Rain-Drunken Spring Pavilion Author: He Bai

Drunk on Springtime Pavilion

Author: He Bai

Word Count: 36869

Nian Kongcui, a master of erotic art, was known as "a pipe in his left hand and a brush in his right, painting endless colors of the world." His
disciple Yan Se, who had secretly loved him for many years, finally couldn't resist and imprisoned him. Unfortunately, the training was interrupted by the provocation of his old rival
. The story is about the erotic entanglement between the master and disciple who painted erotic pictures. The text is related to erotic pictures and is an attempt at ancient erotic literature.

I. Flower Pavilion

It was late at night, and the Flower Pavilion was still bustling with activity. Red lanterns swayed, seductive music played, and clothes were loosened, causing
waves of red to surge, which was quite carefree. The Flower Pavilion was the most famous brothel on the banks of the Qinhuai River, so naturally it was like this every night
until dawn.

The Flower Pavilion covered thousands of acres, with pavilions and towers, where people enjoyed women and men, and had musicians, dancers, and singers.
The beauties were of all kinds and it was indeed the most powerful brothel. Deep within the Flower Pavilion, a towering seven-zhang-
high building rose from the ground, its air filled with melodious moans, like celestial singers, yet only to be profaned and admired from afar. The

moaning man wore only a bright blue robe, half-hidden beneath the pale skin marked with hickeys and his nipples swollen and red from being played with. His hands were bound to the bedposts, his legs spread wide
, resting on the man who was vigorously thrusting into him, exposing his already erect and purplish genitals and
the points where he had been penetrated.

"Ahhh..." The man's face flushed, his eyes red, tears of pleasure streaming down his face. "Good brother
... I don't want it anymore... please... ahhh... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to be fucked to death..."

The man thrusting fiercely had bewitching peach blossom eyes, his voice as enchanting as a demon's, sweet and seductive: "Going to die?
Is it good for me to fuck you?"

"Good... it's so good... good brother... please, I don't want it anymore..." The man
shook his head repeatedly with pleasure, his bound wrists thrashing violently, but despite his pleas, his sensitive hole
contracted from the continuous pleasure, tightly gripping the attacker's penis.

The man's eyes narrowed, filled with lust, yet with a startling coldness: "So,
do you want it? Or not?" Hundreds more thrusts followed, until the man cried out until his voice was hoarse, his whole
body convulsing with pleasure, before the man thrust dozens more times, releasing his semen into the man's body.

Yin Yuan withdrew his limp member, wiped it on the man's soft silk robe, got up and
untied the ropes binding the man. He carefully laid the man, who had been played with to the point of daze, flat on the bed, covered him with a silk quilt, then
picked up the dark green jacket scattered on the floor, roughly gathered it up, and took the candlestick from the bedside to the window.

"Young Master Yan, I wonder how Yin Yuan performed just now?" He stood by the window, leaning against it, with the
hazy moonlight on one side and the handsome young man sitting lazily at his desk, painting. The young man's hair was tied up with a jade hairpin
, loose and long, draped over his shoulders, making his sky-blue outer robe look particularly elegant.

Hearing this, the young man tilted his head slightly, but his brush did not stop. Golden paint was
used to draw the corners of the eyes of the man moaning in the painting, slightly upturned, further highlighting the smooth, white skin of the man in the bright blue outer robe, making him
both alluring and bewitching.

He switched to a different brush, lightly dipped it in ink, and began to depict the disheveled, long hair of the naked attacker. Only then did he speak
. Despite having witnessed a lewd, live sex scene, his voice was as clear-headed as if nothing had happened. His magnetic
vocal cords vibrated, each word resonating in the listener's heart.

"Can't Boss Yin see for himself? The quality of color and brushwork is naturally only understood by those who can appreciate it."
His words were incredibly arrogant; he was merely an artist painting erotic pictures, yet his tone was so rude.

Yin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing within them. As the owner of Huajiantang for years, his
influence was considerable, and it had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him in such a tone. However, hmph… for the
sake of Nian Kongcui's years of hard work, he wouldn't stoop to the level of this little brat he had been painting since childhood.

Yin Yuan glanced at the painting. Long before they began their work, the colors had already sketched out the basic picture
. Now, all that remained was to add color and embellishment to the remaining details, using color combinations to make the painting transcend reality
—more magnificent, more erotic, more alluring.

Isn't this what erotic art is all about? Merely depicting ordinary poses is considered inferior; superior erotic
works, through their images, capture the entire process of lovemaking, from foreplay to climax, arousing
lust, imprinting it on the mind, etching it into the heart, like a beautiful melody lingering for days.

Of course, erotic painters with such skill are few and far between. If they possessed such talent, why
not pursue a respectable profession instead of engaging in such shameful and sordid acts? However, conversely, in any profession, there is no inherent nobility or baseness. Where there is
demand , such a profession naturally arises. Erotic painters are such examples.

And this painting, Yan Se, was just like that. Under the moonlight, it appeared hazy and ethereal; under the candlelight, it evoked a warm and fragrant aura.
Even Yin Yuan was captivated, momentarily losing his focus.

Truly remarkable… Yin Yuan could
n't help but sigh. Yan Se was only twenty-two, yet possessed the skill of thirty or forty years of painting experience. Leaving aside experience, his angles, composition, and coloring were all first-rate. He was undeniably a gifted
talent , and one couldn't help but admire Nian Kongcui

's discerning eye. Back then, wasn't this handsome young man just a beggar wandering the streets? His entire face was
covered in mud. It was a wonder that Nian Kongcui could find such a handsome person amidst all that filth and take him as a disciple. Yin
Yuan couldn't help but feel envious.

Yan Se's beauty surpassed even the hundred beauties of the Flower Pavilion; he was truly breathtaking
… Had Nian Kongcui, after raising Yan Se for so many years, never been tempted to eat him?

Yin Yuan deeply suspected that Nian Kongcui, despite his gentle and refined demeanor and high standards of professional ethics—for example, in all these years
, Yin Yuan had never seen Nian Kongcui become aroused by watching erotic films, truly a gentleman like Liu Xiahui—

was more like a born impotent man. Yin Yuan inwardly scoffed, "It's more like he's just naturally impotent." And this kid before him, humph… when he was a child
serving Nian Kongcui, he could see the awkwardness of his budding genitals, but now, aside from that arrogant temper , he's just like his master, a hypocrite with an impassive face! Doesn't he realize that he can't even get an erection
to embrace three thousand beauties ?

As Yan Se painted the entire erotic picture [the whole thing], so beautiful and gorgeous that it was almost blinding, Yin Yuan raised an eyebrow
and casually asked, "Why are you here today... Where is your master?" Yan Se's solo arrival today
startled him. His master hadn't retired yet; why was he entrusted with such a great responsibility as a disciple?

A hint of sarcasm played on Yin Yuan's lips, but he remained impassive, watching the arrogant, handsome young man before him freeze
, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Yin Yuan's gaze. His once magnetic voice was no longer captivating: "My master suddenly
decided to , retiring from the world of erotic art. Because the decision was made hastily, it hasn't been announced to the public yet, which is why Yan Se was sent today
." It was clearly a lie.

Yin Yuan narrowed his eyes, his eyes gleaming with an almost otherworldly, almost demonic quality, as if he could see right through people. However,
he said nothing. Nian Kongcui's affairs were none of his concern; whatever Yan Se did was naturally
the sole responsibility of Nian Kongcui.

He raised an eyebrow, lazily seeing Yan Se out, then suddenly paused: "Oh, right, your master gave me something
before . Since he's withdrawn, why don't you give it to him too?" He narrowed his eyes, his eyes
full of smiles, "If you need anything, why not pick some useful items from my storeroom to enhance your pleasure
?"

Author's Note: Happy Birthday, Yan Se! Yan Se named the seme, which fits the erotic setting perfectly ^^
It's a pity that Se Se made me write talkative, weak ukes, and I didn't get to be one of them == Finally, I wrote a gentle uke,
but stuck with a hot-tempered seme, so he's destined to suffer a lot... By the way, the older uke hasn't appeared yet. PS:
I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, so I'll be relying on the draft box for updates for the next two days. The seme in the draft box will pamper
everyone in place of Xiao Hei! PPPS: Please comment and favorite... Don't hesitate to pounce on Xiao Hei!

II. The Traitorous Disciple

Yan Se wasn't sure how much Yin Yuan knew about this matter, but since he wouldn't say, she
wouldn't bother with him.

Taking the box Yin Yuan gave her, Yan Se went to the storeroom and selected some sex toys. Although they painted
erotic pictures, they wouldn't normally possess so many exquisite items.

Rare items kept in brothels and male-only establishments weren't circulated in the marketplace, so
they were often known in the martial arts world but never actually seen. With the power and ability of Hua Jian Tang, top-quality items were naturally abundant.

Tonight, she could enjoy herself to the fullest.

A smile appeared on Yan Se's handsome face. His azure robes fluttered in the wind, making him
look like a refined and elegant young gentleman. If it were daytime, he would surely have captivated countless young men and women.

Yan Se returned to the Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion under the cover of night. The pavilion was dark and quiet.

Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion was an erotic painting gallery, specializing in erotic business. Whether it was ordinary buying and selling to ordinary families
or bulk orders from brothels, it was all within Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion's business scope.

The status of Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion in the erotic world is as lofty as that of Hua Jian Tang on the banks of the Qinhuai River; its
master, Nian Kong Cui, is as renowned as Yin Yuan. Nian Kong Cui, in his prime, possesses unparalleled
experience , writing skills, and breadth of knowledge in the erotic world. Aside from those retired predecessors, Nian
Kong Cui's achievements are remarkable and unmatched.

Therefore, it seems that the abilities of Nian Kong Cui's disciple, the "Colorful Gentleman," are not only due to his natural talent but also to Nian Kong Cui's meticulous training
.

However, starting tonight—no, starting a few days ago—Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion has quietly changed hands. Without announcing it
to the martial arts world, Colorful Gentleman has silently succeeded as the pavilion's master, while the former master, Nian Kong Cui, has been missing for several days.

The backyard of Yu Zui Chun Yi Pavilion is silent late at night, the windows dark, and the person inside seems to
be fast asleep.

Yan Se paused, then quietly pushed open Nian Kongcui's door, a smile playing on her lips, her tone tinged with
pride and infatuation: "Master, were you obedient today?"

The only response was darkness and silence.

Yan Se wasn't particularly annoyed. She took a flint from her robes, lit the candle on the table, and walked to the bedside.

"Master, without Yan'er's company tonight, do you feel lonely?" Thick iron

chains, like fingers, lined her feet. Her gaze swept towards the large pearwood bed, finally disappearing beneath a dark red
floral jacket.

Nian Kongcui's long hair was loose, a thick, dark black, and she leaned casually, exhaling smoke. Hearing this, she didn't even lift her eyelids.

Seeing Yanse bring the lampstand close to his eyes, Nian Kongcui frowned slightly and covered
his eyes .

"Yan'er, how long do you intend to keep your master locked up like this?" Nian Kongcui's tone was displeased, a departure from his usual gentle and mild manner,
now carrying a hint of menace.

Yanse couldn't help but laugh, turning slightly to sit on the edge of the bed, gazing at his handsome master: "Master, didn't Yan'er
say that from now on, Yan'er will be in charge of the Yuzui Chunyi Pavilion? Master, you can enjoy your retirement here!"

Upon closer inspection, Nian Kongcui's limbs were tightly bound in shackles. The chains throughout the room were meant to facilitate Nian
Kongcui's movement within the room, but they prevented him from leaving.

A hint of fear flashed across Nian Kongcui's fair and rosy face, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Yan'er, what exactly do you want?
" Nian Kongcui only had this one disciple, and the Yuzui Chunyi Pavilion would be his sooner or later. This hasty imprisonment
must have some other purpose.

Yan Se merely smiled, his eyes half sharp and half tender. He stood up, took
the box filled with the props he had chosen, and opened it facing Nian Kongcui: "What do you mean by that, Master?"

The color drained from Nian Kongcui's face. Her lips trembled, and she shook with rage: "You unfilial disciple! You unfilial
disciple! How dare you treat your master like this!" She even forgot about her most beloved white jade pipe, throwing it at
Yan Se!

"!" Yan Se silently endured the sudden outburst, his smile remaining. "Master can't escape
Yan'er's grasp anyway. Perhaps you should think about how to win Yan'er's favor so you don't suffer too much."

Nian Kongcui gasped, her face turning pale and then red, her chest heaving, her hands tightly gripping her
dark red floral silk robe, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Se nodded, placed the box aside, and bent down to unbutton Nian Kongcui's inner garment.

"Whoa!" Nian Kongcui cried out in alarm, her chained hand striking at Seyan!

Seyan easily seized the bound arm, giving Nian Kongcui a cold smile: "Master, I only took your blow out of
consideration for our master-disciple relationship. But Master, you must not forget that you are still under my control.
Since you won't listen to reason, then I'll have to make you pay for it!"

He raised an eyebrow, stood up, and walked to the mechanism that held the chains. With a few gentle turns of the handle,
the chains gradually retracted, forcing Nian Kongcui, whose limbs were bound, to spread wide and lean against the headboard.

"Seyan, you..."

Seyan slowly walked back to the bedside, casually picking up a half-empty bottle of wine from the table and smelling it: "Good wine.
"

He wasn't a drinker, practically a teetotaler, while his master, Nian Kongcui, was different. He loved wine and cigarettes, and was
always willing to indulge in anything refined.

Color's fingers rummaged through the box, selecting what he wanted. Finally, he chose a pair of jade
rings and waved them in front of Nian Kongcui.

Nian Kongcui, who had been struggling, froze upon seeing the item, her lips trembling
slightly. After a long while, she weakly squeezed out, "Yan'er...no..."

Color looked at the jade rings with a tender expression, but in Nian Kongcui's eyes, it was as terrifying as a demon: "This is
the first gift Yan'er has given to Master. How could Master refuse it?"

He raised his hand and pressed it on Nian Kongcui's chest: "Does Master like it here?" He slowly moved it to
her navel , finally stopping at her lower abdomen, lewdly kneading it, "Or here?"

"Mmm..." Displeasure, humiliation, and suppressed emotions flashed across Nian Kongcui's eyes, which Color took
in .

However, he quickly relented: "Yan'er just wanted to make Master more comfortable. Since Master isn't cooperating,
then Yan'er will just take matters into her own hands..."

Before he finished speaking, Nian Kongcui's close-fitting moon-white inner shirt was forcefully ripped open, along with the dark red robe she was wearing, which was
pulled to her sides. With her hands bound, Nian Kongcui was powerless to resist and could only let Yan Se caress her
exposed chest and abdomen, watching with amusement.

"Bastard... ugh..." Before she could even utter a curse, Nian Kongcui groaned, like a lone bird separated from its flock, her
chest forced upwards, as if begging Yan Se to play with her.

Color's face was full of mockery: "I never imagined Master's body would be so sensitive. Yan'er only gently
pinched Master's nipple, and Master's reaction was so strong."

He placed a pair of jade rings on Nian Kongcui's chest, picked up a wine jar and poured it there. The clear wine flowed
down, soaking her entire upper body. The aroma of wine filled the air, intoxicatingly sweet. Nian Kongcui's fair skin tightened,
and a blush gradually spread from deep within.

"Yan'er..." Even Nian Kongcui's eyes became hazy, as if she were intoxicated.

Color was bewitched by Nian Kongcui's face and almost forgot what he was doing. He suddenly straightened up and
picked up one of her nipples, beginning to roughly pinch and knead it.

"Mmm...ah!" Nian Kongcui's area had never been touched before, yet it was extremely sensitive. Even with such rough
treatment , it quickly swelled at his fingertips.

Seeing Nian Kongcui close her eyes and frown, focusing all her energy on feeling the pain of being pulled out, Color did not
hesitate and picked up one and stabbed it into her nipple.

"Ahhh..." Nian Kongcui's low moan suddenly turned into a shrill scream. Pain! It hurt so much! His nipples felt like
they had been cut off; the pain made him unable to think of anything.

∩ Only a trace of blood came from the pierced nipple, and the jade-carved nipple ring lay quietly on his chest,
indescribably warm and obedient.

Se Yan smiled slightly, teasing the other nipple, and said with a smile, "Master, do you like this nipple ring?"

Author's note: I am a tsundere seme, muah everyone...

Part 3: Piercing

Nian Kongcui gasped for breath, his hands and feet trembling slightly. When the sharp pain in his chest turned into
a long dull ache, he realized that his other nipple was being leisurely played with by Se Yan.

The color drained from Nian Kongcui's face, which had been flushed with pain, returning.
He finally understood how agonizing this pain was, so much so that even being wantonly violated by Se Ye was nothing compared to this.
He now only wanted to find a way to stop Se Ye's next move.

"Yan'er..." Nian Kongcui softened his voice, trying to call Se Ye affectionately, but his tone was clearly different from
usual , containing pleading, fear, and, deep down, extreme resentment towards Se Ye.

How could Se Ye not know this? His years of longing had finally come true; would the pent-up resentment and bitterness truly
cease because of Nian Kongcui's call?

Yan Se smiled, gently kneading the other nipple, his fingertips tingling with the soft yet firm texture of its rosy flesh:
"Master must be unhappy with my roughness just now! I was wrong, I'll
serve you well when I get the next ring."

Before Nian Kongcui could react with shock and anger, Yan Se bent down, kissing the trembling nipple and slowly taking it into his mouth
.

"Mmm..." Nian Kongcui's body tensed instantly. Although she was thirty-six, she was remarkably well
-preserved , her skin smooth, delicate, elastic, and firm, looking like she was in her early twenties.
Yan Se licked and sucked the nipple while wantonly caressing Nian Kongcui's skin, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Nian Kongcui's body, deprived of pleasure for many years, could never withstand such tenderness, let alone have her sensitive chest
defiled by the disciple he had raised since childhood. Waves of lust surged through her body, making Nian Kongcui blush and
feel extremely ashamed.

At this moment, he disregarded his usual composure and struggled against his bound hands and feet,
shouting curses .

"...You ungrateful wretch! You...hiss..." Nian Kongcui,
always polite and refined in his speech, would never utter such vulgarities. Therefore, he repeated only these few sentences.
Soon , a sharp object grazed his nipple, and the fear of having his nipple cut off instantly overwhelmed him again. Nian Kongcui
froze, unable to utter a single curse.

Yanse... had bitten his nipple...

Before him, a man with a set of white teeth grinned cruelly at him.

"Master, although your voice is beautiful, please don't use it to say such boring things. Yan'er
would rather hear Master's moans... Perhaps it wouldn't be bad if Master used some lewd words to beg Yan'er..."

He silently warned Nian Kongcui not to anger him by pointing at his bright, sharp teeth, and then bent down again
.

"Hmm... Ugh..." Unable to move, unable to curse, his body trembled from the punishment the man had just given him
, and he dared not move, obediently letting the man suck and lick him. With no other distraction,
all of Nian Kongcui's senses were focused on the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Even
a gentle lick felt like an electric shock . Before long, Nian Kongcui was completely

absorbed in lust, her eyes half-closed, and involuntarily letting out melodious moans . Yan Se raised his head, admiring his master's seductive manner with rapt attention: "Master, you have a sweet
fragrance, like

something soaked in wine.
"

He raised his hand, aiming the nipple ring at her nipple.

"No, no...no!" Nian Kongcui suddenly snapped back to reality, fear gripping his heart once more. "Yan'er, please
, for the sake of our past relationship! I beg you, please don't make me wear this..."

Fear and humiliation flashed across Nian Kongcui's face, making him appear pitiful. Yanse felt a pang of pity,
reaching out to stroke Nian Kongcui's long black hair, whispering, "Master, don't be afraid. Wear this, and you'll be
Yan'er's now. Yan'er will treat you well from now on."

After several unsuccessful pleas, Nian Kongcui knew that Yanse had no intention of letting him off the hook. He wasn't without sense of propriety
and knew that continuing to beg would only alienate Yanse and make him more violent. Therefore,
he could only tearfully lie back on the bed, turning his face to the side and surrendering his body entirely to Yanse.

Yanse was overjoyed, his voice becoming even softer, "Master, don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a little while, it'll be over soon...
"

Yes, the pain returned.

The body was exceptionally sensitive to the sensation of needle pricks, not to mention the swollen nipples from being played with. Although the pain
wasn't as intense as before, the sensation was even more acute
. Nian Kongcui closed his eyes tightly, subconsciously biting his lips until they bled.

"Master... Master, Yan'er was wrong..." After an unknown amount of time, Nian Kongcui felt pressure
on his body. Se Yan supported him, leaning down to quietly lick away the blood, then slowly inserting his tongue into Nian Kongcui's
mouth.

How could Nian Kongcui obey? Fearing Se Yan's methods, Nian Kongcui dared not bite Se Yan's tongue
, only clenching his teeth to resist Se Yan's entry.

Se Yan tried several times without success, and slowly withdrew. Frustrated, he naturally lost his earlier good temper
. He got off the bed, loosened the chains on Nian Kongcui's hands and feet, and coldly commanded: "Get up, turn over and kneel down, stick your
buttocks up!"

A great humiliation!

Nian Kongcui suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp, knife-like gaze shooting at Se Yan.

Yan Se remained oblivious, merely raising his head and sneering, insisting on his command: "I said, turn over! Kneel
!"

He knew Nian Kongcui's stubborn personality had flared up again; he'd forgotten the pain once the wound healed. The best
way wasn't with gentle words, but with violence!

So, he walked to the bedside, pulled a long, narrow stick from a small box, and waved it at Nian Kongcui:
"Master has been drawing erotic pictures for so many years, he must know what this is for." Ignoring Nian Kongcui's reaction
, he continued, "This thing, when inserted into the urethra, can prevent ejaculation and also suppress urination… Master
, imagine if Yan'er plugged your flower stem, making you hold it in for three days and three nights, how would that feel?"

How would that feel… the feeling of wanting to die!

Nian Kongcui, her face cold, roared, "You might as well kill me!"

"Kill you? No, Master, how could Yan'er bear to kill you?" Yan Se shook her head, feigning regret,
"Master, you are already Yan'er's person, and Yan'er will serve you well from now on..." Then she suddenly turned her face away, sneering
, "Anyway, if Master doesn't let me poke from behind, I have to endure the front. Yan'er also quite likes the scene of you holding your pee and begging Yan'er
, besides..."

He slowly walked to the table, picked up the box that Nian Kongcui had given to Yin Yuan, and opened it in a few quick movements:
"Yan'er has followed Master for more than ten years, and I didn't know that Master liked these things."

The box was full of jade dildos of various sizes, all of them of fine jade, priceless, and could be said to be
warm in winter and cool in summer.

Color took out the thinnest one and walked to the bedside, placing it next to the small stick: "Master
, you'll have to think carefully about which one you want."

Nian Kongcui's lips were tightly pursed. After a long, long time, she slowly moved her body, turned over, and the chains
jingled , matching the movement of her dark red and moon-white clothes. Her long hair fell down, obscuring Nian Kongcui
's handsome face, which was filled with a humiliated expression, yet it had a unique sense of lewdness that seemed to have been long awaited.

Author's Note: "Willing to Be Imprisoned" [Full Text] is now available. Next, I will wholeheartedly continue reading Yu Zui^^ Just now, my computer suddenly
displayed "System call failed." I couldn't open my computer, folders, or anything else. I was so scared. I thought
the computer was broken. Fortunately, it's working normally again. I was so anxious that I almost cried...

IV. Jade Thing

Nian Kongcui has always been serious and meticulous in her work. Apart from painting, even obeying Color's orders at this moment is
done flawlessly.

He knelt upright on the bed, supporting himself with his hands, his bare chest parallel to the bed surface, his buttocks
facing Se Yan, making it easy for Se Yan to do as he pleased.

His smooth clothes hung low, outlining his beautiful curves.

Se Yan slowly walked over, lifted the dark red floral jacket, draped it around his waist, and then suddenly
pulled down the pants underneath, exposing his bare, white buttocks and upper thighs.

"Mmm..." Se Yan clearly saw that the moment his lower body was exposed, Nian Kongcui's buttocks instinctively
tightened for a moment.

His hands roamed over Nian Kongcui's buttocks and thighs, caressing her and playing with her beautiful jade stem and scrotum
. But no matter how he played with them, Nian Kongcui wouldn't get an erection as he wished.

"It seems Master's skill is indeed deeper," Yan Se said lightly, his tone ambiguous, neither praising nor mocking.

These erotic painters had their own methods for maintaining composure and focus when faced with a live scene
. If Nian Kongcui didn't want it, he naturally wouldn't give Yan Se the sight he wanted.

Yan Se didn't seem to care much. He released Nian Kongcui's front and suddenly forcefully spread her buttocks apart.

In an instant, her private parts, never before seen by anyone, were finally exposed. Her pink anus
opened and closed repeatedly due to tension and stretching, causing Yan Se to blow air into it continuously.

"Ah...no..." Nian Kongcui's voice trembled as she instinctively tried to break free from Yan Se's restraints.

Displeased, Yan Se raised his hand and slapped her buttocks several times, the crisp sound making Nian Kongcui feel ashamed
. She stopped, her face flushed.

"If you disobey me again, I'll beat your master's white buttocks to a pulp with this bamboo ruler!" Yanse threatened.

Nian Kongcui stopped moving, like a white jade statue, letting Yanse do as he pleased.

Soon, his lard-covered fingers slowly touched that shameful place; the tender red orifice tightened,
resisting the intrusion.

"Hey... Master, your little red mouth down there is so tightly closed!" Yanse teased,
thrusting hard inside.

"Ugh!" The forceful entry into his taut anus was unbearable for Nian Kongcui; this violation of physiological rules made him
uncomfortable . He propped himself up on his elbows, his head lowered, half-closed, biting his lower lip tightly, letting Yanse defile him.

...Nian Kongcui, did you ever imagine this day would come? Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Nian Kongcui asked himself: You've raised
Yanse for ten years, but... haven't you really noticed his feelings?

Like the tender buds of color budding when the two of them bathed years ago, like the look in Color's eyes when he masturbated, like
Color's paintings... Nian Kongcui, you really don't know?

No, you know, but you don't want to think about it. Speaking of filth, you are worse than Color. Nian
Kongcui, what right do you have to condemn Color?

Nian Kongcui looked at the jade nipple rings hanging on his chest, his eyes slowly becoming hazy. Color is still a
child ... He only wanted to keep him by his side by imprisoning him and putting nipple rings on him. Did he know
how many tumultuous things Nian Kongcui had done at his age?

However, he didn't want to escape anymore. Since Color wanted to keep him, he would stay. Anyway, everything was predestined.
Since he had such immoral thoughts, this ending was his retribution.

With this thought, Nian Kongcui's body relaxed more, and he even accepted the few fingers that Color inserted into him
, and he hummed softly.

The opening beneath him was smeared with lard, and three fingers were thrusting in and out. The tight, taut flesh of the opening gave a strangely pleasurable sensation, like
poking cotton. The lard was smooth and slippery, and the insertion even produced a faint watery sound. He
focused intently on finding Nian Kongcui's sensitive spots, but to no avail.

Could his master truly be frigid? Was he impotent, as Yin Yuan had described?

Se Yan shook his head. No, he didn't believe it. Just a few days ago, he had clearly seen his master masturbating while bathing. The steam was thick
, and most of his master's body was submerged in the water, but his expression alone revealed what he was doing. His master's fair, smooth
face was lightly rouged, slightly flushed, and his eyes, though closed, were slightly upturned, incredibly alluring. His
head was tilted back, revealing his slender neck, and he uttered a low moan, which was surprisingly pleasant to hear… Yes,
it was that mocking expression that finally made Yan Se, who had endured for so many years, unable to hold back any longer. He used a cup of drugged wine to knock out
his mentor of many years, imprisoning him in the room.

How much did he love his master? Yan Se didn't know, but he knew it was deep love, enough to do
anything for his master… Yet, he, who had professed his love for his master, had imprisoned him and committed
such a vile act!

Yan Se was torn apart, pleasure and pain tormenting him, making him heavy-hearted and unwilling to utter
words of love to his master.

…That's why his master was so cold towards him! His master often said that desire arises from the heart, and that an erotic painter must remain
unmoved by desire, so that he can control himself when painting, seeing desire with clear eyes and depicting passion with his brush.

His master was like that, and so was he.

Now, his master had actually used this secret technique on him, causing Yan Se both hatred and pain. Afraid of hurting
him, he still thrust heavily into Nian Kongcui's anus.

"Hmm...uh..." He could hear his master's groans; his master must be in pain too...

Yan Se shuddered, withdrew his finger, took the jade dildo, smeared it with lard, and carefully inserted it
into Nian Kongcui's hole.

"Hmm..." The sudden intrusion of a hard, lifeless object into his anus caused even Nian Kongcui, who was somewhat accustomed to finger insertion,
to frown.

The jade dildo was made of extremely precious, a type of warm-cool jade, warm in winter and cool in summer. Now, inserted into his anus, enveloped by the hot
intestinal walls, it brought a cool sensation from behind, but this coolness was refreshing rather than icy; therefore, although the temperature was low
, it had its own unique benefits.

The thought that what was inserted into his anus was something he had painstakingly collected to give to Yan Se filled Nian Kongcui
with bitterness. Wasn't this self-inflicted suffering? Nian Kongcui gave a cold laugh, clenching his teeth and remaining silent.

The flesh of his anus gripped the jade dildo tightly, leaving only the handle exposed. Se Yan, watching this lewd sight,
couldn't help but chuckle, his fingernails scraping the surrounding flesh.

"Mmm…no…" This feeling was too bizarre; Nian Kongcui couldn't resist. His waist trembled, and
moans escaped his lips. He instinctively tried to dodge, but how could he escape Se Yan's pursuit? The flesh
was scraped repeatedly, as if being ripped out. Nian Kongcui finally couldn't bear it any longer and begged for mercy.

Se Yan ignored him, continuing to cruelly tease the opening until the flesh at the entrance swelled
before stopping.

The cool jade dildo, already partially pushed out by the spasming flesh during Se Yan's manipulation, was now inserted into his rear .
Se Yan used his fingers to hold the end of the dildo, applied slight force, and then forcefully thrust it back in.

"Ahhh! It's reached the top!" Nian Kongcui's waist suddenly collapsed, the penis being inserted extremely deep this time, pressing right against
her clitoris. Nian Kongcui knew that although she could control the penis from becoming erect, she couldn't control...
If Yanse wanted, he could easily have used a jade dildo to play with her from behind until she was half-dead, while
she being controlled by him, had no choice but to silently endure it.

However, Yanse did not do that. He simply held the jade dildo in place until her intestinal muscles stopped pushing it out, and then slowly
withdrew his hand.

He wiped his hands, which were covered in lard, with a cloth and said slowly and deliberately, "From now on, Master
should not take out this jade dildo from behind except when defecating. Yan'er will dilate Master's anus every night and train Master...
If Master secretly takes out the jade dildo, or like just now... spits it out, don't blame your disciple for being ruthless
!"

Nian Kongcui knew that Yanse was a man of his word, so how could she dare to disobey? She immediately tightened her anus, afraid that the jade dildo would
be squeezed out by her disobedient intestinal muscles again.

Color nodded in satisfaction at the small mouth that was tightly gripping the jade dildo, but still slapped Nian Kongcui
's buttocks hard: "I'm talking, did you hear me?"

Then, her master's gentle, jade-like voice, filled with humiliation, rang in her ears: "I heard you."

From then on, Color handled matters at the inn during the day and went to Nian Kongcui
's room at night, teasing his anus daily. First, she would coat it with lard, then dilate it, and finally insert the jade dildo.

Just as Nian Kongcui had expected, Color's patience gradually waned in the face of his daily impotence. She actually used
the jade dildo to play with his sensitive spots until he cried and screamed until his voice
was hoarse .

Nian Kongcui's anus was thus trained to be even more sensitive, to the point that it could lubricate itself without
lard . The jade dildo, which had been changed every three days, was now changed every day.

Two months passed.

Author's Note: Yesterday's portion…

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