.

To avoid being burned by that flame, Xiaoqian slowly closed her deep, pool-like eyes, her long eyelashes
trembling gently. Slowly, she straightened her curled tongue, allowing someone other than her husband to hold and frantically suckle her fragrant tongue.

The tight opening of the large glans slowly loosened... The old Taoist pressed his lips together in an "O" shape, then entered Xiaoqian's mouth
, taking her fragrant tongue in and sucking it into his own mouth.

This kiss lasted longer than Xiaoqian had ever experienced before. She couldn't remember how long the kiss lasted, only that
her red lips remained open, unable to close, with strands of glistening liquid constantly dripping down. To Futian, it looked like
a passionate kiss between lovers; no one would suspect that he was Xiaoqian's husband.

Xiaoqian gradually came to her senses, feeling the old Taoist desperately trying to insert his large penis,
stretching her incredibly tight opening in two by his large glans. Xiaoqian endured the pain and tried her best to cooperate.

As the old Taoist played with her, extremely seductive moans escaped from Xiaoqian's mouth.

Looking at the old Taoist, she saw him staring lustfully at her breasts, which were gradually being covered by her bodice.
Silently, she reached behind her and untied the tie at the back of her neck, making it easier for the old Taoist. With a tug, the bodice was caught on the ties at the back of her waist
. But her two full, white breasts were completely exposed to him.

Xiaoqian shyly covered her breasts again, her face flushing red with embarrassment at the thought of the intimate contact between her vulva and his penis.

The Taoist priest lewdly spread her arms to the sides. Xiaoqian thus allowed the old Taoist to knead and squeeze her erect
breasts, welcoming his powerful thrusts. Her moans and whimpers even became more melodious with the varying pressure of his movements…

Seeing that Xiaoqian had become accustomed to the old Taoist's body, Futian… There was no need to be there. So she went back
to lie down , and the old Taoist priest didn't stop her. When Xiaoqian's body was completely on the kang table, she recalled that Futian had just held her.

The thought made her feel even more ashamed, and her plump, alluring body writhed and twisted. The old Taoist priest, watching the beautiful married woman's pitiful
and endearing expression, moved his penis, which was active in her private parts, scraping against the walls of her vagina.

Xiaoqian's thighs clamped tightly together, her whole body arching violently upwards, her torso trembling violently. In Xiaoqian's delicate...
Amidst a piercing moan, the old Taoist felt a gush of scalding, sticky fluid gushing from her vagina, instantly making his
glans feel burning and slippery. Xiaoqian reached a wonderful climax… In the continuous climax,
her body gradually relaxed, her limbs sprawling limply, her delicate, moist cherry lips panting softly, her eyes glazed,
her breasts trembling, and her legs wide open. Watching the beauty's powerless resistance and submissive defilement after her climax,
the old Taoist felt incredibly satisfied. He hadn't expected the young woman to be so sensitive, seemingly so vulnerable.

But the old Taoist's thrusting stopped briefly before continuing. Xiaoqian's fading blush suddenly returned to her pretty face, filled
with shame and fear, she tightly closed her eyes, unable to bear looking any longer.

When the old Taoist's penis reached the very core of her vagina, he growled, "So comfortable, a divine feeling, truly
worth the seventy taels of silver."

The old Taoist felt as if his penis was tightly surrounded by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery,
the vaginal walls still slightly undulating. Moving, sucking on her own glans, it felt both numb and tingling. Even after the climax, Xiaoqian's vagina was still
tight, and the penis felt very comfortable inside.

Xiaoqian felt the penis invading her body was hot, thick, hard, and cunning; it seemed to have a life of its own,
moving on its own without its owner's command. Even her tight grip was useless, causing Xiaoqian to uncontrollably let out soft moans. The probing glans found the sensitive, moist clitoris, pressing and rotating
against the tight grip of the labia .
This caused her clitoris to tremble and resonate, licking and sucking against the glans.

The old Taoist wanted to bring her to another climax, so he mustered his strength and used the most powerful thrusts, the fastest sprints, and the
strongest friction. His penis withdrew from her opening each time, only to thrust all the way to the bottom, growing ever hotter and thicker. After hundreds of thrusts
, Xiaoqian's original moans and cries had turned into continuous screams, almost like she was going mad. She was no longer
the beautiful , but a wanton slut crying out beneath him.

"Oh...oh...Master...you...oh...too hard..."

"Ah...ah...so good...it's so deep...beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to die."

Tomita heard this and felt ashamed, guilty, and angry, but he was helpless.

The old Taoist continued to pound Xiaoqian's sensitive flower core steadily and powerfully. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she
twisted . "Ah...ah...again...again...I'm going to die..."

The old Taoist suddenly cooperated, his glans plunging deep into Xiaoqian's cervix, his teeth gently biting her erect
nipple. Xiaoqian's vagina suddenly tightened, her cervix scraping and sucking tightly on the man's thick glans. The old Taoist felt
a rolling heat wave impacting his glans, a tingling and pleasurable sensation. He couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He pressed his glans deep into her vagina with pleasure,
let out a low roar, and his thick semen shot out.

"Ah..." the old Taoist roared, and as the woman's vaginal fluids gushed forth, streams of semen shot out, all of it
pouring deep into the woman's trembling womb. The old Taoist was very satisfied with his sexual prowess, and his thrusting lasted for more than ten seconds.
Throughout the ejaculation, he stared intently at Xiaoqian's captivating appearance as she reached her climax, her cries of pain mixed with wild abandon,
feeling the pleasure of his semen penetrating his penis and penetrating deep into his spine and bone marrow.

The old Taoist was also a little exhausted, and he lay comfortably on Xiaoqian's soft body, feeling the woman's still
rapid heartbeat and her charming panting. Xiaoqian was soaked, her face flushed, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, and she kept panting.

After a while, Xiaoqian gradually came to her senses and wiped the sweat from the old Taoist's forehead and body.

"Worth it, worth it." The old Taoist priest contentedly took Xiaoqian into his arms and fell asleep. Xiaoqian could only
press her body against the old man's in his embrace.

The next day, the three continued their journey westward, but Xiaoqian dared not make too much eye contact with Futian. When people sought
treatment Taoist priest, he continued to prescribe medicine and practice medicine. Along the way, Xiaoqian was also cared for by the old Taoist priest like a husband, and her complexion became more radiant, and her breasts
seemed to have developed again, becoming even fuller.

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