[Fantasy] The New Smiling Proud Wanderer (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 80 Pushing Down Rong'er

Linghu Chong smiled slightly: "Yu'er, watch how I play with you!" After saying that, he stretched out his hands and pressed hard on Zhao Yu'er's breasts. He felt that Zhao Yu'er's breasts were very warm. As soon as he let go, her breasts bounced up and down. Her breasts swelled up and rose higher and higher. Zhao Yu'er moaned continuously. When Linghu Chong's hands touched her breasts, she felt the lustful water in her uterus flowing out continuously. She kept trying to push Linghu Chong away. When Linghu Chong saw this, he took off all his clothes at once, revealing a penis that was about a foot long and as thick as a cup. It was covered with fleshy bumps. The glans was black and red and as big as a fist. It was very terrifying.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yu'er still retained a sliver of clarity, her mind hazy as she thought, "This...this is much bigger than the...Master's chopstick-thick thing. What would it feel like if it entered my little hole! Although my little hole has given birth, it's well-maintained, just like a young woman's. If Young Master Linghu's big cock were to penetrate and withdraw from it, would I even survive? But I'm exceptionally gifted; I've never been penetrated by such a large cock before. Why not try such a wonderful thing! Afterwards, I'll tell him not to tell anyone, and no one else will know!" Thinking this, Zhao Yu'er couldn't help but sob uncontrollably, her little hole continuously leaking lustful fluid, her face flushed crimson.

Seeing Zhao Yu'er's excitement at the sight of the large object, Linghu Chong thought, "Let's see how you escape my grasp! This woman is only in her twenties, and she's already had a child. She's charming and skilled in bed; her moans must be incredibly beautiful!" Linghu Chong bent down and took one of Zhao Yu'er's breasts into his mouth, sucking deeply. He kneaded the other breast with one hand, while the other hand explored her moist tongue with his fingers. After sucking both breasts, he kneaded her exquisite breasts with both hands, then kissed her sexy lips, using his tongue to deeply suckle her tongue all the way to the root. He then circled the inside of her plump mouth, savoring her delicious saliva.

At the same time, Zhao Yu'er's labia were slowly revealed as Linghu Chong's other hand parted her legs. Only then did Linghu Chong advance towards Zhao Yu'er's beautiful vulva, kissing her plump, lustful lips with his mouth. He first greedily sucked on them, then used his tongue to part the flesh, revealing the entrance to her dark forest. Linghu Chong skillfully moistened the entrance to her vulva, then used his tongue to find her clitoris, gently biting it with his front teeth before sucking deeply for a while. He then inserted his entire tongue into Zhao Yu'er's vulva, desperately probing. Finally, Linghu Chong gripped the base of Zhao Yu'er's beautiful legs with both hands, his head vibrating rapidly, sucking on her plump vulva with his tongue, occasionally making slurping sounds as he savored the sweetest nectar.

Zhao Yu'er raised her legs high, spreading her small, beautiful vulva for Linghu Chong to taste. Her hands kept touching her breasts, leaving many scratch marks and saliva from Linghu Chong's earlier sucking. Her swollen, wet nipples were pinched and pulled up, down, left, and right by her index finger and thumb. Her long tongue licked her sexy red lips from time to time, and she made soft moans from her throat from time to time, "Ah... hum... oh... so good... ah!" Her pink neck kept swaying, and her eyes were watery. Fine beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead as she chuckled lewdly.

Seeing the renownedly virtuous and elegant woman's wanton state, Linghu Chong released the swollen, red petals he had sucked and bitten. His tongue, still lingering on a drop of her vaginal fluid, uttered, "You're really wanton. Let's see how I serve you." Linghu Chong roughly spread Zhao Yu'er's plump thighs into an obtuse angle, caressing her smooth, white abdomen with his large hand. He knelt down, one hand supporting his already hard and thick penis, pressing it against the mysterious pubic hair below her abdomen. His fingers parted her swollen petals, and his fist-sized glans, just touching her vulva, chuckled lewdly as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his ugly glans into the slippery vagina of this beautiful young woman, crying out, "Oh...so slippery...so tight..." The pitiful, charming young woman, Zhao Yu'er, wanted to say no, but her body's intense need caused her to involuntarily twist her hips. Linghu Chong slowly pushed his large glans into Zhao Yu'er's vagina, his large hands not idle either, kneading the beautiful young woman's breasts, which were swollen with excitement, his fingers pinching and playing with the erect, rosy nipples. This made Zhao Yu'er moan involuntarily, her snow-white, plump buttocks swaying in response.

Linghu Chong alternately played with Zhao Yu'er's breasts with one hand, while the other hand pressed and moved on Zhao Yu'er's proud clitoris. Zhao Yu'er then slightly raised her head and saw that most of Linghu Chong's large penis was still exposed outside her vagina. The two pink flesh of her vagina tightly enveloped Linghu Chong's large penis, and her erect clitoris was being played with by Linghu Chong's five fingers in turn. Her snow-white breasts bounced incessantly in Linghu Chong's hands, and her rosy nipples continued to swell. Seeing this, Zhao Yu'er became even more excited. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, her uterus contracted repeatedly, expelling vaginal fluid. Her lower body began to sway, trying to let Linghu Chong's large penis slowly penetrate her small, beautiful hole. Hot, lustful fluid was constantly squeezed out of her hole by Linghu Chong's large penis. Seeing Zhao Yu'er's lewd state, Linghu Chong was immediately aroused. Ignoring Zhao Yu'er's life or death, he forcefully thrust his large penis deep into her small, beautiful hole.

Zhao Yu'er closed her alluring eyes and tightly embraced Linghu Chong's strong body. Her whole body was stiff, her breasts swollen as if they were about to burst, and her little vulva thrust towards Linghu Chong's large penis. Her swollen and protruding clitoris was pinched by Linghu Chong from time to time, while her labia majora were turned outwards to the sides of her thighs, covered with the lustful fluid flowing from Zhao Yu'er. Her two bright red labia minora tightly wrapped around Linghu Chong's big penis, and her tender little flower was being slowly inserted into Linghu Chong's magnificent penis. The lustful fluid in Zhao Yu'er's vulva splashed out with the insertion of Linghu Chong's big penis, flowing down Zhao Yu'er's snow-white and plump buttocks and the base of Linghu Chong's penis.

Zhao Yu'er's lower abdomen contracted repeatedly, feeling a constant surge of lust within her uterus, accompanied by squeaking sounds. Linghu Chong's large penis had already inserted its glans into her uterus. Zhao Yu'er saw that Linghu Chong's large penis was already inside her vagina, but a large part was still outside. The black, protruding veins on the penis contrasted sharply with the tender flesh of her bright red vagina, and her heart couldn't help but feel a surge of heat: "This big cock feels so good inside me! Much better than Master's!" She saw Linghu Chong spread his legs into a small horse stance and use all his strength to pull out his large penis. When Linghu Chong's large penis was pulled out of Zhao Yu'er's vagina, Zhao Yu'er let out a series of soft moans! Her vagina was opening and closing, releasing lustful fluids. Seeing Zhao Yu'er's lustful state, Linghu Chong's lust burned even more intensely. He secretly concentrated his strength on his thick, black penis, and with both hands supporting Zhao Yu'er's lower body, he aimed at her vagina, which was still experiencing continuous orgasms, and began to thrust in and out with a heavy waist. The sound of flesh colliding was loud! Zhao Yu'er's soft moans and Linghu Chong's groans echoed in the study.

Linghu Chong continued his actions with Zhao Yu'er for half an hour, both of them drenched in sweat as if they'd been washed. The fluid flowing from Zhao Yu'er's lower body was indistinguishable between sweat and vaginal fluid. As Linghu Chong thrust forcefully into her, Zhao Yu'er watched his large penis enter and exit her small, red vulva. Her pink flesh rippled with each stroke of his penis, and her vaginal fluid flowed continuously, her small opening rising to receive the thrusts of his large member. The unprecedentedly intense sensation of penetration made Zhao Yu'er both shy and reluctant. Her body was limp, yet her thighs convulsed with excitement. "Ah, ah... oh... ah," Rong heard her own rapid moans and low breaths, her naked body writhing with pleasure. Zhao Yu'er couldn't resist trying to lift her snow-white buttocks to meet him, but she couldn't. In her frustration, she twisted her plump hips from side to side, faster and faster, while the large, hard object inside her moved with increasing force.

Zhao Yu'er groaned, shouting loudly and unrestrainedly. She had forgotten where she was; nothing else mattered. She only thought about the present moment, about getting that person to satisfy her quickly.

"What's wrong...come on...come on!" Seeing that Zhao Yu'er was about to reach climax, Linghu Chong quickly pulled his hard, thick penis out of her vagina and rubbed it against her stomach. She felt the emptiness inside her vagina, and she twisted her body violently, murmuring incessantly.

Zhao Yu'er's tense body suddenly lost the surge of pleasure; she was just a little short. Her flushed cheeks and soft moans, her skin a rosy pink on the eve of climax, were incredibly alluring, and her body trembled with excitement. The agonizing torment of her unfulfilled sexual desire brought her to the brink of madness. Zhao Yu'er gasped for breath, her mind screaming, "Don't stop! Don't stop now!" Suddenly, she felt an itch deep within her vagina, followed by a warm flow from her uterus. She let out a soft moan, a mixture of panic and shyness.

Linghu Chong saw her wrinkled labia and central mucous membrane twitch slightly. First, a drop of clear vaginal fluid flowed from the opening, then hot fluid gushed out and dripped onto the ground.

Looking at Zhao Yu'er's unsatisfied expression, Linghu Chong felt a surge of triumph, thinking, "This little vixen wants an orgasm? Not so easy. Tonight, I won't let you have it easy." Linghu Chong leered at Zhao Yu'er, saying, "Feels good, doesn't it, Yu'er! Do you want me to fuck your little cunt again?!" As he spoke, one hand continued to knead Zhao Yu'er's breasts, while the other hand pressed and rubbed her clitoris rapidly.

Zhao Yu'er's face flushed red: "Ah! Hmm! No!!" She slowly swayed her lower body, yielding to Linghu Chong's lewd hands. Her left hand kept squeezing her proud breasts, while her right hand reached out to touch Linghu Chong's enormous penis, guiding it towards her lower body. Linghu Chong leaned down and kissed Zhao Yu'er's alluring red lips. Zhao Yu'er immediately returned the kiss passionately, her lower body automatically opening to its maximum extent. Linghu Chong did not insert his enormous penis into Zhao Yu'er's vagina again. Instead, he continuously swept his glans back and forth across Zhao Yu'er's exposed clitoris, which was swollen to its limit and the size of a thumbprint.

The weather was so hot at this time, and Zhao Yu'er was already drenched in fragrant sweat, with glistening dewdrops hanging on her lower abdomen, breasts, and nipples, exuding a uniquely feminine fragrance; that fragrance wafted faintly in the room, making Linghu Chong's mind wander. Linghu Chong continued to rub his erect penis against Zhao Yu'er's clitoris while admiring Zhao Yu'er's beautiful body for a long time. During this time, Zhao Yu'er could not hide her humiliation, despair, and unreleased lust.

Linghu Chong changed his position, pressing his lower body closer to Zhao Yu'er, urging her on. His penis was like a vicious weapon aimed at Zhao Yu'er's face. Zhao Yu'er cried as she moved to kneel between Linghu Chong's legs, trying her best to open her mouth wide and take Linghu Chong's penis into her mouth. Although she had never performed oral sex on a man before, she understood what the man wanted her to do. She gently held Linghu Chong's penis with her slender hands, slowly stroking it. While she gently sucked on Linghu Chong's glans, she lightly licked the glans with the tip of her tongue; then she slowly took the penis into her alluring mouth and swallowed it up and down, licking around the edge of the glans with the tip of her tongue, occasionally sucking on the penis.

“Oh…oh…do it properly, move your tongue too…hmm…not bad…though it’s a bit clumsy…but it’s still quite enjoyable. I’ll make your mouth give me an orgasm first, then I’ll give you one.” Linghu Chong closed his eyes tightly, his teeth clenching so hard they clicked. As Zhao Yu’er swallowed and spit, his penis became even more purplish-red and powerful.

“Lick the tip of the glans properly. Open your mouth wider, don’t let your teeth hurt my baby. Open your throat, let my cock go in deeper.” Her mouth kept secreting saliva, her small mouth sucking desperately, occasionally emitting lewd and obscene sounds. This was Liu Zhengfeng’s wife! Her sacred and inviolable mouth, which had never even touched her former husband Liu Zhengfeng, was now performing oral sex on a despicable man.

Linghu Chong cooperated with Zhao Yu’er’s swallowing and spitting, swaying his hips back and forth, indulging in the debauchery of that mouth, experiencing the pleasure of trampling on a goddess. Zhao Yu’er was infected by the increasingly lewd atmosphere, and her mind became confused. She completely abandoned her dignity as a woman, shamelessly throwing herself into the piston-like motion of her mouth and penis.

Linghu Chong pressed his genitals against Zhao Yu'er's beautiful face and began to enjoy her oral sex. Zhao Yu'er's mouth made "tsk...tsk..." sounds, as if Linghu Chong's penis was a delicious feast, which she was enjoying immensely. She would occasionally use her entire tongue to wrap around Linghu Chong's penis and stroke the foreskin, while her jade-like hands constantly played with Linghu Chong's testicles. Her two rows of white teeth were also busy, gently squeezing the arteries on Linghu Chong's penis. Linghu Chong was completely... He couldn't hold back; waves of tingling sensation washed over his penis. He let out a low cry, using Zhao Yu'er's mouth as a fleshy orifice. He held her head in both hands and thrust forcefully into her mouth. This caused Zhao Yu'er great distress; her mouth was too small to accommodate Linghu Chong's already engorged penis. Each thrust reached deep into her throat, causing her to choke and cough, her face turning red. Muffled coughs echoed in her throat, and her tongue was twisted and crooked from the impact.

"Okay...stop..." Linghu Chong suddenly withdrew his penis, stopping Zhao Yu'er's sucking.

"..." Zhao Yu'er was bewildered. She stared blankly at Linghu Chong. His eyes reminded her of an eagle's eyes, possessing a kind of majesty that made her weak in the knees. Linghu Chong wore a smile that terrified her.

Linghu Chong once again brought his thick penis to Zhao Yu'er's mouth, but instead of inserting it, he used his hand to stroke his large, dark penis, letting out a low growl like a wild beast.

Finally, Linghu Chong ejaculated, a large gush of hot semen erupting like rain, instantly shooting into Zhao Yu'er's nostrils. Zhao Yu'er almost fainted, gasping for breath, the semen filling her mouth. Linghu Chong pinched Zhao Yu'er's mouth shut, preventing her from spitting out the semen, and thrust his penis back into her mouth, pumping vigorously, trying to release all his energy. Zhao Yu'er swallowed Linghu Chong's semen with great effort, but he had ejaculated so much, and with her mouth pinched shut, some of the semen finally gushed out of her nose. Zhao Yu'er looked like a three-year-old child, two long white streams of semen dripping from her nose, a truly comical sight! Linghu Chong finally released his grip, leaning weakly against the desk. Zhao Yu'er was still coughing and swallowing Linghu Chong's secretions...

"Hehe, I think you're addicted! Lick the scrotum down there too, and keep it in your mouth!" Linghu Chong was secretly pleased. With his experienced judgment, he sensed that Zhao Yu'er had developed a masochistic desire and was beginning to accept his training.

Zhao Yu'er crawled over, gently lifted Linghu Chong's penis, and continued to lick the remaining semen from the black scrotum with her tongue. Soon, she had the entire scrotum in her mouth. After a long time, Linghu Chong finally let Zhao Yu'er stop her oral service.

But Zhao Yu'er's lust burned even more fiercely at this moment. The itching deep in her buttocks felt like a thousand ants crawling into her heart, tormenting her mature body. The maddening itching came from deep within her body. The potent aphrodisiac had deeply penetrated Zhao Yu'er's uterus. As the aphrodisiac took effect, the woman's sexual desire grew stronger with each attack...

Of course, Linghu Chong did not miss the changes in Zhao Yu'er's body. He knew the potency of this aphrodisiac from Hei Baizi. Zhao Yu'er had not achieved any orgasm just now, and the potency of the aphrodisiac was now multiplying in Zhao Yu'er's lower body... The result was that her lust became even more unbearable.

Linghu Chong leered and said, "Yu'er, I just ejaculated, I'm so tired. I need to rest. You should go back now, let's end it here for today. We'll go our separate ways from now on, and I won't mention this to anyone. Yu'er is really amazing. I'm no match for her." Zhao Yu'er felt a surge of pent-up desire coursing through her body. Her cheeks flushed, her mouth was dry, her heart was racing, and her mind was becoming increasingly muddled. She felt incredibly anxious, and the itching in her lower body grew stronger, along with her growing urge to have sex with a man.

Hearing Linghu Chong's words, Zhao Yu'er was so ashamed and anxious that she was almost going crazy. But she could only helplessly twist her large buttocks. She was extremely embarrassed by the man's shameless comments, and her usually dignified and elegant demeanor was completely lost. "No...no...help me..." Zhao Yu'er felt like she was on fire, her forehead was sweating, her brows were furrowed, and she looked at him anxiously.

"How can I save you?..." "I...I..." Zhao Yu'er's body convulsed, her mouth trembling as she searched for the right words. To say anything was an insult to someone of her status; how could such vulgar and filthy words come from her mouth!

But the drug's effects were relentless in her body; her juices flowed like a burst dam, running down her thighs, and the pain deep within her felt like being bitten by a thousand ants.

"Put it in...help me...I can't take it anymore..." The usually proud and self-assured Zhao Yu'er's eyes were brimming with desire as she looked at him with pleading eyes, almost begging.

"Put it in? Put what in?...Remember to speak clearly when you talk to me in the future, otherwise I won't understand Yu'er's words..." Linghu Chong said with a lewd grin.

Poor Zhao Yu'er's entire body was flushed red, covered in a fine layer of sweat, her face was crimson, and her lower body had changed even more. Her once petite vulva was now noticeably thicker, widening and splitting open on its own, with a constant flow of vaginal fluid seeping from the opening, soaking her vulva and buttocks until they were glistening.

Zhao Yu'er's buttocks swayed involuntarily back and forth, her lips moving as she emitted muffled, intermittent moans. Anyone could see that this beautiful woman was suffering under the torment of the aphrodisiac.

"...Yes...please...use your big cock...to insert into my vulva..." Zhao Yu'er closed her beautiful eyes shyly, forcing herself to utter the unbelievable words, while Linghu Chong laughed lewdly with triumph.

"Hehe, since that's the case, I'll satisfy you, you little slut!" With that, Linghu Chong got into position and thrust in forcefully. "

Mmm..." A soft moan escaped Zhao Yu'er's lips, her face flushed, her starry eyes gleaming with intoxication, her body radiating shyness. Her delicate body felt as if she were floating on clouds, her long, slender legs stiffening as a thick, long, and hard penis filled Zhao Yu'er's naturally narrow and tight vagina completely.

Soaked in the beauty's love juices, the penis inserted into Zhao Yu'er's vagina grew thicker and thicker, filling and swelling the newly opened, delicate, and tight "flower path" of the young woman. Linghu Chong began to gently thrust in and out, softly pulling his penis out of Zhao Yu'er's vagina, then slowly pushing it back into the pure young woman's hot, deep, delicate, and tight vagina.

Linghu Chong had deeply penetrated Zhao Yu'er's body, his enormous glans reaching the very bottom of her vagina, touching her delicate clitoris before stopping. Zhao Yu'er, shy and uneasy, began to writhe.

"Linghu...Young Master Linghu...you...you're so amazing...ah...ah..."

Zhao Yu'er felt Linghu Chong's thick and long penis. Her small, soft vagina was already incredibly tight. Even with Linghu Chong inside her without moving, she was already intoxicated, her body weak and her face flushed. With each thrust, he ravaged her, making her cry out in pleasure, her body tingling with pleasure. Her beautiful, ethereal face was flushed crimson.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Zhao Yu'er began to breathe softly, her smooth, delicate, naked, soft, and snow-white body beginning to writhe and undulate slightly. Amidst the shy yet irrepressible rise and fall of the beautiful woman's exquisite, snow-white, naked body, responding to the withdrawal and insertion of her husband's penis, Linghu Chong gradually quickened his pace, his cock thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina with increasing ferocity, force, and speed...

Zhao Yu'er was driven to ecstasy by Linghu Chong's thrusts, her heart and soul melting, her pair of smooth, delicate, and beautifully rounded legs bending, lowering, and raising helplessly... finally wrapping around Linghu Chong's buttocks to help her "beloved" penetrate her vagina even deeper.

The stunningly beautiful young woman, her delicate red lips parted in a soft, melodious moan: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...um...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...husband...oh...mmm...please...mmm...you...mmm...you gently...mmm...gently...mmm...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...Young Master Linghu...ah...husband...oh...mmm...please...mmm...you...mmm...good...mmm...so comfortable...so good...mmm...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...mmm..." Zhao Yu'er's face flushed crimson, her cheeks radiant with spring, enduring the pain as she yielded, shyly accepting the pleasure.

As the large penis reached her cervix, Zhao Yu'er's body began to go numb from the core, burning intensely. She felt the large, youthful penis thrusting impudently within her, her entire body burning with desire, and Zhao Yu'er cried out loudly. Linghu Chong cupped the beautiful young woman's breasts in his hands, his fingertips gently kneading her tender nipples.

"Ah..." Her breasts swelled unknowingly, as if about to burst. The pleasure from Linghu Chong's rough fingers traveled from the base of her breasts to their peaks.

"Oh..." Unconsciously, she let out a sound of ecstasy, her slender body swaying, her vulva overflowing with nectar, completely soaking her.

Zhao Yu'er knew this kind of reaction from a woman when she was enveloped in ecstasy, but she had never experienced it before, because her former master, Master Yu, could never satisfy her. As Linghu Chong penetrated her deeply, her breasts were kneaded, and her three erogenous zones simultaneously experienced an irresistible pleasure. The

chaste Zhao Yu'er had fallen deeply into the abyss of lust. Zhao Yu'er felt thirsty; the more her breasts and vulva were stimulated, the more intense the thirst became. The beautiful young woman, as if tempted, lightly licked her delicate, sensual, parched red lips.

To drown in the waves of pleasure, the beautiful young woman offered her lips.

Perhaps it was too intense; she even felt a sweet, numbing sensation in the very center of her brain. The beautiful young woman was now completely lost.

Zhao Yu'er extended her small, fragrant tongue, licking the man with her own. After their lips met, her tongue slipped inside, and Linghu Chong's tongue quickly returned the gesture.

Zhao Yu'er's consciousness had already flown away from her body; her dizzy mind was a blank. The world seemed to cease to exist, with only the hot, thick penis throbbing continuously in her tight, sweet spot, wave after wave of pleasure exploding throughout her body.

The beautiful young woman's two pert breasts were squeezed forcefully, rough fingers kneading her tender nipples. Her long, beautiful legs were spread wide apart, her pert buttocks squeezed and deformed. The thick, hot penis began to thrust faster, the scalding glans brutally penetrating deep into Zhao Yu'er's tender vagina with each stroke. Her vaginal muscles, thoroughly moistened by her juices, gripped the penis tightly.

"Ah..." As if trying to squeeze into Zhao Yu'er's body, Linghu Chong's lips pressed tightly against the beautiful young woman's sensual cherry lips, his hands squeezing her full, elastic breasts, pressing hard against her slender, fleshy back and buttocks, his large glans penetrating deep into her uterus.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu'er felt Linghu Chong's penis penetrate deep into her body, into the most mysterious, delicate, and sensitive "flower core"—the cervix, the deepest part of a young girl's vagina. Touched, Zhao Yu'er's clitoris became even more shy and delicate, her cries soft and melodious: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...gently...a little...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Linghu Chong used his hot, hard glans to gently nudge the smooth, tender, shy young woman's clitoris repeatedly. The beautiful woman's blushing face turned bright red, and the repeated nudges from Linghu Chong brought her to the brink of ecstasy, her moans becoming increasingly seductive: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...husband...mmm...mmm...gently...a little...mmm..."

Suddenly, Zhao Yu'er's body... A tingling, electric shock-like sensation shot through the deep, hot, and slippery walls of her vagina. The tender, slippery mucous membranes gripped the massive, throbbing penis tightly, causing an involuntary, indescribable, and exquisite contraction and tightening. Zhao Yu'er's snow-white body trembled and spasmed slightly. Her tender, sensitive, and shy clitoris trembled and tingled involuntarily. The beauty's long, smooth, and beautiful legs suddenly rose high, tensing and stiffening... Finally, with extreme shyness and helplessness, she wrapped them around her "beloved's" waist, tightly clamping Linghu Chong between her thighs. From the "flower core" deep within her vagina, a mysterious, precious, viscous, and slippery vaginal fluid shot out. The beauty's face flushed red, and her heart was filled with shyness.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...gently...gently...mmm...mmm...gently...mmm...ah...oh...what...what...mmm...so...so much...mmm...so...so hot...oh..."

Zhao Yu'er's first semen soaked through the fleshy rod in her vagina, flowing out of her vagina, flowing out of her jade groove...flowing down her snowy buttocks and jade thighs, soaking the sheets...

After ejaculating her precious vaginal fluid, Zhao Yu'er's face flushed crimson with embarrassment, her jade body was soft and numb, her smooth pink face was shy and full of spring, and her beautiful jade cheeks were flushed. Zhao Yu'er's beautiful body convulsed, and the warm, slippery, tight, and tender vaginal walls inside her deep, hot vagina contracted.

But Linghu Chong was not satisfied at all at this time. He didn't care whether Zhao Yu'er could bear it or not. As soon as his energy was restored, he played with her again.

All night long, Linghu Chong indulged in playing with the snow-white body burning with lust. A seasoned womanizer, under the powerful influence of the specially prepared aphrodisiac, he repeatedly violated Zhao Yu'er, this virtuous and beautiful woman. Zhao Yu'er eventually collapsed onto Linghu Chong's bed.

And afterwards, naturally, Zhao Yu'er had no choice but to accept her fate and follow Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong enjoyed the beauty of the woman, reveling in his happiness.

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The days at Plum Manor were joyful. Linghu Chong stayed in this paradise on earth, almost unwilling to leave. In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day.

On New Year's Day, Hangzhou was very lively. Yilin, Feiyan, and other women went to the city, while Dongfang Bubai practiced martial arts in his room. Linghu Chong, however, planned to row a boat on West Lake and enjoy the day.

It must be said that the heavens were kind today; the weather was exceptionally good, with not a cloud in the sky, and the sun shining brightly on the earth, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Coincidentally, Huang Rong didn't want to go to the city today either, so the two of them kept each other company. Linghu Chong had the Four Friends of Jiangnan arrange a boat, and they went boating together on the lake.

Now, with the boat on the lake, neither Linghu Chong nor Huang Rong bothered to row, letting her drift

along with the current. The water flowed gently, and the boat moved forward on its own, while Linghu Chong and Huang Rong simply enjoyed the changing scenery as they drifted by.

A gentle breeze blew, rippling the water, which shimmered in the sunlight, sometimes dazzling the eyes, though the winter light wasn't strong. A

fleeting glimpse of the light was even quite soothing.

Linghu Chong sat at the bow, while Huang Rong lay on the side, her back against Linghu Chong's legs, her head supported by his arm. She said this was the most comfortable way to stay.

The little girl always kept her eyes closed, appearing very peaceful, seemingly enjoying the tranquility.

When she was with Linghu Chong, Huang Rong was much less mischievous.

She had become much more affectionate towards Linghu Chong—she had developed a dependence on him, a dependence that made her willing to stay quietly by his side most of the time, enjoying a tranquil peace and joy.

However, not everyone was visiting to offer New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year. A group of children were playing in dragon boats on the river. About twenty children, led by a helmsman, rowed past Linghu Chong and Huang Rong, chanting slogans in a very professional manner.

Linghu Chong and Huang Rong were in the smallest wooden boat, while theirs was a large dragon boat, carrying the weight of about twenty people. As they passed at high speed, they created two sizable ripples on the river, causing their small boat to rock back and forth.

Linghu Chong couldn't help but worry that the boat might capsize, so he swayed with it. As soon as

Linghu Chong moved, Huang Rong started to move too.

With this moment of panic, it took

Linghu Chong and Huang Rong a long time to calm down.

After things quieted down, Huang Rong let out a startled "Ah!"

Linghu Chong then noticed something soft and elastic in his hand.

Both of them froze.

Huang Rong was so embarrassed she hesitated to move, while Linghu Chong's mind raced, trying to make a decision.

He hesitated, wondering whether to be more reserved or more courageous. Linghu Chong had never taken advantage of Huang Rong before, so touching her breasts—a place he had never touched before—should be considered an act of violation.

Huang Rong had grown up on Peach Blossom Island and had never suffered any mistreatment. Linghu Chong thought, "Am I being too obvious in my actions? What should I do?!"

While Linghu Chong was still hesitating, Huang Rong reacted. She grabbed Linghu Chong's hand that was resting on her breast and bit it.

"Ahhhhh!" Huang Rong's "Ah" before was a gasp of surprise; this time, it was a scream of agony.

"Rong'er, are you a dog? You even bit me?"

"Hmph! You big pervert, you big lecher, who told you to bully me!" Huang Rong said smugly, seeing Linghu Chong's pained expression.

Linghu Chong blew on his bleeding hand and laughed, "No, no, no! I'm a wolf from the grasslands. You're right to call me a lecher, but I'm not a pervert. You're wronging me, that won't do!"

"Who's wronging you? You're the big pervert, the big lecher, the big lecher, it's all you.

Big lecher~~~~~~~~!" Huang Rong shouted the word "wolf" at the end, making it extremely high-pitched and drawn out, with an expression that said, "Let's see who's afraid of whom."

Linghu Chong teased again, "Alright, alright, Rong'er is right, but how about the big lecher eats you tonight?" Linghu Chong said this half-jokingly, but he was already starting to get aroused.

"Hmph, I'm ignoring you!" Although still lying in Linghu Chong's arms, Huang Rong turned over and refused to look at him.

It seemed her teasing hadn't been very successful, and Linghu Chong had been quite embarrassed by the bite, but today's unexpected turn of events solidified his belief: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!"

...

Late at night, in the inner space, Linghu Chong didn't go to any of the women's rooms, but instead knocked on Huang Rong's door.

Huang Rong opened the door and asked, "Brother Chong, what's wrong?"

Linghu Chong feigned embarrassment and said, "Rong'er, I want to see you! To sleep with you!" With that, Linghu Chong used his foot to block the door and squeezed in.

Huang Rong was so angry with Linghu Chong that she stomped her feet and said with a slight reproach, "Get out, get out now! Who let you in? I haven't even settled the score with you for what happened today, and now you dare to push your luck?"

Linghu Chong chuckled and said, "Good Rong'er, look, I'm already here, how dare you kick me out? I missed you!"

Huang Rong was a little helpless about Linghu Chong's behavior. After all, it was her lover acting like a rascal. Now, she wanted to playfully punch Linghu Chong's chest, but that didn't seem to be the right time. She wanted to get angry, but that didn't seem to be the right time either.

Helpless, she pressed her hands to her head and cried out in pain, subtly expressing her dissatisfaction. Finally, she said angrily, "Fine, I'll sleep in the bed, and you can't come near me!"

Having already resorted to shamelessness, Linghu Chong could only continue to be so, saying, "My own wife, and I'm not sleeping next to her? That's outrageous!"

Huang Rong, being Huang Rong, clearly sensed what Linghu Chong wanted to do. Hearing his words, she lost her initial helplessness and said, "Who's your wife? If you want to sleep with your wife, go find Ren Yingying and the others. Don't stay here. Go away, go away, I'm not keeping you!"

Hey! What can I say? Huang Rong's words completely amused Linghu Chong. Left with no other choice, he rushed forward and pulled her tightly into his arms, saying, "Why bother looking outside? Tonight, if I were to find someone else as my wife besides you, I'd be blind!"

Huang Rong's reluctance to let Linghu Chong in stemmed from shyness and a vague fear of such matters. Therefore, her psychological defenses were actually against this first time between a man and a woman, not against Linghu Chong himself.

Holding her like this, Huang Rong offered no resistance, only muttering, "You lecherous devil, let me go!" She remained motionless, letting Linghu Chong hold her.

Linghu Chong gently kissed her neck and cheek, and Huang Rong simply closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.

Their bodies pressed close together, Linghu Chong could feel her heart pounding wildly; she was clearly very nervous. He could only try to soothe her with gentleness, hoping to ease her anxiety. He gently nibbled on her earlobe, causing Huang Rong's body to tremble violently. At the same time, his hand moved to her breasts, grasping one of her small breasts. She completely collapsed into his arms, powerless, only able to stay upright thanks to his embrace.

But she still managed to ask, panting heavily, "Brother Chong, do you really want Huang Rong?"

Looking at her face, which was a mixture of nervousness, expectation, and confusion, Linghu Chong nodded emphatically.

Huang Rong then gave Linghu Chong a smile. Although the smile seemed somewhat forced due to her conflicting emotions, it was entirely for Linghu Chong, touching him deeply.

She said, "Brother Chong, carry me to bed. I'm willing to give myself to you!" Linghu Chong kissed her forehead again, picked her up horizontally, and slowly walked to the bedside, placing her on it.

Just as he was about to pounce on her, Huang Rong suddenly sat up and said, "Brother Chong... I... I'm scared..."

Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you. Just enjoy yourself." With that, Linghu Chong pushed her down onto the bed without further ado.

Then, Linghu Chong slowly removed Huang Rong's shoes and socks, revealing a pair of crystal-clear, white feet. Linghu Chong looked at them and couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "Damn, amazing! Rong'er's feet are as cute and delicate as a child's!"

Immediately, Linghu Chong lifted Huang Rong's thighs high and gently touched her snow-white feet with his hands. Then he brought them to his face and rubbed them against it. The girl's feet emitted a unique fragrance. Linghu Chong couldn't resist taking a careful sniff and exclaimed, "What a pair of fine little feet!" He then stuck out his tongue and licked them. Huang Rong trembled as if electrocuted. Linghu Chong noticed and laughed, "Is it ticklish?" Huang Rong blushed and dared not speak.

Linghu Chong played with Huang Rong's small feet for a while, then suddenly put her big toe in his mouth and began to suck on it. His tongue moved over the toe, constantly invading the area between the two toes. Huang Rong felt as if she had been severely injured, her whole body went numb, and an indescribable pleasure surged through her body. She couldn't help but sweat profusely and her breathing became rapid. After sucking on the big toe, Linghu Chong moved on to the next one. He patiently sucked on each one, as if he were savoring some delicacy. Huang Rong, on the other hand, was already panting heavily and couldn't help but cry out.

Linghu Chong gently licked Huang Rong's ankles, heels, soles, and arches with his tongue, while holding each of Huang Rong's toes with his hands, gently rubbing them back and forth, occasionally pulling them outwards, and lightly pressing the area under her little toe with his thumb. Huang Rong had never experienced such stimulation before. She was already aroused, her mouth was dry, her face was flushed, and she was constantly wet with desire.

Linghu Chong, however, was not satisfied. He reached out and touched Huang Rong's face, gently stroking her cheeks from her nose to her eyes, then her lips, before slowly moving to her earlobe. Huang Rong trembled violently, trying to pull away, but Linghu Chong recognized this as a sensitive spot. He opened his mouth and gently took Huang Rong's ear inside, his tongue darting around like a snake.

Huang Rong finally couldn't take it anymore. She groaned loudly, pleading, "No... I can't take it... don't..." Linghu Chong ignored her and continued his actions.

Suddenly, he made a scissor shape with his index and middle fingers and slipped them into Huang Rong's trouser leg, saying, "Rong'er, let me see if you're already wet." With that, he focused his strength on his fingers and with a "snip," he cut open the trouser leg, instantly revealing a long, slender, snow-white leg to Linghu Chong. Her calves were as smooth as tender lotus roots, perfectly rounded and beautiful, with skin that was white with a rosy tint. Sparse, light hair covered the surface, adding to their allure.

Her snow-white thighs were full and fleshy, thick yet without an ounce of excess fat. The surface was flawlessly smooth, shimmering under the light. Although the base of her thighs was partially covered by her trousers, a few dark pubic hairs were still visible.

Linghu Chong wasn't in a hurry. He slowly admired Huang Rong's beautiful legs, gently stroking them with his hand, then lightly running his fingertips along the inside of her thighs.

Although Huang Rong was incredibly shy and wanted to escape, Linghu Chong's technique was too skillful for her to resist. Stimulated by his fingertips, she trembled all over, fine sweat broke out on her face, and her skin flushed. Then, her body stiffened, and she let out a pleasurable moan—she had reached orgasm.

Linghu Chong laughed loudly, "Rong'er, you really are a good girl, I've decided to have you today!" With that, he reached inside Huang Rong's blouse, fondling her belly and slender waist, then grabbed her breasts. Linghu Chong exclaimed, "What a pair of big breasts! I didn't expect them to be so big at fifteen or sixteen! You couldn't tell with clothes on!" With that, he ripped Huang Rong's outer garment open, revealing a red bodice and delicate pink shoulders; her full breasts made the bodice's curves obvious. Linghu Chong forcefully tore off the bodice, and Huang Rong's large, firm breasts bounced out, trembling. Linghu Chong sat on the bed, helped Huang Rong up, and sat behind her, cupping her large breasts in his hands, kneading them like dough, feeling their tenderness and elasticity—it was truly intoxicating.

Linghu Chong gently manipulated Huang Rong's breasts, his thumbs caressing her small, erect, bright red nipples. He kneaded and rubbed her breasts, which were already quite high, making them appear even fuller and more prominent than ever before. The two beautiful breasts stood like two alluring mountain peaks, their pink nipples fueling Linghu Chong's lust. Huang Rong felt incredibly comfortable from the caresses, moaning softly.

Seeing that Huang Rong was sufficiently aroused, Linghu Chong reached for her waistband and with a light snip, the belt snapped. Huang Rong's trousers slid down her thighs to the ground, revealing her alluring young body.

Under the lamplight, Huang Rong's naked body shone with a dreamlike beauty, her snow-white skin and dark hair creating a striking contrast. Her cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes were closed, and her beautiful black hair cascaded down her face. Her full breasts stood high, and her two snow-white thighs were spread wide, revealing her most pure and secret parts between her tender skin. Her thick pubic hair was as soft as silk, and some purplish-red flesh was faintly visible among the dense black pubic hair. A stream of lustful fluid flowed from deep within her pubic hair, dripping down her snow-white inner thighs.

Linghu Chong reached out and dipped his hand in Huang Rong's lustful fluid, laughing as he said to her, "Rong'er, you have so much lustful fluid, do you want to taste it?" He then put his finger, which was covered in lustful fluid, into Huang Rong's mouth. Huang Rong felt a salty, strange taste flood her mouth, and she turned her head away, blushing. Linghu Chong then reached into Huang Rong's pubic hair and touched it. Suddenly, he plucked a few hairs and gently tugged at them, causing Huang Rong to cry out.

Linghu Chong inserted his fingers into her pubic hair, gently parting her labia majora and pressing lightly against her labia minora. He then slowly spread her labia apart, revealing her alluring clitoris. Huang Rong awaited his next move, but Linghu Chong suddenly lifted her upside down, bringing her plump vulva close to his mouth. He slowly approached her genitals. The inner thighs were her most sensitive spot; he licked and kissed them vigorously, drawing various patterns on them with his tongue. He got as close as possible to her vulva, then slowly moved his head away to lick the folds between her thighs and vulva, burying his nose in her pubic hair and stroking her cleft with his tongue to stimulate her.

Huang Rong involuntarily tensed her body and tried to bring her sensitive areas closer to Linghu Chong's mouth so he could press his tongue against her cleft. Linghu Chong sensed Huang Rong's reaction and gradually increased the pressure of his mouth, then used his tongue to separate her labia majora. When she was fully open, he moved his tongue up and down along her vulva.

A sensation ignited a passion within Huang Rong, for her clitoris was no longer under her body's control. It had hardened, breaking through the foreskin like a small pearl. Linghu Chong continued to lick the skin covering her clitoris with his tongue, bringing it to the surface, then gradually increasing the pressure, gently pushing it back under the foreskin. His tongue gently parted her labia majora, quickly and lightly striking her clitoris. He could clearly feel her body tense, about to reach orgasm. Linghu Chong skillfully made a circle with his lips, taking her clitoris into his mouth and slowly sucking on it, gradually increasing the pressure.

"Ah...ah...ah...so itchy...so numb...so comfortable...ah..." Huang Rong moaned incessantly. Linghu

Chong's tongue pressed against her clitoris, twisting and teasing it. Her body beneath him convulsed as if in a spasm, her full buttocks spasming. Huang Rong couldn't help but joyfully clamp her legs tightly around Linghu Chong's head, forcefully drawing them towards her genitals. Linghu Chong pressed his mouth against her vagina, sucking and making lewd "slurping" sounds. Huang Rong's indescribable pleasure intensified; suddenly, she could feel a surge of heat within her, and a stream of fluid flowing down her thighs.

Seeing that he had brought Huang Rong to another climax, Linghu Chong chuckled, lifted his head, and quickly stripped naked from the bed, revealing his well-built physique and enormous penis. He lay down on the bed, embraced Huang Rong, and asked, "Rong'er, were you happy just now?"

Huang Rong blushed deeply, but still whispered, "Yes...yes..."

"Then I'll teach you something even more pleasurable!" With that, Linghu Chong whispered a few words in Huang Rong's ear. Huang Rong was immediately ashamed and unwilling to do it, but Linghu Chong persuaded her repeatedly, telling her it would be even more pleasurable than before, and only then did Huang Rong agree.

Huang Rong stood up and sat on Linghu Chong's penis. Although she was still a little scared, the pleasure and comfort had relaxed her nerves considerably. She closed her eyes comfortably, grasped Linghu Chong's enormous penis, and assumed a ready position.

Huang Rong spread her pink legs apart, held the huge penis in her hands, and, following Linghu Chong's instructions, began to rub it around her vulva between her two white, tender thighs. A feeling like being electrocuted immediately surged through Huang Rong's body, and her vaginal fluids gushed out violently from her vulva like a burst dam.

Huang Rong slowly squatted down, feeling the penis gradually penetrate her slippery vagina, as if a red-hot iron rod was being inserted into her vagina, both hot and itchy, an indescribable pleasure washing over her. Slowly, her blood began to boil, and she even felt a little dizzy. The thick penis stopped moving forward in Huang Rong's open vagina. Her cherry-like mouth was slightly parted, and a look of pleasure and comfort appeared on her face.

She dared not squat down any further, after all, it was an embarrassing thing for a girl. She hoped that Linghu Chong could push his penis upward. But Linghu Chong was determined for Huang Rong to do it herself, and now he just lay there motionless, only his thick penis standing high, trembling in waves due to excessive excitement.

Huang Rong paused for a while, and seeing that Linghu Chong still did not move, she knew his intention. She could only sigh softly and try to continue inserting. Huang Rong felt that the glans had reached her clitoris, but she continued to squat down, and finally inserted nearly ten inches. Huang Rong suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body, knowing that she had given her precious virginity to her beloved. So she tried to twist her body, and a wave of pleasure rushed into her mind.

"Ah!" Huang Rong's buttocks writhed even more violently, her body rising and falling rhythmically, her full, firm breasts swaying with her movements. At this moment, she no longer cared about the swaying of her breasts, only wanting the penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina. She leaned back in pleasure, quickly bracing herself with her hands on Linghu Chong's legs to keep from losing her balance, her buttocks shaking even more wildly, her large breasts swaying up and down and side to side. Stimulated

by Huang Rong, Linghu Chong also began to thrust upwards a few times in sync with the speed of her hip movements, further intensifying Huang Rong's pleasure. It felt as if her blood was about to burst forth; her whole body trembled uncontrollably, she was almost in a daze, and saliva even dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Huang Rong's breathing became increasingly rapid; the unexpected, intense stimulation surged through every corner of her body, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their cries of pleasure echoing from the small boat.

Huang Rong felt her uterus contracting repeatedly, the penis relentlessly penetrating her, each thrust reaching the depths of her soul. She involuntarily began to moan louder: "Mmm...so good..."

Huang Rong began to cry out: "...Ah...faster...Brother Chong...oh...God...I'm coming...mmm...ah...I'm going to heaven...God! Save me...I'm dying...ah..." A surge of climax followed, and Huang Rong ejaculated her first vaginal fluid...

her body slumped down, she lay on Linghu Chong's feet, panting heavily. Linghu Chong's penis was still inside her. After resting for a moment, she forcefully sat up again, tightly gripping the penis with her vulva, her buttocks still twisting, beginning the second wave of thrusts. Her vulva tightly clamped onto the penis, one hand stimulating her clitoris, the other vigorously kneading her breasts.

Seeing her completely absorbed in sexual pleasure, Linghu Chong laughed heartily, reached out and grasped her full breasts, kneading them vigorously. He then straightened up and tightly embraced Huang Rong, pressing their skin together and rubbing their bodies against each other. At the same time, their lips met again, sucking wildly.

Under this intense stimulation, Huang Rong twisted her hips a few more times, and Linghu Chong finally couldn't help but shudder, letting out a tiger-like roar as his semen gushed out into Huang Rong's womb without a single drop wasted. She seemed to feel the penis swelling and convulsing inside her vagina, and liquid spraying like a jet onto her uterine wall. She kept crying out, "Don't stop... I want more... give me more..."

Linghu Chong roared as he ejaculated, then pushed Huang Rong onto the bed and said, "Rong'er, now I'll serve you!" Huang Rong hummed in agreement. He spread her plump, long legs wide, exposing her vulva as much as possible, and thrust his enormous penis into her tight vagina, penetrating completely. Huang Rong felt a sharp pain in her vulva, a painful swelling inside her vagina, and couldn't help but cry out.

Linghu Chong, like a mad horse galloping across the plains, rose and fell, thrusting back and forth. Huang Rong immediately felt a pleasurable sensation in her vagina, which gradually became intensely itchy. A thick, pale yellow fluid gushed out like a spring, and her plump labia tightly gripped his thick penis, opening and closing.

"Faster...faster...I...I'm so itchy...I'm dying...humph..." Huang Rong's alluring eyes narrowed to slits, her slender waist swaying. "I...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...I'm going to...so beautiful...so comfortable...uh...you...you're so amazing...I...I'm going to heaven...I'm coming...humph...woo...ahhh..."

Huang Rong's body convulsed violently, her legs kicking several times, and milky white semen spurted from her vagina. She felt spasms emanating from her vagina, quickly spreading to her pelvis and entire body, her mouth constantly moaning.

Linghu Chong laughed, withdrew his penis, and rubbed the glans around Huang Rong's vulva. Stimulated, Huang Rong involuntarily twisted her waist forward. Linghu Chong slowly inserted his penis, then withdrew it, and patiently repeated the process: nine shallow insertions, one full insertion, withdrawing only a third of the way in.

Huang Rong gradually grew impatient; she craved Linghu Chong to go all the way in each time: "I...want...ah...ah...faster...faster..."

Finally, Huang Rong couldn't bear it any longer, panting and twisting her waist, whimpering, "Brother Chong...give...to me...I can't take it anymore..."

Linghu Chong remained silent, only continuing to thrust in and out of Huang Rong's vagina. Huang Rong finally broke down completely, disregarding Linghu Chong's presence in the adjacent room, and cried out loudly, "Good...good brother...please...please...tear Rong'er apart..."

Only then did Linghu Chong use his enormous penis to thrust into her fully awakened vagina, his powerful body surging as he violently pulled it all the way out and then thrust it back in! Each time, it went all the way in. Huang Rong felt Linghu Chong's scrotum slapping against her buttocks, while his penis pressed deep into her vaginal walls with each thrust, sending her soaring to the heavens.

"Yes...faster...faster...ah...gently...a little...right...there...ah...ah..."

Their genitals were overflowing with fluids, each thrust producing a "plop, plop" sound as they rubbed together! The ecstasy caused Huang Rong to convulse, trembling uncontrollably, crying out, "Good...good...Brother Chong...I...I...I'm going to die..."

Orgasms came one after another, each more stimulating and pleasurable than the last!

After a fierce battle lasting over half an hour, Huang Rong finally couldn't hold back any longer. She clamped her thighs tightly around Linghu Chong's body, her whole body trembling violently like a sieve. Then, she suddenly arched her body upwards, all her muscles tensing, her body arching and trembling incessantly. Her hands gripped Linghu Chong's body tightly, her mouth wide open, letting out an extremely painful "Oh..." sound. Her vaginal fluids gushed out like a fountain from deep within her vagina, making Linghu Chong's pubic hair sticky and wet.

Almost simultaneously, Linghu Chong also cried out, his semen spurting out, more than a dozen spurts in total, instantly filling Huang Rong's vagina completely. Both of them reached the peak of pleasure at the same time.

Linghu Chong took a breath and said, "Rong'er, rest for a bit, I have something else for you to try!" Hearing this, Huang Rong was both afraid and expectant, obediently leaning against Linghu Chong's chest, not daring to speak.

After resting for a while, Linghu Chong regained his energy, sat up, and manipulated Huang Rong, making her lie on all fours like a female dog, her plump, white buttocks raised high. He then spread her buttocks and began licking her tight, alluring anus with his tongue. Huang Rong, who had never experienced such pleasure before, was overwhelmed by the piercing sensation. She felt her emptiness and thirst intensify many times over, and her hands desperately needed to embrace something. She couldn't help but moan anxiously, "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore! Brother Chong...Brother Chong, think of something..."

Linghu Chong smiled slightly, raised his head, and slowly inserted his middle finger into Huang Rong's anus. Huang Rong trembled all over, afraid to move, her mind a complete mess.

Linghu Chong's finger touched inside Huang Rong's anus, applying slight pressure with his fingertip, and then began to knead. Shyness and nervousness made Huang Rong try even harder to contract her anus, but Linghu Chong's fingers dug and kneaded as if trying to pull it out. Huang Rong swayed her hips from side to side and subconsciously tried to escape forward, but she couldn't get Linghu Chong's annoyingly massaged fingers to leave her most private place.

Her anus was pried open by his fingers, revealing soft, wet inner walls. Linghu Chong stirred his entire finger inside Huang Rong's anus, and her snow-white body writhed like a snake, groaning as her body curled up helplessly. As Linghu Chong's fingers continued to knead Huang Rong's intestines, the long, thin finger inside her anus seemed to control her entire tall, slender body. Linghu Chong exerted force and quickly thrust in and out of Huang Rong's two orifices, gradually feeling Huang Rong's vagina slowly contracting, knowing that Huang Rong was about to reach orgasm again.

Linghu Chong laughed twice, suddenly stopped, and pulled out his penis. The intense stimulation abruptly ceased, and Huang Rong instantly regained her senses. Seeing Linghu Chong leering at her, and recalling her earlier disgraceful behavior, she felt utterly ashamed and mortified. Though her mind was a jumble of emotions, filled with self-reproach and a yearning for sex, her wet, slippery lower body felt burning hot, an indescribable emptiness and discomfort. She desperately hoped someone would fill the void in her lower body.

Linghu Chong simply smiled silently, quietly teasing Huang Rong's anus, caressing her nipples and inner thighs, but deliberately avoiding her labia, clitoris, and other sensitive areas.

For the first time in her life, Huang Rong had been forcibly dragged back from the gates of paradise, feeling an unbearable itch; this feeling was truly unbearable. She couldn't help but pant, knowing only that her lower body was constantly writhing, as if pleading, but she dared not think too much about what her body was pleading for, nor dared she look at Linghu Chong again.

With a chuckle, Linghu Chong inserted his finger into Huang Rong's anus again. Huang Rong cried out, "Ah!" This time, the sound was a mixture of shyness and pleasure. This insertion was truly like rain after a long drought; for a moment, she had a strange feeling that such pleasure made her life worthwhile.

Linghu Chong continued thrusting, and Huang Rong, who had been waiting for so long, soon felt a warm current spreading from the soles of her feet throughout her body. This time, she didn't resist as much. Then Linghu Chong stopped, leaving only one finger gently moving inside Huang Rong's anus. Huang Rong was naturally disappointed and uncomfortable. Linghu Chong was very patient, repeating this five or six times, each time thrusting and then immediately withdrawing just before her orgasm.

At this moment, Linghu Chong held Huang Rong tightly at the lower body, his fingers once again probing her anus, while his lower body thrust rapidly and forcefully into her vagina, this time refusing to stop. Suddenly, Huang Rong's entire body stiffened, her brows furrowed, her expression a mixture of pain, despair, and sorrow. She let out a loud cry, "Ahhh...ahhh..." indescribably melodious yet indescribably lewd. Her naked body arched, drawing a beautiful curve like a perfect jade statue.

Linghu Chong felt her silky smooth vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, waves of warm love fluid gushing from the depths of the beauty beneath him, drenching his deeply penetrating glans.

Huang Rong's arched body stiffened for a moment, her long cry gradually ending, and her entire body suddenly collapsed; Linghu Chong quickly caught her to prevent her from falling to the ground. Seeing Huang Rong exhausted from the intense orgasm, Linghu Chong became even more excited, his penis swelling, yet miraculously, he did not ejaculate immediately. Behind Huang Rong, who was weak yet alluring, Linghu Chong continued to ravage her anus with one hand, while the other alternately caressed her soft, fragrant breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. His mouth licked the sweat from her back, and his lower body continued its relentless thrusting.

Huang Rong, still recovering from her orgasm, was extremely sensitive and in agony, only able to moan unconsciously. Linghu Chong thrust casually for a while longer, and seeing Huang Rong gradually regaining her senses, he laughed, "How was it, Rong'er? It was quite pleasurable for your husband to fuck you from behind, wasn't it? Hehe." Shy Huang Rong couldn't speak, only lowering her head and turning her face away.

Linghu Chong deliberately withdrew his finger from Huang Rong's anus and brought it to her nose, saying, "Rong'er's asshole really doesn't smell very good. Come on, it's stinky, smell it yourself."

Huang Rong, being extremely clean by nature, didn't wait to actually smell the stench of her own filthy place. She immediately protested, "Chong... Brother Chong, don't treat Rong'er like this... Rong'er is very clean."

Linghu Chong laughed and said, "Alright! I won't let you smell anymore, let's play something really fun." As he spoke, Linghu Chong pressed his hands against her buttocks, aiming his still erect penis between her two fair, snow-white buttocks. He rubbed the head of his penis against her light brown nipples, then immediately pushed his hips forward; without needing any lubrication, the tip of his huge penis directly and firmly cut open Huang Rong's virgin territory.

Huang Rong immediately felt her anus being invaded by a huge thing. Having just experienced sex, Huang Rong had no idea that anal sex existed. It was completely different from the comfort she had felt before. Fear and pain made her shake her head violently and swing her hips, trying her best to endure the almost unbearable pain. Her disheveled long hair swung wildly from side to side, tears like raindrops scattered on her face, and fragrant sweat covered her entire body.

In an instant, Linghu Chong pulled out the glans he had so painstakingly inserted. Huang Rong immediately lunged forward, a pleading glint in her eyes. But Linghu Chong easily pulled her close, lifting her buttocks high, parting her plump labia, and channeling his inner strength to forcefully thrust in again. The enormous penis easily broke through the stubborn barrier of the opening, quickly sliding into Huang Rong's rectum.

When her anus once again gripped the thickest part of Linghu Chong's penis, it was stretched to its limit, the previously clear folds of flesh disappearing. Huang Rong could hardly believe how she had been so humiliated.

With no lubrication between his penis and her vaginal walls, she felt as if a wooden stick was piercing her body. The intense friction and pain made her frown and try to clench her teeth. "There are such shameful and disgusting things in the world, even more shameful than before (completely forgetting her wanton behavior just now)..." The unbearable humiliation filling her mind and the intense pain piercing her body had left Huang Rong completely bewildered.

The thought of being able to play with such a beautiful woman today filled Linghu Chong with an intense sense of conquest; moreover, Huang Rong's untouched, soft anus contracted ten or a hundred times more strongly than any woman's vagina. Even with his many experiences, when he finally gradually and completely penetrated the bottom of Huang Rong's rectum, he almost ejaculated on the spot. He quickly took a deep breath and steadied himself.

Linghu Chong did not rush to thrust forcefully, but instead began to slowly rotate his waist, repeatedly making circular movements, savoring this divine pleasure. The penis inside her anus was already swollen to its limit, and under the multiple physical and mental stimulations, it was engorged with blood to an unprecedented size, with bulging blue veins clearly visible. With his movements, the soft, tender flesh of Huang Rong's anus twisted.

Linghu Chong's face revealed a lewd smile again, pressing Huang Rong's head onto the bed while caressing her elastic breasts and pinching her beautiful nipples hard.

He rotated inside her for a while, enjoying the hot and tight feeling, and began to slowly thrust in and out. Huang Rong's body had no lubrication, so she naturally only felt pain, not any pleasure from anal sex. Although she was unwilling to admit defeat and tried her best to endure the excruciating pain, she began to moan softly involuntarily.

Linghu Chong, however, also let out a different moan. He had only thrust a few times when he felt as if all the blood in his body was concentrated in his penis. The tender flesh inside Huang Rong's intestines tightly gripped him, and it seemed as if an unknown force was driving him to go faster and faster. After a dozen or so thrusts, Linghu Chong gradually channeled his inner strength, increasing the speed of his movements.

Huang Rong felt as if struck by lightning, her lower body as if electrocuted. "Ah...ah...ah ah..." she finally couldn't bear it any longer, screaming wildly.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Linghu Chong channeled his strength, increasing the speed of his movements. Huang Rong felt as if struck by lightning, her lower body as if electrocuted.

"Ah...ah...ah ah..." she finally couldn't bear it any longer, screaming wildly, her body twisting desperately.

Huang Rong's body was already incredibly fragile. Linghu Chong's slow thrusts were bearable, but when his powerful, rapid friction rubbed against her most delicate and private parts, the feeling was comparable only to being dragged naked by a galloping horse, the pain and humiliation a hundred times greater. This pain far surpassed being cut or whipped, far surpassed any torture in the world, completely different from the pleasure she had felt earlier. Huang Rong couldn't help but shed tears.

Huang Rong's fairy-like beautiful body felt as if it had been torn in two. Waves of pain she had never experienced before assaulted her. In excruciating agony, she could only desperately cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face and cold sweat. Linghu Chong, however, remained deaf to her cries, continuing to accelerate. It was unclear whether he was simply indifferent or deliberately wanted to hear the beautiful woman's sweet screams.

"It hurts... Brother Chong... Stop... Spare me... Rong'er can't take it anymore... Please spare me... Ah... Ah... It hurts so much... Ah..." Unable to speak, Huang Rong cried out in her heart, but even if Linghu Chong could hear her, he would probably only thrust even more triumphantly. As

Linghu Chong withdrew, he suddenly noticed a small amount of blood on his penis. He guessed that the delicate skin inside her anus had already been chafed raw, but he hadn't noticed it in his pleasure. Linghu Chong felt a pang of pity, but then he remembered that women in this era were nothing more than tools for sexual gratification. He could be kind to them normally, but in bed he had to unleash his full power, to make her truly understand his might. Ignoring

Huang Rong, he thrust his hips forward, his penis plunging in again, pumping frantically until he reached climax. Huang Rong felt the massive object inside her suddenly swell rapidly, then gushed out streams of hot fluid. Linghu Chong ejaculated repeatedly into Huang Rong's rectum, then weakly covered her back with his upper body.

As Linghu Chong slowly withdrew from Huang Rong's now unresponsive body, a few drops of blood flowed from her anus along with the white semen, soaking the grass beneath her.

Linghu Chong let out a long breath and laughed loudly, "Ah! This is what sex between a man and a woman should be like! I'm so lucky! Hahaha..." Then, he kissed Huang Rong on the cheek and said, "Rong'er, I'm sorry! I was a little rough just now, please forgive me." With that, Linghu Chong closed his eyes and fell asleep. Huang Rong

felt extremely shy and leaned against Linghu Chong's chest, not knowing what to do.

05-17
Extra Chapter: Green Garden Heart Palace

[Synopsis] It is said that Liu'er was originally the personal maid of He Ruoxue, Wu Yu's mother. She came to the Wu family with He Ruoxue when she was ten years old. After Wu Yu was born, they couldn't find a suitable servant to take care of him, so He Ruoxue let Liu'er serve Wu Yu from then on, and she has been with him for seventeen years. In terms of age, Liu'er is ten years older than Wu Yu, so when the two are alone, they don't distinguish between master and servant and address each other as brother and sister. At this moment, Liu'er is wearing a royal blue long dress, with a white jade shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair, tied up, cascaded down her back. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and willow-leaf eyebrows, and a slight smile played on her lips as she looked at Wu Yu.

Chapter 1: The Eldest Son of the Wu Family .

In the sweltering summer of Suzhou, the sun blazed overhead.

The cicadas outside the window had been chirping all morning. Wu Yu slumped in a rosewood armchair, constantly twirling a calligraphy brush in her hand. Her maid, Liu'er, leaned lazily against the incense table, fanning her to cool her.

During the Zhengtong era of the Ming Dynasty, the "Three Yangs" governed the country effectively, bringing peace and prosperity. The governor of Yingtian responded to the court's call, establishing many new merchant guilds to increase tax revenue. It was during this time that the Wu family of Suzhou rose to prominence.

Originally small merchants in Suzhou making "Wu fans," the Wu family, led by Wu Lingwen, seized the opportunity of peace and prosperity when Emperor Yingzong ascended the throne. They joined forces with the He family, another silk merchant family, to implement sweeping reforms. Unexpectedly, this success proved to be a stroke of luck, and both families' businesses flourished, making them the leading merchants in Suzhou.

After his sudden rise to wealth, Wu Lingwen felt that having only one wife made him seem poor among merchants. Therefore, he discussed with his first wife the possibility of taking a young lady from a collateral branch of the He family as a concubine. Wu Yu was the son born to this concubine.

This Mr. Wu Lingwen was truly a minor eccentric in Suzhou. He had been married to his first wife for five years without a son, only a daughter. Unexpectedly, after taking a concubine, the concubine first gave birth to a son, and then his first wife, seemingly not to be outdone, gave birth to a second son. With two sons born within a year, Mr. Wu Lingwen was overjoyed and distributed rice widely throughout Suzhou, earning him the reputation of a "philanthropic merchant."

Seventeen years passed, and the joint venture between the Wu and He families flourished in Suzhou. While not the undisputed leader, they were still influential and held considerable status.

Now, the Zhengtong Emperor had abdicated; it was the fifth year of the Jingtai reign, summer.

We returned to Young Master Wu Yu's room. Bored, Wu Yu scratched his long, unadorned hair and tilted his head, asking Liu'er, "Liu'er, come for a walk outside with me. It's so stuffy in here."

Liu'er fanned herself vigorously with her fan, pouting, "Young Master, I've told you so many times! It's so hot and humid, it looks like it's going to rain heavily. Why do you want to go out?"

"Hehe, Sister Liu'er..."

Wu Yu looked at Liu'er with a grin, "Look at the sky, it's not going to rain anytime soon, but if I don't go out, I'll become depressed."

This Liu'er was originally He Ruoxue's personal maid, having come to the Wu family as part of He Ruoxue's dowry when she was ten years old. After Wu Yu was born, they couldn't find a suitable servant to take care of him, so He Ruoxue had Liu'er serve him, and she had been with him for seventeen years. In terms of age, Liu'er was ten years older than Wu Yu, so when the two were alone, they did not distinguish between master and servant and addressed each other as brother and sister.

At this moment, Liu'er was wearing a royal blue long dress, with a white jade shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was tied up and

hung down her back. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and willow-leaf eyebrows, and her pretty face was looking at Wu Yu with a slight smile. In such hot weather, Liu'er also felt that the room was too stuffy, so she shook Wu Yu's shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, I'll do it this once, but you can't be out for too long. If it rains, you have to come back immediately."

"Okay!"

Upon hearing Liu'er's agreement, Wu Yu leaped up from the armchair like a carp, quickly dressed, and then took Liu'er's hand and walked towards the door.

Liu'er followed behind Wu Yu, carefully observing him: a jade hairpin on his head, a beige long robe casually hanging on his body, giving him a rather unconventional air. A jade pendant was tied at his waist, and a Wu family-made fan was tucked into his back. At this moment, Wu Yu looked like a dashing young master, swaying his head as he stepped out the door.

The two chatted as they walked, Wu Yu teasing Liu'er from time to time, making her quiver like a butterfly flitting among flowers in the sweltering heat. Her light gauze shawl fluttered like wings as she laughed and danced, truly beautiful.

Just as they were about to cross the back garden, they saw the old servant Wu Gui, bent over, sneaking towards the storeroom. Wu Yu and Liu'er exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. Wu Gui usually managed the servants' chores and rarely went into the storeroom; what was wrong with him today, and why was he acting so suspiciously?

Wu Yu gently pinched Liu'er's hand, signaling her to follow Wu Gui and see what he was doing in the storeroom.

So the two of them followed Wu Gui, bending over, until they reached the storeroom door.

Wu Gui stopped abruptly at the door, looking around. Wu Yu and Liu'er quickly hid in the bushes, afraid of being discovered. Logically, Wu Yu, as the eldest son of the Wu family, had nothing to fear. But this young master of the Wu family is just like that; he's extremely interested in such gossip and strange tales, without any airs of a nobleman, acting like a commoner, often seen with his arm around a servant's shoulder.

Wu Gui looked around and, finding no one nearby, finally breathed a sigh of relief. A few beads of sweat seeped through his khaki-colored cloth robe, showing how nervous he was. He strode to the storeroom door, lightly tapped the door three times with his withered, aged hand, coughed twice, and then remained still, seemingly waiting for a response from inside.

Wu Yu and Liu'er, hidden in the bushes, stared intently at Wu Gui outside the storeroom, barely daring to breathe. Their shoulders were pressed tightly together; the sweltering bushes made them itchy, and sweat poured down their foreheads. Liu'er turned to look at Wu Yu, whose handsome face, with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, now held a mixture of curiosity and a smile as he looked at the anxious Wu Gui. Liu'er couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking Wu Yu was like a child who had never grown up, his childlike innocence undiminished.

Liu'er raised her delicate arm, rolled up her sleeve, and carefully wiped the sweat from Wu Yu's cheek. Wu Yu was about to smile back when the storeroom door suddenly opened. Seeing Wu Gui rush into the storeroom, Wu Yu and Liu'er quickly emerged from the bushes, not even bothering to wipe their sweat, and ran to the back of the storeroom. They built a small staircase with stones and peered into the storeroom through the drafty window.

Only a sliver of sunlight illuminated the dimly lit storeroom, clearly revealing the dust particles in the air. Wu Yu frowned, gradually adjusting to the brightness, and when he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in shock. Liu'er, however, being petite, could only stand on tiptoe and couldn't see inside the storeroom.

At this moment, besides Wu Gui, there was another woman inside the storeroom.

The woman was entangled with Wu Gui. His thin, old hands were constantly rubbing and kneading her silk outer garment. The woman seemed to want to squeeze herself into his body, her two white arms wrapped around his back, moving unconsciously.

"You old devil, be gentle…you've torn my clothes, look at you, so eager…"

the woman panted at Wu Gui, her voice filled with seductive allure.

Wu Yu listened carefully. The woman was Yuqin, the personal maid of Wu Lingwen's first wife. Yuqin had served the Wu family's matriarch for several years since Wu Lingwen's marriage. The matriarch, hoping to bring good fortune, had specially bestowed her upon Wu Lingwen's wife. Wu Yu was puzzled. With Yuqin's status, she could easily find a young man from a good family; why would she have an affair with this old, lowly servant?

Hearing Yuqin's voice, Liu'er covered her mouth in surprise. Having lived in the mansion for many years, she was no longer a naive young girl. The trickery involved immediately made her mind race. Meanwhile, she continued to pay attention to the movements inside the storeroom.

Wu Gui was now completely captivated by the soft, fragrant body before him. His old face flushed with excitement, and his two calloused hands kneaded Yuqin's plump buttocks. He thought of the steamed buns he had eaten that morning, which seemed incomparable to the soft touch in his hands.

Yuqin's breathing grew heavier, and her half-closed eyes completely overwhelmed Wu Gui. He suddenly stopped what he was doing, pushed Yuqin down onto a wooden box, and pounced on her high, rounded breasts, roughly fondling them.

"Oh... wait, old Wu... I asked you to do that thing for me, didn't I?"

Yuqin felt waves of pleasure as Wu Gui ravaged her breasts, but she didn't forget the important matter she had obtained by exchanging her body for.

Wu Gui played with her for a while, feeling that the clothes weren't enough, he had already pulled off Yuqin's outer garment, revealing her brocade undergarment, her bright red nipples clearly visible through the thin silk. Hearing Yuqin's question, he quickly whispered, "It's all taken care of... good Yuqin, for this one night... don't ask about that kind of thing..."

Hearing Wu Gui's eager tone, Yuqin giggled coquettishly, "Hmph... you old lecher, I just gave you one a few days ago, and you're already so impatient... oh..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Gui had already untied the straps of her undergarment, revealing a patch of white, tender breast flesh swaying, her pink, cherry-like nipples glistening with fine beads of sweat, sculpted like the most perfect jade with Yuqin's breath.

Clothes tattered, sweat dripping down, Wu Yu, watching from outside the window, secretly swallowed, feeling that Yuqin, half-naked, radiated an alluring and seductive glow, and his manhood stirred with desire. Although Liu'er couldn't see what was happening inside, she knew what the two were doing. Her pretty face flushed red, and seeing Wu Yu staring intently, she couldn't help but pinch his waist in annoyance, silently cursing him for being lewd.

Looking inside, Wu Gui's old face was pressed against Yu Qin's breasts, as if he wanted to suffocate in those undulating, verdant mounds. He stretched out his old, clumsy tongue, sliding back and forth between Yu Qin's breasts, saliva coating the downy hair on her round breasts, glistening and alluring in the dim light.

"Old devil... oh... stop licking, I'm all wet down there..."

Yu Qin urged, reaching her jade-like hand towards Wu Gui's crotch. It was almost noon, and she had to serve her mistress lunch later, so time was limited.

A lewd smell permeated the stuffy storeroom, and sweat soaked the wooden box beneath them. Wu Gui wiped his hand on Yuqin's genitals, leering, "You're even more eager than me, you're all wet...hehe..."

He held his hand up to Yuqin, a sticky fluid connecting his index and middle fingers. Yuqin blushed, slapping Wu Gui's chest and saying in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty...you're still teasing me..."

Wu Gui unzipped his pants, revealing a monstrous penis. A thick, yellowish-brown member stood erect between Yuqin's legs. Yuqin quickly guided the head of the penis to her vulva. Wu Gui held her buttocks, murmuring, "Good darling, I'm coming..."

"Oh..."

A long sigh escaped Yuqin's lips as the thick, long member reached her core, their thick, dark pubic hair intertwining, inseparable.

"Oh...it's so swollen...move faster, it's so itchy inside..."

"Yes, sir..."

"Slap slap slap slap!"

Wu Gui felt like he had been granted a pardon. He took a horse stance and began to thrust hard with his old waist. Yu Qin's legs, which were not long but straight and round, were tightly wrapped around Wu Gui's waist, and her embroidered shoes bounced up and down with his movements.

Their clothes were disheveled, their hair tousled, an old man and a young woman engaged in the most intimate interaction.

"No...uh...it's so deep, it's hitting my heart..."

"You bastard...ah...so powerful, you're going to pierce me..."

"I'll squeeze you to death...you old lecher, isn't it great to be an old bull eating young grass...oh...much tighter than your wife, right..."

Hearing Yuqin's moans, Wu Gui's penis grew even thicker, and he thrust eagerly, feeling Yuqin's incredibly tender vagina, overflowing with lustful fluids, her delicate flower-like clitoris constantly sucking at his glans. Her tight vagina writhed with each thrust, gripping his penis tightly.

"Good Yuqin, get down...I want to fuck your big ass..."

Wu Gui slowed his pace, panting heavily.

Yuqin gave him a flirtatious glance, coquettishly complaining, "You old codger, useless... you always have to come from behind..."

Wu Gui's penis, though strong, was worn out by age and lacked stamina, so he preferred the rear-entry position, having Yuqin thrust her round buttocks against him.

"Hurry up... I'm so itchy... ah..."

Yuqin assumed the position, offering her fragrant buttocks, and eagerly twisted her slender waist towards Wu Gui's lower abdomen, the two pressing together once more.

"Plop! Plop!"

The sounds of their intercourse, mixed with the dripping of vaginal fluids, echoed in the narrow storeroom. Outside, Wu Yu watched, his eyes bloodshot, his blood surging. Sweat streamed from his forehead to his chin.

Liu'er couldn't bear to listen anymore, feeling intensely hot all over. She quickly pulled Wu Yu away, taking his hand and leading him back into the room.

The two inside the storeroom, however, were completely unaware that their shameful act had been discovered, immersed in their lewd game.

Wu Yu and Liu'er returned to their room and quickly downed several pots of tea, their chests heaving as they tried to calm their excited emotions.

"Young Master, listen..."

Liu'er only addressed Wu Yu as "Young Master" when she was extremely serious. Looking into his eyes, she said, "What we saw today must not be told to anyone. Yuqin's inexplicable affair with Wu Gui must be part of some conspiracy."

Wu Yu frowned, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Sister Liu'er, don't speculate wildly. Yuqin is Madam's personal maid; what conspiracy could she possibly have?"

Liu'er interjected, "Young Master! Trust me, time will tell. This matter will soon become clear..."

Seeing Liu'er's seriousness, Wu Yu could only nod, slumping into a chair to process what he had witnessed.

Inside the storeroom, their physical struggle was nearing its end. Wu Gui leaned over Yuqin's back, their tongues entwined, his manhood thrusting rapidly in and out of her mons pubis. His lower abdomen was reddened from the impact of Yuqin's buttocks, but his momentum didn't wane, penetrating deep into her core.

"Ugh... old man, it's almost here..."

"I can't take it anymore, I'll cum inside you first..."

"Ugh... together, together..."

"Ah... oh..."

With an aged groan, Wu Gui ejaculated his hot semen, then thrust a few more times, and Yuqin also reached her climax.

"You old bastard, you shot so much inside again..."

"Good Yuqin, I just couldn't help it..."

"Then I have one more thing for you to do..."

"No problem, then tomorrow night..."

"Hmph... lecher! Alright, alright, come to my room tomorrow night..."

A conspiracy seemed to be unfolding amidst the lewdness of Wu Gui and Yuqin.

Chapter 2: Splendid Years

The rain had just stopped, the banana leaves were green, and the pedestrians in Suzhou City were gradually increasing again.

In the bustling city of Suzhou, there was a shop, richly decorated, with a constant stream of customers. A gold-lacquered signboard hung above, and from a distance, four large, elegant characters in a thin gold style read: "Splendid Years".

This was the old Wu Fan shop of the Wu family in Suzhou.

After Wu Lingwen partnered with the He family, business flourished, bringing in a fortune daily. The small shop, originally tucked away at the end of the street, moved to the bustling city center. Wu Lingwen even built a small building for his main shop, named "Biluo Tower." For a time, Wu family fans became famous throughout Suzhou, and even the governor of Yingtian personally bestowed upon the shop the name "Splendid Years."

At this moment, the rain had just stopped, and Master Wu was conversing with a distinguished guest in his shop. He wore a rich brown robe with gold patterns, a jade-embroidered belt around his slightly plump waist, and a jade-patterned thumb ring. His large hand rested on his stomach, giving him a憨态可掬 (simple and honest) appearance.

Wu Lingwen was originally a failed scholar, penniless and destitute. However, hearing that the governor of Yingtian enjoyed collecting Wu fans, he started from scratch, selling them. Now in his fifties, his appearance hasn't changed much. His handsome face shows he never grows a beard, and his hair and headwear are always meticulously groomed. With his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, it's clear he must have been a handsome man in his youth.

"Brother Lingwen, have you had any fine Wu fans lately?"

asked the distinguished guest sitting opposite Wu Lingwen with a smile. The man was dressed in magnificent robes, his features subtly exuding the air of a superior. Though his attire was simple, it carried an unyielding authority. This man was none other than Jiang Min, the Governor of Yingtian.

Wu Lingwen clapped his hands and laughed, "Governor Jiang, you truly are a fan enthusiast. My humble shop has just finished making a few fine fans, and you've come to visit just in time, hehe..."

Wu Lingwen seemed to be in a good mood, and as he spoke, he smiled as he gestured for the shopkeeper to bring out two newly made Wu fans.

Seeing the two Wu fans wrapped in a brocade bag and the shopkeeper's cautious expression, Jiang Min knew that today's trip would be worthwhile. Just as they were about to step forward to receive the gift, a man suddenly entered from outside the door. Travel-worn and with sweat still clinging to his brow, he bowed deeply to Jiang Min, saying, "Lord Jiang, please wait!"

Wu Lingwen and Jiang Min both looked towards the newcomer. His hair was streaked with silver, his face beaming, and he wore a simple robe, his expression extremely respectful. It was none other than the head steward, Wu Gui.

"Uncle Gui, what is it? Perhaps we can discuss this after the Governor has finished admiring the Wu fan,"

Wu Lingwen said, frowning slightly, somewhat displeased.

Wu Gui had served the Wu family for decades, serving Wu Lingwen's father since childhood, and later Wu Lingwen himself. Now, as the head steward, even Master Wu Lingwen addressed him respectfully as "Uncle Gui." Wu Gui was usually tactful and measured in his dealings, but today he was quite reckless, leaving Wu Lingwen puzzled.

Wu Gui bowed to Wu Lingwen with a smile, "Master, please be at ease and let this old servant explain."

He then slowly walked towards Jiang Min, bowing slightly, and said, "The Wu fan in Lord Jiang's hand was completed three days ago. Yesterday, the second young master came to the shop for an inspection and, inspired by something, added a few strokes to the fan. This old servant happened to see it and felt it truly had a finishing touch effect." "

Oh?"

Jiang Min's eyes lit up, his expression filled with curiosity. "I would like to hear the details!"

Wu Lingwen was also somewhat puzzled. Although his second son loved poetry and literature and was knowledgeable in etiquette and music, he had always disliked labor and farming, even calling it "strange and frivolous skills," which gave this father a headache. Now, he could actually add color to a fan; in Master Wu's eyes, this was truly a great wonder.

Wu Gui took the brocade bag from Jiang Min, carefully took out the Wu fan, and held it horizontally in his hand. Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen both looked at the Wu fan in his hand. Wu Gui straightened his back and said loudly, "Lord Jiang, please take a look. The fan ribs are made of white bamboo, smooth and lustrous, with a warm and lustrous wood color. And look at the gold foil paper on the fan surface, with thirteen strands of gold-leafed paper, which opens and closes freely. The fan pendant is made of Hetian pear blossom white jade, with a jade cicada carved in the Han Eight-Cut technique, which is extremely exquisite and has a cooling and refreshing effect."

Having worked with the Wu family for decades, Wu Gui's knowledge of Suzhou fans is unparalleled, even surpassing that of Wu Lingwen. Apart from a few elders of the Wu family clan, Wu Gui is undoubtedly the foremost expert in appreciating folding fans.

Hearing Wu Gui's detailed explanation, Jiang Min was even more fond of the folding fan in his hand and quickly asked, "Then where is the so-called finishing touch?"

"Click!"

Wu Gui suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand and said to Jiang Min, "Suzhou fans have always been loved by literati and calligraphers 'elegant objects to be carried in one's sleeve.' My second young master has been skilled in calligraphy and painting since childhood, and knowing that Lord Jiang would definitely come to appreciate the new fans in the shop, he specially painted a landscape on the fan surface and inscribed a poem by Qing Teng."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Lingwen's face turned a little pale and said, "Is this the finishing touch? It's utterly absurd! There are so many talented men and beautiful women in Suzhou, and in terms of calligraphy and painting, there are countless people who are a hundred times better than that unfilial son..."

Wu Lingwen was about to start criticizing his son when Wu Gui quickly interrupted, "Master, please calm down, there's more to it than that."

Wu Lingwen let out a "Huh," glared at Wu Gui, and signaled him to hurry up and tell him. Wu Gui wiped the sweat from his brow, a little nervous: "Yuqin, Yuqin, this old servant has racked his brains to help the Second Young Master. You must make it up to me tonight..." Clearing his mind of distractions, Wu Gui coughed lightly and continued, "The paper fan in the sleeve is often played with by scholars and artists, inevitably fading and becoming worn. But the Second Young Master had a sudden inspiration, inlaying glass around the fan ribs and sewing gold thread around the fan surface. This not only preserves its beauty but also adds a finishing touch!"

Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. Looking more closely at the Wu fan, they indeed saw glass beads inlaid around it, along with some simple embroidery, making the fan even more magnificent. Jiang Min's opinion of the fan rose several points.

His throat was parched from talking, but Wu Gui dared not ask for tea. He simply stood quietly to the side, his mind filled with thoughts of Yuqin's fair body, her high breasts, and her long, slender legs… His throat trembled, and the saliva he swallowed was more than enough to quench his thirst.

On the other side, Jiang Min's eyes were fixed on the Wu fan, as if he were looking at his beloved woman. The saying "love a fan as much as life itself" couldn't be more apt.

Wu Lingwen stroked his stubble, calculating the value of this fan, his eyes gleaming. Seeing him lost in thought, Jiang Min quickly interrupted, "Brother Lingwen, I think this fan has great potential. If we make them all in the future, they'll definitely sell out. But the first one must be reserved for your younger brother!"

For a fan, Lord Jiang even referred to himself as "younger brother," which was truly amusing.

Wu Lingwen chuckled and said cheerfully, "Since Lord Jiang likes it, then I'll consider this first fan a gift to you as a token of my appreciation."

"In that case, I'll shamelessly refuse,"

Jiang Min replied, overjoyed. He didn't bother with formalities and quickly snatched the fan, admiring it with obvious delight.

Seeing Jiang Min's delight, Wu Gui, standing nearby, was also very proud of his own creation. Although he wanted to attribute the credit to the second young master, the reward from Yuqin made him secretly pleased. At this moment, Wu Lingwen and Jiang Min began talking again. Wu Gui knew their conversation involved inside information about officials and merchants, so he wisely whispered, "Lord Jiang, Master, this old servant has to return to the manor to work, so I'll take my leave."

Jiang Min and Wu Lingwen, both in high spirits, nodded and said, "Then you may leave."

After bowing and taking his leave, Wu Gui hurried out of the shop and headed towards the pharmacy.

The Suzhou sun shone brighter, illuminating the other side of the city, the Wu family mansion.

Rockeries, stone bridges, and a lake surrounded the area, lined with apricot and peach trees, their petals falling like rain. Willow branches were almost broken, creating a scene of

idyllic beauty. This was the residence of He Ruoxue, the second wife of the Wu family and the favored concubine of Master Wu: Penglai Residence. This second wife of the Wu family was naturally elegant and unassuming, and although greatly favored by Wu Lingwen, she never became arrogant. She preferred tranquility and simply requested that Wu Lingwen build Penglai Residence in the side wing of the Wu family mansion so she could often come here to relax and escape the summer heat.

It was the height of summer, and the weather in Suzhou was becoming increasingly hot. He Ruoxue had moved here early, spending her days embroidering and enjoying the scenery, thoroughly enjoying herself. But this rare peace was broken today.

"Mother!"

A young man in fine clothes called out loudly as he stepped into Penglai Residence. The man, with his striking features and piercing gaze, possessed an extraordinary air. His smile carried a hint of roguishness, seven parts nobility, and two parts wickedness—it was none other than Wu Yu, the eldest son of the Wu family.

Beside him stood a young woman, her figure exquisite, her breasts like bamboo shoots, her waist slender as a willow, her eyebrows rosy, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful face as alluring as a summer night. This was undoubtedly Wu Yu's personal maid, Liu'er.

Calling out, Wu Yu led Liu'er by the hand and headed upstairs.

"My young master, slow down..."

Liu'er said helplessly. Every time Wu Yu came to see He Ruoxue, he was always this eager. Because Wu Lingwen had to manage the family business, Wu Yu had lived with his mother since childhood and rarely saw Wu Lingwen. He Ruoxue was a quiet and gentle woman, never losing her temper with Wu Yu, so the level of intimacy Wu Yu showed towards his mother was extremely rare among the wealthy families of Suzhou.

As soon as I stepped into the small building, a graceful lady descended the stairs. Her elegant face was unadorned, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like shooting stars, her nose delicate, her lips cherry-like. Her perfect face belied her age, appearing at first glance to be in her early twenties, yet upon closer inspection, it carried a hint of melancholy and weariness. Her long, black hair flowed like the most beautiful tassels in summer, and her graceful steps exuded an air of detachment from the world, neither too close nor too distant, her smile

subtle and unassuming. She wore a simple green dress, the sheer fabric concealing her figure. Her tall figure rivaled that of a man, her breasts firm and full, their perfection evident even through her clothing. Her waist swayed slightly in the breeze, her hips round and shapely, neither too plump nor too thin. Her long, straight legs stood gracefully, seemingly telling a story. Her bare feet touched the clean floor, her toes peeking out from under her skirt, cute and delicate, slightly upturned, smooth and alluring.

This beautiful young woman was none other than He Ruoxue, Wu Yu's biological mother. She married Wu Lingwen at the age of eighteen, and now eighteen years have passed. Time seems to have left no trace on her face; her flawless, fair face only bears the marks of years of vicissitudes, and she exudes a mature charm.

Upon seeing his mother, Wu Yu rushed to her side, fanning her with his sleeve as he smiled and said, "Mother, you seem even younger than me!"

He Ruoxue chuckled and spat at Wu Yu, saying, "You little rascal, daring to tease your own mother."

Then, she affectionately patted the back of Wu Yu's head and said softly, "Yu'er, you're not a child anymore. You should go to the shop to help your father and learn how to do business, so you won't be idle and do nothing in the future."

Hearing his mother's slightly nagging words, Wu Yu showed no impatience, still coaxing her with a playful smile, "Of course I know. I've been learning bookkeeping lately. You can ask Sister Liu'er if you don't believe me."

He then quickly looked at Liu'er, blinking his eyes repeatedly.

Liu'er made a face at him and ran to He Ruoxue's side, saying, "Miss, don't listen to his nonsense. He just spends all day at home fiddling with those strange Western gadgets, I don't know what's so great about them..."

Even though He Ruoxue was already married, Liu'er still habitually called her "Miss.

" "Hehe, let him play with those new things to his heart's content,"

He Ruoxue said gracefully as she walked to a chair and sat down.

Wu Yu ran to her mother's side and obediently massaged her shoulders, saying, "By the way, Mother, are you familiar with Aunt's personal maid, Yuqin?"

Ever since she witnessed Yuqin and Wu Gui's affair, Wu Yu couldn't help but think about it every day.

"Not very familiar, why?"

He Ruoxue picked up the teacup, the porcelain lid tapping against the rim, making a "tap-tap" sound.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yu chuckled and said, "It's nothing, just asking out of boredom."

He Ruoxue rolled her eyes at Wu Yu, a slight blush rising to her cheeks, and teased, "Could it be that you've taken a fancy to Yuqin and want to keep her in your room? At such a young age, you're already thinking such lewd thoughts, you deserve a beating..."

She raised her hand as if to strike.

Wu Yu quickly feigned a crying face, complaining, "I'm innocent! I never thought of such things, even if I did..."

Her eyes couldn't help but glance at Liu'er, continuing, "Even if I did, it would be for Sister Liu'er..."

"You! You...you're going to die!"

Liu'er blushed instantly, and in a fit of anger, she lifted her skirt and kicked Wu Yu. But secretly, a few ripples of joy stirred within her, a secret delight spreading through her.

"Mother, look at her, so disrespectful..."

Wu Yu said to He Ruoxue with a smile, dodging Liu'er's fragrant foot.

Watching the two, mistress and servant, playfully bicker, He Ruoxue couldn't help but smile. She stopped Liu'er and scolded Wu Yu with a laugh, "I think you're the one who's being disrespectful! What are you thinking about Liu'er?"

"Miss!"

Liu'er quickly stamped her foot, blushing.

"I'm thinking..."

Wu Yu pretended to be deep in thought, shaking his head, "I'm thinking about her... purse."

Because she didn't want Wu Yu to become a spendthrift playboy, He Ruoxue had entrusted his finances to Liu'er to prevent him from overspending.

"You!"

Liu'er had heard Wu Yu's opening statement and was somewhat expectant, but she didn't expect him to utter the word "purse." Suddenly, she felt wronged and looked at Wu Yu with red eyes, unable to say a word.

He Ruoxue, who was standing to the side, quickly patted Liu'er's back and said softly, "You just love listening to his nonsense. Don't you know what he's thinking?"

Although He Ruoxue was born into the Wu family, her thinking was not as conservative as that of ordinary people. Her views on relationships between men and women were often unexpected and unconventional. Throughout the years of raising Wu Yu, He Ruoxue never shied away from such matters. She believed that concealing them would only lead Wu Yu astray, so she simply spoke frankly.

"Hehe..."

Seeing Liu'er's envious eyes, Wu Yu became a little anxious and said shamelessly, "Sister Liu'er, I was just joking with you. I just miss you..."

Liu'er pouted and snorted, "Miss you my foot!"

He Ruoxue shook her head, thinking to herself: I can't control the affairs of young people anymore, so let nature take its course. She pulled Liu'er to sit down and gestured for Wu Yu to come to her side as well.

"Yu'er,"

He Ruoxue said, looking at Wu Yu, "You're not young anymore. You'll be eighteen next spring. Seeing you grow up, your father is quite pleased and wants to arrange a marriage for you so you won't have to think about it all the time."

"Marriage?"

Wu Yu and Liu'er exclaimed in unison.

"Yes, marriage."

He Ruoxue said calmly, "Of course, your father is your father. The marriage he arranged is only what he wants. Whether it goes through or not still requires the consent of us, mother and son. Don't panic too much."

Liu'er's eyes reddened again, staring blankly at Wu Yu. Wu Yu sensed her feelings and said to He Ruoxue, "Mother, if we're going to get married, I want to marry Sister Liu'er first."

"Nonsense!"

He Ruoxue said sternly, "Of course you have to marry Liu'er, but no matter what, in the eyes of outsiders, she's still a servant. Your wife must be of equal social standing."

Liu'er and Wu Yu could only lower their heads helplessly upon hearing this. Seeing this, He Ruoxue didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed, saying, "You silly boy, why are you being so stupid again... Saying she's the wife is for outsiders to see. Back home, isn't it you, the head of the family, who makes the decisions?"

Wu Yu looked up with delight, thinking: That's right, isn't that the situation in my family? The aunt was the legal wife, and although her father and aunt were considered loving, he never doted on her as much as he did on her mother.

Liu'er, standing nearby, beamed, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Wu Yu. Her flushed face held a hint of allure, and she longed to marry Wu Yu immediately.

Having figured things out, Wu Yu calmed down and casually asked, "Then whose daughter did Father arrange for me?"

He Ruoxue hesitated, then sighed softly, "The He family."

Chapter 3: The Chaos of the Earth Dragon

A cool breeze blew by, and the apricot and peach blossoms of Penglai Residence fell like rain, the petals drifting into mist.

He Ruoxue glanced out the window, her beautiful face constantly shifting between joy, sadness, regret, and happiness, as past scenes played back in her mind like paintings. She turned to look at Wu Yu, hesitant to speak. She sighed again, then quietly walked to the railing, seemingly saying to the scenery outside the window, "The He family, it has to be the He family again..."

Wu Yu and Liu'er looked at He Ruoxue's retreating figure, puzzled, unsure of what to say.

After a long silence, He Ruoxue let out a soft sigh, her dignified smile returning to her face. Looking at Wu Yu and Liu'er, she said, "It's good that you know about this. Your father doesn't seem to have made a decision yet, so it's not good to tell outsiders."

She paused, then looked at Liu'er and said, "Liu'er, Yu'er is now seventeen, of marriageable age. Are you willing to let him take you?"

Although Wu Yu was born into a wealthy family, and his mother was quite open-minded, he had never lost his virginity. He Ruoxue had long ago told him that matters between men and women were nothing more than this, but Wu Yu was still young, and He Ruoxue feared he would become addicted to lust and pleasure, so she had always strictly forbidden him from engaging in sexual relations. Now that Wu Lingwen wanted to arrange a marriage for Wu Yu, it was time for Wu Yu to understand the rites of marriage as soon as possible.

Hearing He Ruoxue's blunt words, Liu'er blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy hue like the sunset.

Suddenly, she recalled Wu Gui and Yuqin's moans that day, a heat rising between her legs, her whole body aching and itchy.

Mother and son both watched Liu'er intently as she looked down and then up again, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip so hard it seemed to bleed, before finally lowering her head shyly. Wu Yu found it amusing and said to He Ruoxue, "Mother, Sister Liu'er is shy, don't ask her, ask me! I'm willing! Hehe..."

"You little pervert!"

He Ruoxue and Liu'er glared at Wu Yu simultaneously, whimpering.

Seeing Wu Yu and Liu'er exchanging glances, especially Liu'er's alluring eyes practically overflowing with desire, He Ruoxue knew they were mutually attracted and their hearts were intertwined. She said, "Very well. Liu'er, then I'll make the decision for you. Tonight, you and Yu'er will consummate your marriage, so you can do it before his official wife enters the household."

The last sentence was He Ruoxue deliberately teasing Liu'er.

"Mmm,"

Liu'er murmured, secretly glancing at Wu Yu. Seeing him staring at her, she felt a surge of joy.

The breeze outside the window suddenly stopped, the coolness dissipated, leaving only the sweltering heat of the garden.

On the other side of the city, at Huichuntang.

Wu Gui, shaking his wallet, sat drinking tea in Huichuntang. The owner stood before him with a beaming smile, the scene extremely strange, as if Wu Gui were the owner.

"Boss, I, Old Wu, have a favor to ask..."

Wu Gui said in a rough voice after finishing his tea. The Wu family was a renowned wealthy family in Suzhou, and as their head steward, Wu Gui's status naturally rose accordingly, surpassing even that of the average minor nouveau riche in the city.

"Oh dear, you flatter me so much! Steward Wu, please don't hesitate to give the order; there's no need for such a request. I wouldn't dare..."

The shopkeeper quickly replied. The Wu family, numbering in the dozens or even hundreds, inevitably suffered from illnesses and all came to Huichuntang for medicine. As Huichuntang's bread and butter, the shopkeeper treated Wu Gui with utmost respect, daring not to disobey.

Wu Gui glanced sideways at the shopkeeper, grunted an "Hmm," and said softly, "I've come to Huichuntang today to get some medicinal herbs, but this matter...the shopkeeper can't remember, can't recall, what do you say?"

Can't remember, can't recall? This meant that what happened today must not be known to anyone. The owner of Huichuntang felt a tightness in his chest, his mind racing. He stammered, "I'm old and frail, I can't remember, I can't remember clearly."

"Hmm, very good."

Wu Gui leaned back in his chair, recalling the two prescriptions Yuqin had given him from the pharmacy. He then slowly said, "Three qian of Fengxia'er, one qian each of Caowu and Danggui, got it?"

The owner mumbled along with Wu Gui, memorizing the names of the herbs, and nodded, "I got it."

"Good, and... five qian of Yin Yang Huo."

Wu Gui pronounced each word clearly.

Yin Yang Huo? An aphrodisiac? The owner was filled with curiosity. Could it be that this Wu steward was impotent?

Seeing the shopkeeper's strange expression, Wu Gui coughed lightly and said, "Don't interrupt! Also, three qian of Cistanche deserticola, two qian of deer antler, ginseng... um, I have ginseng at home, so no need."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to think too much, muttering a few names of herbs to himself, and quickly turned around to pick up the herbs and hand them to Wu Gui. Wu Gui took out a silver ingot from his purse and brought it close to the shopkeeper, saying, "This is one tael of silver. Please forget about today's matter."

"What happened today?"

the shopkeeper asked deliberately with suspicion.

"Hehe, nothing, nothing."

Wu Gui thought to himself that this old man knew how to handle people, cupped his hands in farewell, and walked towards the Wu residence.

At noon in Suzhou, pedestrians hurried by, some rushing home, others strolling around at their leisure. Wu Gui weaved through the crowd, his mind constantly thinking about Yuqin's flirtatious nature, feeling a surge of self-satisfaction. He quickened his pace, his face beaming.

"Uncle Gui!"

As he walked, Wu Gui suddenly heard a shout from behind. Turning around, he saw a young man in white not far away. His hair was tied back, with a jade pendant and gold belt around his head, and his bangs fell to one side, giving him a dashing and extraordinary appearance. He had delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a handsome face, and a humble smile on his face. His clothes were simple but impeccably clean, with a purple jade pendant hanging from his waist and a pear wood folding fan in his hand—a truly elegant gentleman.

Upon seeing the man, Wu Gui immediately turned around and ran to him, bowing and smiling, "Second Young Master, what a coincidence!"

This man was none other than Wu Feng, the second young master of the Wu family. His birth mother was Shen Yanlin, Wu Lingwen's first wife, originally from Zhouzhuang. After marrying Wu Lingwen, she accompanied him on his business trips in Suzhou. The two had been married for many years but only had one daughter. It wasn't until He Ruoxue married into the family and gave birth to Wu Yu that Madam Wu became pregnant again and gave birth to a son, Wu Feng, before her.

Wu Feng was the youngest son in the family and the most favored, so Wu Lingwen always doted on him. Fortunately, Wu Feng was quite well-behaved and never did anything immoral. On the contrary, he loved reading Confucian classics, was skilled in poetry and prose, and enjoyed drinking and composing couplets. Unfortunately, his father, Master Wu Lingwen, was a failed scholar and harbored a deep resentment towards education, which gradually angered his second son in recent years.

Wu Feng stood amidst the bustling marketplace, his smile unchanged, unperturbed by the surrounding shouts and the grime of the streets. A sharp glint occasionally flashed in his eyes, only to be instantly concealed. He patted Wu Gui's shoulder and said loudly, "Uncle Gui, haven't I told you many times, you're an elder in the family, there's no need for you to bow to me."

"Hehe, it's alright,"

Wu Gui replied, his wrinkles deepening with a broad smile.

"By the way, Uncle Gui, Father sent me to find you."

Wu Feng suddenly remembered his father's instructions and said as he walked with Wu Gui, "Father received an imperial edict saying that a dragon's rebellion has occurred in Sichuan, causing mountain torrents, city walls to collapse, and thousands of people to suffer in the city. The court is collecting donations, and when it comes to Suzhou, our 'Splendid Years' is the first to be targeted."

"That's natural. Our Wu family is known as 'merchants who do good deeds,' so we can't escape such a major event,"

Wu Gui said solemnly.

Wu Feng chuckled and continued, "When natural disasters strike, our Wu family, as wealthy merchants in Suzhou, naturally has to do good and save lives. As Confucius and Mencius said, 'Respect the elderly as you would your own parents, and care for the young as you would your own children.' However, it seems there have been some recent problems at home, so Father asked me to find you to discuss them together."

Problems? Wu Gui was a little puzzled but didn't say it outright, replying, "Then let's hurry back."

Wu Feng responded and quickened his pace, but his expression changed slightly, as if he was pondering something.

Wu Mansion.

A set of eight-immortal chairs was placed in the spacious living room, and a Western Region carpet was spread on the floor, leading

all the way to the head of the table. Next to the pillars were rows of cloisonné enamel porcelain vases. A plaque hung in the center of the hall, inscribed with the words "Merchants Who Do Good." At this moment, Wu Lingwen sat upright in the main seat, flanked by Shen Yanlin and He Ruoxue. The two young masters, who had been summoned to the hall without even a chance to greet him, sat beside their mothers, barely daring to breathe, watching their stern father. The old steward, Wu Gui, sat at the end of the table, his eyes constantly glancing at Yuqin. The other maids and servants stood behind the tables and chairs.

"Alright, everyone's here now."

Wu Lingwen surveyed the room and said, "As you all know, the court is collecting donations, and my Wu family should be obligated to do so. However, we're currently short of cash, as all our funds have been invested in the first batch of newly made Wu fans. We need to find thousands, even tens of thousands, of taels of silver right now, and we simply can't manage."

"How about I take my jewelry to the pawnshop to exchange for some cash to tide me over?"

suggested the woman sitting to Wu Lingwen's right. She wore a purple dress, a dark gold bodice barely concealed beneath the thin gauze, her breasts heaving, full and firm. Her long, black hair was styled in an updo, adorned with two pearl hairpins. Despite being nearly forty, she still possessed a captivating charm. Her slightly rounded, auspicious face was alluring. Her eyes were like water, her lips full, and when she smiled, two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, making her even more sexy and radiant. Her full figure appeared quite voluptuous, yet not obese. Lazy in her chair, radiant and captivating, she momentarily shone in contrast to the elegant He Ruoxue beside her.

Upon hearing Shen Yanlin's words, Wu Lingwen pondered for a moment before objecting, "Mistress's jewelry is mostly from her dowry over many years; how can it be easily pawned? Let's discuss it again."

When everyone seemed at a loss, Wu Yu timidly said, "Father, I have a way."

Everyone's expressions changed upon hearing this. Shen Yanlin's smile remained, but it held a deeper meaning; He Ruoxue had already guessed Wu Yu's solution, her face unchanged, like an ancient snow lotus; Wu Feng looked at his brother with a smile in his eyes, seemingly encouraging yet also mocking; Liu'er, on the other hand, was extremely worried, her palms sweating.

Wu Lingwen looked at Wu Yu, his serious face revealing no emotion, and uttered a single word: "Speak."

"We can 'exchange goods for money,' announcing to the people of Suzhou that we'll place our Wu family's Suzhou fans in the bustling city, ostensibly to collect funds, but actually for auction..."

Wu Yu swallowed hard, and seeing that her father didn't interrupt, continued, "The highest bidder wins. My sister is the owner of the Suzhou Inn, so she can..."

Before Wu Yu could finish, Wu Lingwen waved his hand to interrupt, "Alright! Don't mention that unfilial daughter. The 'exchange goods for money' method is feasible, let's do it that way."

Shen Yanlin, seeing Wu Yu in the limelight, wasn't annoyed at all, and said sweetly to Wu Lingwen, "Yu'er is so clever. If we can raise the funds, Yu'er will have done a great service."

Wu Yu was delighted to hear this, rarely receiving praise from her aunt, but suddenly heard her tone change, adding, "If we raise the funds, Yu'er must see it through to the end and transport the funds to Sichuan."

Liu'er's face changed. Sichuan was mountainous and the roads were treacherous; how could she let the young master transport the funds?

"What if we encounter bandits on the road? Donations are a small matter, but our lives are at stake!" Just as Yue Ju was about to refuse on Wu Yu's behalf, Wu Yu, seemingly oblivious to any conspiracy, readily agreed, "Alright!"

Seeing Wu Yu agree, Liu'er panicked and turned to He Ruoxue for help, only to find her utterly resolute, leaving her completely puzzled. Just as she was getting anxious, Wu Feng spoke up, "Brother, you are indeed thoughtful. Then your younger brother will await your successful return."

Wu Yu smiled and said, "Okay, hehe."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall seemed harmonious, but undercurrents were brewing. Wu Lingwen was also carefully observing his two sons' performance. In fact, this fundraising was originally a small matter, but Wu Lingwen wanted his two sons to gradually get involved in the family business, so he made a big deal out of it, gathering them in the hall to see everyone's reactions.

At this moment, the two brothers praised and deferred to each other, their expressions natural and genuine. Wu Lingwen, however, felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only say, "Since that's the case, let's decide then.

Go back to your rooms." "Father, please rest well. We'll go back

to our rooms," Wu Feng and Wu Yu quickly rose.

Night fell in Wu Yu's room.

The night was cool and still, though a breeze occasionally blew through the sweltering summer heat. Lifting the curtains by the window, he saw the scene inside.

Liu'er sat on Wu Yu's lap, her jade-like arms wrapped around the back of his neck, muttering, "My young master, why have you become so foolish today? How could you agree to go to Sichuan?" "

It's a secret, I naturally have my reasons, hehe,"

Wu Yu said, feigning profundity. Liu'er snorted lightly, unconvinced.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, brushing against Liu'er's hair. Wu Yu felt that the beauty before him appeared even more charming and adorable. He chuckled lewdly, "Sister Liu'er, stop thinking about those things. We have an important mission tonight..."

Liu'er blushed at his words, lowering her head and saying, "You naughty boy, all you think about is that..."

Sitting in Wu Yu's lap, Liu'er twisted the hem of her dress, her breasts rising and falling gently, her eyes fixed on her embroidered shoes. Wu Yu tightened his arms, pulling Liu'er close to his chest. Liu'er gasped, then playfully scolded, "You bad man, are you trying to kill me?"

"Sister Liu'er..."

Wu Yu suddenly called out gently, looking at Liu'er with deep affection. Liu'er stopped abruptly, mustering her courage to look up and meet Wu Yu's gaze, her eyes overflowing with affection.

Their faces drew closer, their warm breaths mingling on each other's lips, their heartbeats gradually merging into one.

Finally, their lips touched, the warmth spreading from their lips to their hearts. In that moment, all their emotions intertwined in a single kiss. Wu Yu felt Liu'er's lips were incredibly smooth and soft. He gently shook his head, their lips rubbing together, slightly parted, intertwined.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Wu Yu quietly looked at the woman in his arms, her pretty face like a peach, shy yet expectant, alluring and captivating.

Although she was well past twenty, Liu'er was still a naive young woman. Having been with Wu Yu for over ten years, all the affection, kinship, and love he had for her were intertwined at this moment, and before her was her most intimate lover.

Wu Yu gently kissed Liu'er's forehead and whispered, "Good sister, shall we begin?"

"Mmm..."

A barely audible agreement.

05-17
Chapter 04 Wishing You Great Fortune

The summer night was hot amidst the chirping of insects, but the temperature in the young master of the Wu family's room was even higher than usual.

Wu Yu and Liu'er lay on the bed, wearing only their undergarments, the coolness outside their bodies mingling with the heat inside. Liu'er, her previous shyness gone, blushed and gazed at Wu Yu, her eyes filled with boundless love.

Although Liu'er was ten years older than Wu Yu, she knew less about matters of the heart than he did. Born into a wealthy family, Wu Yu, though untouched by the decadent atmosphere of the imperial palace, was still quite accustomed to such things. Since Liu'er became his personal maid, he had decided to give his precious first time to her, and thus remained a virgin to this day.

At this moment, Wu Yu quietly watched Liu'er as she removed her hairpins and hairpins, her long, black hair disheveled on the bed, her temples slightly messy, and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She wore only a peach-colored undergarment, two straps dangling from her sexy collarbone, her fair skin flushed slightly. Her full, rounded breasts, lying flat, resembled two inverted bowls, perfectly proportioned, easily held in one hand. Her wasp waist and slender belly rose and fell with her breath, her long, curved legs unconsciously rubbing against the sheets, her bare, glistening feet gripping the bed frame nervously, whether with anticipation or fear, it was hard to tell.

Wu Yu smiled, leaned down and gently kissed Liu'er's forehead, whispering almost inaudibly, "Good sister, after tonight, you'll be my... wife."

Liu'er gave Wu Yu a coquettish glare, biting his ear and saying, "You naughty husband, what are you waiting for..."

Wu Yu hadn't expected Liu'er to become so alluring after undressing, and hearing her sweet, plaintive voice, his blood surged. He straddled Liu'er, his elbows braced against the bed frame. His burning heat immediately pressed against Liu'er's lower abdomen, embedding itself into her soft mons pubis.

"Wife sister, I'm going to start kissing you..."

Wu Yu said with a lewd smile.

"You rascal..."

Liu'er gave him a flirtatious wink, then shyly allowed him to move.

Wu Yu carefully examined Liu'er's pretty face, like a blooming peach blossom, charming and alluring. From her eyebrows to her nose, to her cheeks, and finally to her lips, Wu Yu treated her like the finest white jade, with utmost care, afraid of hurting Liu'er with a kiss that was too forceful. He held Liu'er's upper lip in his mouth, his tongue gently licking the creases between her lips.

"You're so annoying, you've got my mouth all wet..."

As soon as their lips parted, Liu'er playfully slapped Wu Yu's chest.

Wu Yu chuckled, not replying, but continuing his exploration. With a gasp from Liu'er, he took a nipple from her breast into his mouth. Liu'er was a servant in the Wu family; although her status wasn't lowly, she still had to do small tasks like serving tea and water, so her skin was very firm, and her full breasts were round, perky, and of a perfect size.

At this moment, Wu Yu was playing with one of her breasts in one hand, while his other hand was sucking on the already erect nipple, thoroughly enjoying himself. Liu'er stretched out her jade-like arm to embrace Wu Yu's chest, her white teeth biting her lower lip tightly, afraid to moan, lest Wu Yu think she was lewd. But as pleasure washed over her, her skin gradually flushed, and a faint moan escaped her nose.

Further down, her smooth, flat abdomen was touched, a few beads of sweat gathering on her round navel. Her trembling body began to heat up under Wu Yu's gentle caresses.

Wu Yu extended his tongue, the tip sliding down her breasts to Liu'er's cute little navel, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. His tongue circled around her navel, making Liu'er, who was already ticklish, even more alluring, her body writhing.

"Oh...it tickles so much, don't lick there...you little rascal..."

Liu'er gasped, trying to suppress a laugh.

Wu Yu licked her hard for a while longer before stopping. Looking up, he saw Liu'er looking at him with a reproachful smile. He gave her a mischievous grin, and looking down again, he saw the dark, curly hair on her lower abdomen.

Seeing a woman's genitals for the first time, Wu Yu was immediately filled with curiosity. He pressed his lips close to Liu'er's mons pubis, his warm breath gently caressing her labia, making her feel unbearably itchy. Her bright red vulva opened and closed, occasionally releasing a gush of fluid, making Liu'er incredibly shy. She covered her face with her hands, letting Wu Yu do as he pleased.

Wu Yu moved closer and closer, kissing Liu'er's labia. A lewd scent filled his nostrils, further stimulating Wu Yu's body, making his blood flow faster, and he couldn't help but increase the pressure, sucking harder.

Liu'er hadn't expected Wu Yu to treat her like this, not even bothered by the filth of her private parts. With Wu Yu's gentle biting and sucking, her whole body tensed, the suffocating pleasure making her tremble, and her juices flowed uncontrollably.

"Husband... oh... tongue, don't lick, don't go in... ah... it's so sore, I'm dying..."

Liu'er bit her lower lip until it was red and almost bleeding, finally unable to hold back a soft moan.

"Sister Liu'er, you're so wet... I never noticed before, you're so... wanton..."

Wu Yu seemed to have discovered something new. Seeing Liu'er trembling, he knew she was experiencing intense pleasure, and excitedly darted his tongue in and out.

"You're the wanton one... ah, don't suck... I'm dying, I'm dying..."

Liu'er pressed Wu Yu's head down, unsure whether to yield or resist, sometimes wanting to push him away, sometimes unable to resist letting him go deeper.

Wu Yu sucked for a while longer, feeling his mouth filled with Liu'er's juices. He looked up at his masterpiece. The once-closed jade clam had slightly opened, and a fleshy mound the size of a peanut stood erect at the mons pubis. He saw Liu'er breathing rapidly, her cleavage glistening with fragrant sweat, rising and falling with her breath, incredibly alluring.

Her tightly closed legs had parted, resting against Wu Yu's thighs, snow-white and straight. Wu Yu gently stroked Liu'er's thighs, the smooth touch feeling like caressing white jade. He bent Liu'er's right leg and placed it in front of him. Her slender calf had no excess fat, warm and smooth to the touch, easily held in one hand. Her

small, lovely foot rested on his thigh, her big toe proudly pointing upwards, seemingly beckoning Wu Yu. Wu Yu lifted Liu'er's leg, and Liu'er, puzzled, saw Wu Yu bring his small foot to his mouth, as if to kiss it.

Liu'er hurriedly said, "Young Master, no, it's dirty..."

Liu'er hadn't expected Wu Yu to kiss her feet. Her small feet, long bound in embroidered shoes, were the most private part of her body besides her breasts and private parts. Because of standing for long periods, her feet were often sweaty. Such a shameful and unclean part, and now Wu Yu wanted to kiss it, made Liu'er feel flattered and overwhelmed, and she called him "Young Master.

" "Sister Liu'er, you've called me the wrong person. In bed, you should call me 'Husband'..."

Wu Yu said with a smile, "To punish you, you're not allowed to speak again, hehe..."

Liu'er panicked and wanted to admit her mistake, "Husband..."

Before she could finish the sentence, she suddenly felt a heat on the soles of her feet; Wu Yu had already kissed them. She turned her face to the side, quietly enjoying Wu Yu's service.

Despite long hours of running errands and standing, Liu'er's feet had no calluses at all; they were smooth and soft, making them irresistible to the touch.

Born into a humble family, Liu'er had her feet bound for several days after following He Ruoxue, but eventually couldn't bear the pain and gave up. Although He Ruoxue came from a wealthy family, her thinking differed from others. She considered foot binding a barbaric custom and thus actively encouraged the women in her family not to bind their feet.

The jade-like foot in Wu Yu's hands now had five toes arranged side-by-side, like inlaid jewels—truly the epitome of a golden lotus foot. Wu Yu kissed Liu'er's feet from the soles upwards to her toes, then smelled them, exclaiming, "Exquisitely fragrant and beautiful," before taking each foot into his mouth.

A strange feeling welled up in Liu'er's heart; the moist warmth from her feet filled her entire body. Taking a deep breath, she felt completely relaxed. She looked up at Wu Yu sucking on her small feet, enjoying it immensely, while occasionally glancing at her sideways. Liu'er was both amused and touched. She pulled her legs back, propped herself up, and her breasts swayed, dazzling Wu Yu. Liu'er didn't try to hide anything. Looking into Wu Yu's eyes, she mustered her courage and said, "Husband, lie down, let me..."

Wu Yu was first taken aback, then excitedly lay down on the bed. Liu'er chuckled, because when Wu Yu lay down, his penis naturally stood erect, looking extremely strange.

Liu'er suppressed her shyness and cupped Wu Yu's penis in her small hand. Thick and hot—that was the feeling Liu'er experienced upon touching it. The veins of varying thickness on the penis were engorged and throbbing, making the already ferocious penis even more menacing. The purplish-red glans was enormous, making Liu'er wonder: Could something this thick fit inside me? Her

gentle jade hand moved up and down, and seeing the surprise and innocence in Liu'er's incredulous eyes, Wu Yu's penis grew even thicker. Liu'er gasped; her hand could no longer hold Wu Yu's penis. He could only foolishly continue gripping Wu Yu's penis, rubbing and sliding it.

"Sister Liu'er, I can't hold back anymore..."

Veins bulged on Wu Yu's forehead. With Liu'er's rapid stroking, Wu Yu felt a surge of heat in his chest, wishing he could pin Liu'er down and ravage her wantonly. Liu'er blushed upon hearing this, glanced at Wu Yu, then knelt on top of him, spreading her legs and aligning her vulva with Wu Yu's penis, whispering, "Let me do it, don't move, I... I'll be on top, that way I won't be so scared..."

Love fluid flowed from Liu'er's genitals, staining Wu Yu's penis, glistening in the candlelight.

Liu'er pressed her mons pubis against Wu Yu's glans, rubbing back and forth a few times, then slowly sat down. One hand held Wu Yu's penis, preventing it from slipping out, the other hand braced against Wu Yu's chest. Her slow movements made Wu Yu feel as if Liu'er was facing a formidable enemy.

Liu'er felt her body being filled inch by inch. As the penis continued to extend, her tension swelled, and finally, when it touched the thin membrane, she hardened her heart and sat down forcefully, the penis penetrating all the way in.

"Ah...it hurts..."

Liu'er's face turned deathly pale, her body feeling as if it had been torn in two.

Hearing Liu'er's cry, Wu Yu panicked and tried to sit up, but he touched Liu'er's sore spot again, making his face even paler. Liu'er supported herself against Wu Yu's chest, groaning, "Don't move...just like this, don't move..."

The two remained connected, Liu'er panting, trying to adjust to the pain in her lower body. After a while, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a tingling sensation. Wu Yu, worried about Liu'er, also softened his penis, calming his anger.

Liu'er tried to twist her slender waist, the slight pain and the full satisfaction mingling deep inside her, making her abandon her shame, her buttocks beginning to sway like a millstone. Wu Yu initially thought it was his imagination when he felt Liu'er's welcoming gestures. But seeing the look of enjoyment on Liu'er's pretty face, he thought to himself, "You little rascal, Liu'er, you're only thinking about your own pleasure and didn't even tell me!"

As Liu'er swayed, her undulating flesh pressed against his penis, and Wu Yu felt waves of pleasure in his lower body. He held Liu'er's slender waist, watching her heaving breasts, and his penis hardened again.

Liu'er felt the dragon within her awaken, swelling within her honeyed orifice. Knowing that Wu Yu had noticed her movements, she was filled with shame. Wu Yu smiled mischievously, gripped Liu'er's waist, and thrust upwards forcefully.

"Oh...husband, all the way in...be gentle, Liu'er won't dare...ah..."

With Wu Yu's thrust, the head of his penis slammed against her clitoris, making Liu'er feel as if her heart had been struck in her throat. Every part of her secret cave was filled, even the folds of her mons pubis were smoothed out.

"Sister Liu'er, are you sure you want me to be gentle?"

Wu Yu began to thrust wildly, each stroke reaching the deepest point. Liu'er felt dizzy from the stimulation, yet she also felt every part of her body satisfied, a soft, tingling sensation rising in her sensitive areas.

"Oh...so deep, so full...the harder, ah, just like that...I'll let you have your way, you bad man...ahhh..."

Liu'er no longer hid her desire, moaning loudly. Her slender waist met Wu Yu's thrusts with force, their lower bodies colliding, almost sparking a flame.

Wu Yu was, after all, a virgin, and Liu'er was a newly discovered virgin; her vagina was incredibly tight, gripping him so tightly that Wu Yu secretly felt a surge of pleasure. After a hundred intense thrusts, he was already on the verge of ejaculation, a thick stream of semen gushing out and shooting deep into Liu'er's depths. Liu'er felt a heat in her core, as if something scalding hot had been poured over it, and she couldn't hold back any longer, reaching her peak as well.

Both of them let out a soft cry at the same time, then began to breathe heavily. Liu'er was initially taken aback, thinking it was over just like that. She was about to wipe the sweat from Wu Yu's forehead when she noticed that the hard object beneath her hadn't softened; it was still incredibly erect, seemingly even more ferocious than before.

She looked at Wu Yu in surprise, only to find that he was also looking at her lustfully. Before she could speak, Wu Yu had already pinned her down, raised her legs high, and began to thrust into her with pleasure. Her vagina, filled with semen and vaginal fluid, was now even more muddy, making it easier for Wu Yu to enter and exit.

"Husband... ah... so powerful, you've hit it, there... there's so numb... oh... I'm going to die..."

Liu'er shook her head frantically, her legs clamping tightly around Wu Yu's strong waist, recklessly resisting him.

"Sister Liu'er, so tight... so good..."

Wu Yu was immersed in pleasure, not saying much, only unable to resist teasing Liu'er a few times.

"You little rascal... ah, who told you to be so thick... oh... I'll squeeze you to death, my good husband, my stinky husband..."

Liu'er let go at this moment, and the feelings buried for ten years were released in an instant, transforming into a heart full of lust.

"Husband, kiss me... mmm..."

"Deeper, faster... ah... I'm going to die, it's all the way in..."

In an instant, the room was filled with passionate lovemaking.

On the other side, the lights of Penglai Residence were still on.

Wu Lingwen and He Ruoxue sat in the hall. In recent years, He Ruoxue's temperament had become more and more indifferent, and she had not shared a room with Wu Lingwen for a long time, so the two were not intimate at this moment, but just sat there respectfully.

"Ruoxue, what do you think about Yu'er's trip to Sichuan this time?"

Wu Lingwen asked softly. He doted on He Ruoxue, and his words were also polite to her, which was not common between husband and wife.

He Ruoxue shook her head noncommittally and said, "Yu'er is not young anymore. Since he wants to go, let him be. As his mother, I have no objection, but..."

"But what?"

Wu Lingwen asked quickly.

"It's about the engagement you mentioned before."

He Ruoxue glanced at Wu Lingwen and said.

Wu Lingwen understood and smiled, "It's about this matter. I've already decided. The He family has agreed. Let's get the engagement done soon. Yu'er is going to Sichuan anyway, so let's use the wedding to bring good luck. I think the journey will be safe."

He Ruoxue's eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly, "Going on a long journey right after getting married? Hmm... well, if Yu'er agrees, then so be it."

At this moment, she thought to herself, Yu'er should have shared a room with Liu'er tonight, and now he has another engagement. It's double happiness. I hope it really will be auspicious.

Upon seeing He Ruoxue's agreement, Wu Lingwen's previously reserved expression vanished instantly, and he laughed heartily, "Then let's decide on that. We'll begin the marriage arrangements tomorrow."

He Ruoxue also smiled slightly. She was naturally reserved and rarely revealed her feelings except in front of Wu Yu. Now, knowing that her son was about to get married, she felt a great sense of accomplishment and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"It's late, don't go back. Just rest here,"

He Ruoxue said softly, glancing out the window.

After speaking, she went back to her room, leaving Wu Lingwen in the hall.

Wu Lingwen felt a surge of warmth in his heart. So many times he had wanted to stay at Penglai Residence, only to be refused by He Ruoxue. He loved this concubine dearly, yet felt utterly helpless. Tonight, she had actually offered to stay with him, and any previous resentment vanished without a trace.

The candles went out, and the Wu family slept in the cool night.

Chapter 5: Marriage and Wedding

In the sweltering summer heat, with cicadas chirping, the servants in the quiet Wu mansion were constantly busy.

In the back garden, a figure darted quickly, seemingly afraid of being seen. The rustling of leaves and flowers filled the air, interspersed with the man's mutterings: "Luckily, Liu'er is unable to move easily today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get out..."

This man was none other than Wu Yu, who had lost his virginity the previous night. After a passionate night with Liu'er, she woke up this morning feeling weak all over. She tried to get up to serve Wu Yu, but he insisted she rest in bed.

At the family gathering this morning, Wu Lingwen was in high spirits. Leaving aside the marriage between Wu Yu and Liu'er and the He family, the fact that Liu'er had stayed overnight at Penglai Residence last night filled him with immense joy. Therefore, he summoned Shen Yanlin and the others early this morning to announce that Wu Yu would first take Liu'er as a concubine, and would soon marry a young lady from the He family.

Taking advantage of his father's joy, Wu Yu, under the pretext of caring for Liu'er, secretly slipped away to a grove of trees in the back garden to carry out a long-held secret.

He walked around the bushes a few times, stopping at a spot where the soil was relatively soft. Wu Yu chuckled, squatted down, and began digging into the ground with practiced ease, muttering to himself, "I've practically worn out this first volume, but I wonder if anyone has the second volume. I could borrow it."

"Click!"

A sharp sound of something hard being struck rang out. Wu Yu smiled knowingly and began to feel for the object, eventually pulling it out. It was a wooden box covered in dirt. Wu Yu blew away the dirt, gently opened the lid, and could vaguely see a book inside. From outside the bushes, only the characters "Jade" and "Circle" were clearly visible.

Wu Yu chuckled, ignoring the mud and weeds covering the ground, and sat down to earnestly flip through the book, much like a scholar who had studied diligently for years to prepare for the imperial examinations. Seeing the most captivating parts, he stroked his chin, pondering deeply the posture, the depth, the implications…

From afar, heavy breathing and suppressed laughter echoed from a patch of grass deep within the back garden.

Fortunately, this secluded spot was usually deserted, so Wu Yu watched with rapt attention, unconcerned. But today, something seemed amiss. A figure in pale yellow slowly entered the back garden. Her usually long, flowing black hair was now piled high, and the petite woman with her signature snake-like bun appeared mature yet charmingly naive. Her smiling face held curiosity and mischief as she walked towards Wu Yu—it was none other than Liu'er, who had ripened overnight.

As Liu'er approached, Wu Yu's mutterings became clearer: "Doggy style? Doesn't that mean I can't see the person's face? What's the point? Just looking at their back and buttocks... I'll have to try it with Liu'er next time, hehe..."

"Try what?"

Liu'er drew closer, suddenly leaping into the bushes and clinging to Wu Yu's shoulder, asking loudly.

Startled from behind, Wu Yu jolted, the "Jade Man's Collection" in his hand flying away. His already erect penis instantly lost its power, and he wondered if there would be any aftereffects.

Wu Yu's back was instantly soaked with sweat. Turning around, he saw it was Liu'er and breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help being a little annoyed. "Sister Liu'er, you almost scared me to death! If I become impotent, I won't live anymore..."

Hearing Wu Yu say "impotent," Liu'er immediately guessed what he was doing. She covered her mouth and laughed, "Who told you to do such a bad thing in broad daylight..."

Despite her words, Liu'er was also a little worried. She bent down beside Wu Yu, her eyes occasionally glancing at his genitals, her face flushed, and said, "Let me see, what's wrong with you?"

Ever since Wu Yu obtained the legendary golden book "Jade Group" two years ago, he had been deeply attracted by its straightforward and explicit writing and its dramatic plot twists. Whenever he was alone, he would secretly come here to study it. Although Liu'er had unintentionally discovered him today, it wasn't a big deal. After all, Liu'er was his woman; perhaps he could even let her compare herself to Yan Ruyu in the book and do this or that.

Looking at Liu'er before him, her pink cheeks still bore the rosy hue of a crabapple bud that had just opened the night before, her graceful figure, after a night of passion, was even more ripe and full of life. But people were bound to pass by the back garden bushes; he couldn't let anyone see her. He cleared his throat and whispered, "My husband was studying the unity of heaven and man, the harmony of yin and yang, in this secluded place, but you interrupted me, and I almost went berserk, becoming impotent..."

Liu'er listened to Wu Yu's earnest words, but the last sentence made her blush. She couldn't help but spit out, "Nonsense! You were clearly reading some filthy book, yet you spoke of it so mysteriously..."

She picked up the book Wu Yu had thrown away. The cover prominently displayed three large golden characters: "Jade Futon." Having been accustomed to the secrets of the wealthy since childhood, how could Liu'er not know what kind of book this was? She threw the book at Wu Yu with both hands, feigning anger, "Pah, you lecherous scoundrel! No wonder last night... you were so skilled; you've been studying military strategy. I'll tell Miss!"

"Hehe, good wife, don't just criticize me; you seem to be just as good as me..."

Wu Yu said with a wicked smile.

Liu'er's voice faltered, speechless. Having grown up alongside He Ruoxue, she had witnessed many such things, and being at a ripe old age, she couldn't help but secretly ponder the underlying meaning.

"You're just too talkative..."

Liu'er said, somewhat embarrassed and angry, "Hurry up and come here, let me see your... you know..."

Wu Yu was overjoyed at this, and eagerly scrambled to Liu'er's side, slumping down on the grass, pressing his limp erection against her, and flatteringly said, "Wife, let your husband touch it..."

"Get lost! You only know how to tease me..."

Liu'er said, but her hands were in no hurry to take off Wu Yu's pants.

While the two were doing this erotic thing, they talked about Wu Yu's marriage.

"Husband, have you met Miss He, the woman the master arranged for you?"

Liu'er, trying to suppress her shyness, pinched Wu Yu's penis between her thumb and forefinger while talking to him to distract herself.

"Why bring this up again? Of course I've never seen it before. Heh, we'll deal with it when it comes..."

Wu Yu stared at Liu'er's jade-like fingers, her cool fingertips gently stroking his limp penis, which seemed to be stirring again.

Liu'er glared at Wu Yu, no longer holding his penis, but instead opened her palm and enveloped it in her own. Suddenly attacked, Wu Yu felt a surge of heat, and a giant python rapidly surged in Liu'er's hand.

"Ah!"

Liu'er gasped. Last night, she was too nervous to observe it properly, but seeing it today, she realized how large the thing that had been thrusting inside her last night was. Liu'er's fair hands could no longer hold Wu Yu's dragon; the large, purplish-red glans was steaming hot, almost reaching her mouth.

Wu Yu smiled proudly, teasingly saying, "Wife, you can't handle this alone, can you? Father finding you a sister was a lucky accident." "

But I wonder if she's all looks and no substance. Didn't you just say you were impotent..."

Liu'er retorted stubbornly. She increased the pressure on her hand, gripping Wu Yu's penis tightly, and began to slowly stroke it.

Wu Yu smiled without saying a word, his eyes full of encouragement, implying that Liu'er was putting on a brave face. Liu'er was not to be outdone, giving Wu Yu a flirtatious wink before slowly lowering her head and opening her cherry-like mouth.

Wu Yu felt as if his dragon had entered a warm, moist cave, inhabited by a soft, slippery mother dragon, and he only wanted to be intertwined with her in a love-hate relationship, inseparable. Liu'er's fragrant tongue, like the mother dragon, swept over Wu Yu's penis, saliva flowing down her chin to Wu Yu's pubic hair.

"Good willow, oh...tongue..."

"Mmm..."

In the back garden, figures moved about, but no one saw the scene of summer debauchery deep in the grass.

Meanwhile, in the Wu family mansion, the scene was quite different.

The paths were overgrown, but the pines and chrysanthemums remained. Willows flourished in front of the gate, and peach blossoms were in full bloom—a veritable "flower and willow grove," the residence of Wu Feng, the second young master of the Wu family.

From a young age, Wu Feng had a fondness for classical literature and poetry, and his behavior was always that of a refined scholar, even in his residence. Wu Lingwen had the east wing built like a secluded retreat, possessing both the elegance of the Five Willows Gentleman and the ancient charm of the Tang and Song dynasties. Wu Feng was particularly proud of this, calling it "The Abode Under the Flowers." A couplet he had inscribed himself hung on either side of the gate: "Fragrance comes from the abode under the flowers, and the flowers under the abode are naturally fragrant."

At this moment, Wu Feng was not alone in his residence; there was also a slightly hunched old man, Wu Gui, the head steward of the Wu family.

"Second Young Master, I heard from Master that the Eldest Young Master is to be married soon. What are your thoughts, Second Young Master?"

Wu Gui asked respectfully. Having lived in the Wu family for decades, Wu Gui had experienced many ups and downs and seen the true nature of the wealthy and powerful. Yet, this seventeen-year-old Second Young Master, Wu Feng, seemed unfathomable to him.

Wu Feng was sitting at his desk, a book of untitled poems rolled up in his hand, dressed in white robes and a jade belt, like a refined gentleman in a turbid world. Hearing Wu Gui's words, he tilted his head and chuckled, "Recently? So soon, it seems Father is about to have a big celebration in the manor. Hehe, when did marriage become like the Qinhuai River, always rushed to an end?"

Wu Gui smiled obsequiously, "Hehe, Second Young Master is joking. As the saying goes, good things come to those who wait. I fear that a couple who marry so easily will not last long."

"Oh?"

Wu Feng said with a half-smile, "In that case, as the head of the Wu family's harem, didn't Mother instruct you, Uncle Gui, to lend my elder brother a hand?" Wu Gui

's smile turned somewhat sinister, and he said in a low voice, "The First Madam has considered everything carefully and has already instructed me to prepare two exquisite delicacies for the Eldest Young Master and his future wife."

The sunlight outside the window grew even stronger, making the room even hotter and dispelling Wu Gui's sinister aura. Wu Feng put down the poetry collection in his hand, his tone unreadable: "Uncle Gui, tell me... what is the human heart?"

"The human heart?"

Wu Gui frowned slightly, unsure of Wu Feng's intentions, and could only reply: "This old servant grew up in the Wu family mansion since childhood. Although I have never read poetry or books, I have seen a lot of the world. In this old servant's view, the human heart is nothing but selfishness and greed. Those sages are nothing more than extending their own selfishness to the world, turning their greedy hearts into proverbs."

"Hehe. Uncle Gui's words are quite insightful about the human heart, but the perspective is too narrow."

Wu Feng sat on the pear wood chair, playing with the paperweight, occasionally tapping the table lightly, his demeanor as if he held the world in his hands. He gazed at the landscape painting hanging on the wall, its ink strokes flowing like clouds, seemingly surveying the land, and murmured, "The human heart is a mixture of schemes and deceit. A facade of gold and jade is called strategy; a facade of rotten cotton is called cunning. The followers of Zhuge Liang are considered far-sighted because they are the legitimate rulers of the Han dynasty; the followers of Lü Buwei are considered treacherous because they are power-hungry and greedy for position."

With a casual remark, Wu Feng seemed to disregard Zhuge Liang and Lü Buwei, his words devoid of respect, as if he were discussing two mediocre men. What lay hidden in the heart of this second young master of the Wu family was truly unfathomable.

Wu Gui pondered Wu Feng's words, but feeling helpless as an old steward who only knew about women and not about romance, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Second Young Master's words are profound; this old servant is just a block of wood and cannot understand."

"No, Uncle Gui, you are not a block of wood."

Wu Feng looked at Wu Gui and said seriously, "Those who are mediocre and do nothing in this world are the ones who are block of wood. Apart from your affair with Yuqin, Uncle Gui has done nothing wrong in my Wu family and has been very successful. How could a block of wood have achieved that?"

Hearing Wu Feng mention his messy affair with Yuqin, Wu Gui smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to explain, so he remained silent.

"Very well. I have said a few more words today and taken up Uncle Gui's time."

Wu Feng changed the subject, his expression becoming relaxed, still wearing that carefree smile, and said, "Please tell Mother, Uncle Gui, that we are all of the same blood. Although my elder brother and I don't share the same mother, we do share the same father. Besides, my stepmother isn't someone to be trifled with. Tell her not to underestimate the mother and son of the second branch of the family."

Wu Gui's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. He had indeed underestimated them. If they could bewitch the master, could He Ruoxue and Wu Yu be such simple people? It seemed that this matter of the sleeping potion and aphrodisiac had to be handled flawlessly.

"By the way,"

Wu Feng was about to dismiss Wu Gui when he suddenly remembered something, and said with a somewhat strange smile, "Tell me, what gift should I, as the second brother, give my elder brother on his wedding day? I heard that a jade shop recently opened in the east of the city. How about picking out a piece of emerald jade and carving it into a long crown as a wedding gift?"

Emerald? Long crown? Wu Gui's expression was also somewhat strange. Wasn't that just a green hat? The second young master's ideas were truly wildly imaginative, beyond my comprehension.

After a while of this banter and laughter, Wu Gui withdrew to attend to his duties. Wu Feng, left in the room, still wore a smile, but it was unclear who he was smiling at.

Birth date, parents' wishes, matchmaker's words—there was still much to be done to ensure the marriage was a success. Wu Feng sat in his chair, turning agate paperweight in his hand, constantly calculating the implications of this marriage. Although Wu Yu wasn't the eldest son, he was the eldest son in the family, and his father had always disliked his love of poetry and literature. If he couldn't get Wu Yu into a good position, he feared he would be exiled to the frontier. In two years, his coming-of-age ceremony would arrive, at which time his father would announce the family heir. If he couldn't seize the position, how could he eventually swallow the He family and fulfill his wishes?

Wu Feng's smile deepened, even the sweltering summer heat seemed to carry a chill.

Chapter 6: Wu Gui's Secret Encounters

in Suzhou, the Wu Family.

Wu Lingwen doted on his concubine He Ruoxue, so he had her build a Penglai Residence on the side of the Wu family mansion. He was equally devoted to his first wife. The Wu family's back garden was a breathtaking sight, with blooming flowers, artificial hills, and flowing streams, resembling a palace courtyard. All of this was built by Wu Lingwen for Shen Yanlin.

At this moment, Shen Yanlin, the first wife of the Wu family, sat in a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, lazily fanning herself, listening to Wu Gui report on his son's arrangements.

Despite the sweltering heat of the summer and the coolness of the lakeside pavilion, Shen Yanlin was still slightly sweaty. Her long purple dress stretched from her shoulders to her ankles, revealing a beige bodice underneath, her perfectly round breasts resting quietly on her chest, occasionally rippling slightly. Her crossed legs, while not particularly long and slightly fleshy, did not appear obese, but rather made Shen Yanlin appear voluptuous and alluring.

Standing to the side, Wu Gui dared not look up at Shen Yanlin, only lowering his head to gaze at her bare jade feet, fantasizing about the First Madam while recounting Wu Feng's plan.

After Wu Gui finished speaking, Shen Yanlin took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Since Feng'er has already made arrangements, you should do your best. You will be rewarded handsomely afterward."

"I understand,"

Wu Gui replied hesitantly, "Also, the Second Young Master asked this old servant to remind the First Madam to be careful of that mother and son from that household..."

Hearing Wu Gui's words, Shen Yanlin's phoenix eyes narrowed, her hand holding the fan tightened involuntarily, and she let out a barely audible snort. With a wave of her hand, she said, "You may leave now. Yuqin is waiting for you..."

Wu Gui was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed,

saying, "Thank you, Madam!" Then he scurried away.

Behind her, Shen Yanlin gave a mocking laugh, muttering to herself, "This old servant is truly blinded by lust... Oh well, since he's taken Yuqin as his mistress, he'll be able to do things for me in the future. Hmph... He Ruoxue, Wu Yu..."

Born into a modest family, Shen Yanlin had been shrewd and calculating since childhood, adept at judging people. After marrying into the Wu family, she managed the inner quarters of the Wu household with impeccable order, for which Master Wu was quite grateful. Moreover, Shen Yanlin understood that to capture a man, one needed either a good kitchen or a good bed, so besides being an excellent cook, she was also incredibly alluring and sexy in the bedroom.

Ever since her daughter ran away from home because of Wu Lingwen's taking a concubine, Shen Yanlin had been focused on cultivating Wu Feng, hoping he could eventually oust Wu Yu and rightfully inherit the Wu family's wealth. Unexpectedly, her son was truly a prodigy, ambitious, meticulous in his actions, and skilled in strategy. Therefore, Shen Yanlin no longer needed to worry about the family finances, leaving everything to Wu Feng.

However, Shen Yanlin remained consumed by jealousy towards He Ruoxue, unwilling to give up. She even tried to sabotage Wu Yu's marriage, causing He Ruoxue considerable distress.

Meanwhile, Wu Gui came to find Yuqin, his lust burning so intensely that even this old man was consumed by desire, his large member only wanting to burn itself to illuminate Yuqin.

As they walked further away, they had already left the back garden, and in the distance, they could see the maids' quarters. The Wu family's servants all lived in one place, men and women separated on either side of Master Wu's villa for their convenience. Lower-ranking servants shared rooms, while Yuqin, the principal wife's personal maid, had a single room, and a rather large one at that.

Wu Gui's pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside Yuqin's room. Peeking through the blurry window screen, he could only see a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful woman, her shapely figure moving within. Seeing her exaggerated figure, Wu Gui immediately recognized her as the little vixen, Yuqin.

He moistened his index finger with saliva, then poked a hole in the window screen and peered inside. He saw Yuqin humming a little tune, tidying the clothes in the closet. As the personal maid of the Wu family's matriarch, Yuqin always had to prepare several presentable outfits, as well as some brocade robes given to her by Shen Yanlin.

Watching Yuqin's allure from outside the window, Wu Gui's lower body couldn't help but swell. Since hooking up with Yuqin last month, her captivating and seductive charm had left Wu Gui unable to resist. Her pair of round, jade-like breasts swayed with each thrust, intoxicating him completely.

He swallowed hard, then rushed to the door and knocked impatiently. Yuqin already knew Wu Gui was coming today, so she tidied her clothes and waited. Hearing the knock, she knew he had arrived. She frowned; she felt a little wronged to be with an old man like Wu Gui. But thinking of Wu Gui's still-vigorous manhood, her heart warmed, and she quickly got up to open the door.

"My little darling, did you miss me?"

As soon as she entered, Wu Gui tightly embraced Yuqin's body, caressing her and speaking lewdly.

"You old geezer, look at your lustful face... be gentle..."

Wu Gui's large hands gripped Yuqin's plump buttocks, kneading them mercilessly, causing Yuqin to gasp softly.

Wu Gui had already been aroused when he saw the First Madam earlier, and now he couldn't wait to flirt with Yuqin. Without a word, he pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis.

"Ah...you're going to die, you shameless old slut...it's already this thick..."

Yuqin was startled by Wu Gui's actions and quickly locked the door. When she turned around, she finally saw what was in front of her. Was this even human? This was practically an ancient beast. Yuqin stared dazedly at Wu Gui's penis. Its astonishing size, deep purple glans, and protruding veins all stimulated her.

She couldn't help but reach out and cup it, but it was too heavy to hold. The hot, throbbing penis in her hand felt like a living thing, as if it might slip out of her control at any moment.

Wu Gui smiled smugly. This thing was the most prized possession of his life. Even his wife had been forced to write him a letter of divorce and leave him because she couldn't handle his prowess. Wu Gui looked at Yuqin's slightly open mouth in surprise, her thin, red lips glistening. A fire rose in his lower abdomen, and he said lewdly, "My sweetheart, lick it for me..."

Yuqin rolled her eyes at him, her coquettishness making Wu Gui's penis twitch again. Yuqin gasped, slapping the penis in her hand with a laugh before slowly bending her legs. Upon closer inspection, she truly felt the terror of this beast; its enormous glans was covered in a deep red-purple fluid, radiating a ferocious aura.

Yuqin slightly opened her mouth and took the glans into her mouth. Her fragrant tongue gently slid over the urethral opening, causing Wu Gui to tremble. Yuqin smiled inwardly, secretly spitting out: "Useless old devil!" But her hands were not careless; she began to stroke his penis back and forth. The taut foreskin was twisted slightly by Yuqin's delicate hands, making the glans appear even larger. Her fragrant tongue pressed under the glans, beginning to suck forcefully, her cheeks hollowing out.

Wu Gui looked down at the beauty between his legs, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, swaying his head from side to side, taking his penis deep into his throat, feeling a surge of smug satisfaction.

"Old ghost...is it comfortable..."

Yuqin asked indistinctly, "You're lucky, old man. This is my first time doing this..."

"So good...my sweetheart, your tongue is so nimble..."

Wu Gui put his hands behind Yuqin's head and began to gently move his buttocks.

Yuqin licked even more vigorously, pinching Wu Gui's scrotum with one hand and gently stirring the flesh inside. Wu Gui, stimulated by Yuqin like this, could no longer resist. He picked up Yuqin and said with a lewd smile, "Baby, let's get down to business..."

Yuqin gave him a flirtatious wink, her small hand swirling around his penis, "So what do you want to do..."

"I want to fuck your big ass..."

"Pervert..."

Wu Gui chuckled, gesturing for Yuqin to lie face down on the table, her lewd buttocks raised high. Her legs were already somewhat wet. Wu Gui didn't expose her, patted her plump buttocks, and simply pressed his entire body against her jade-like back, whispering in her ear, "My beauty, the door isn't open..."

"You old bastard..."

Yuqin gritted her teeth and scolded, but her lower body was already unbearably itchy. She reached down and pulled off her trousers, revealing that she wasn't even wearing underwear, instantly exposing a thick patch of black forest.

Wu Gui thought to himself: What a slut. His two withered old hands spread Yuqin's jade buttocks, and his large beast skillfully squeezed into that narrow fleshy hole.

"Oh...so thick...old turtle, how come you're so amazing today..."

Yuqin's small mouth opened exaggeratedly, the feeling of fullness in her lower body made her almost speechless. Her body kept moving forward, but her slender waist desperately pushed back to welcome her, whether it was resistance or welcome.

"I just missed you..."

Wu Gui said from the bottom of his heart.

Yuqin also felt a slight sweetness, carefully savoring the satisfaction in her lower body. Every inch of her honeyed orifice was filled, leaving no gaps, the two of them joined together seamlessly, like a perfect garment.

Wu Gui thrust his penis all the way in, the last bit inside, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"So full... all the way in, don't move... mmm..."

Yuqin turned her head to stop Wu Gui's thrusting, but was met with a passionate kiss. After a moment of stunned silence, Yuqin wrapped her arms around Wu Gui's shoulders and kissed him passionately. Their tongues intertwined in each other's mouths, the battlefield constantly shifting. An old man with gray hair and a young girl, at this moment, were like the most affectionate lovers, absorbing each other's saliva, unwilling to separate for even a moment.

Taking advantage of the deep kiss, Wu Gui began to slowly thrust his beast, attacking that tender, red path. Her soft buttocks were slapped by Wu Gui's hairy thighs, making a slapping sound.

"Oh... so thick, so thick... it's killing me..."

Yuqin released her mouth and moaned softly.

"It'll be more fun if you're rougher..."

The old man's hoarse voice was filled with joy.

The two stopped talking and began to attack each other back and forth. Suppressing their pleasure, they tried not to moan or groan, their breath coming in ragged gasps, but their movements became more and more intense. The hot penis turned up the red flesh of her vulva, and sticky fluid kept splashing from her pearly clitoris.

"Ah... you old bastard, be gentle... it's so deep, I'm about to die from pleasure..."

Yuqin finally couldn't help but cry out loudly. Wu Gui smiled, but lifted Yuqin's already reddened buttocks even higher and thrust harder.

"Oh... this is so heavy... it's hitting my heart, you old bastard, I'll squeeze you to death..."

"You devil, harder... just fuck me to death, harder... you've ruined me, oh..."

Once she started, she couldn't stop, Yuqin cried out unconsciously, as if afraid others wouldn't know how happy she was. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, and her breasts rose higher and higher. Her buttocks swayed weakly, then swayed again, until they could no longer meet.

Wu Gui, panting heavily, reached out and grasped Yuqin's large breasts, lifting her upper body against his chest. Yuqin stretched out her arms and hugged Wu Gui from behind, her large, fragrant buttocks repeatedly sinking down, using Wu Gui's penis as a fulcrum, swaying back and forth.

The two indulged their desires without restraint, having no thought for changing positions, only knowing to forge ahead and die on the battlefield. The sounds of intercourse, moans, and the clatter of tables and chairs became the sounds of a battlefield, the intense collisions almost setting the room ablaze.

"My darling, I'm almost there..."

Wu Gui gripped Yuqin's breasts tightly, panting heavily.

"Shoot inside, harder..."

By this time, Yuqin had already reached several orgasms, not even knowing how much fluid had flowed from her secret cave. Her vision blurred, Yuqin was somewhat delirious from Wu Gui's fucking.

Upon receiving the order, Wu Gui mustered his remaining strength and fought a final, desperate battle against the enemy. Lost in passion, the two only knew to repeat the primal movements again and again, with increasing force, penetrating deeply and shallowly, traversing mountains and valleys, their clitoris and glans colliding, churning into a muddy mess.

"It's coming..."

"Ah, hot..."

Wu Gui's forehead burned, his taut waist suddenly felt as if a tendon had snapped, all his strength and essence pouring into Yu Qin's deepest depths. Yu Qin felt a surging torrent in her lower body, like a raging river crashing against the shore, and couldn't help but climax again.

"Huff... huff..."

With the same pounding heartbeats and heavy breathing, the old man and beautiful woman, releasing their lust, embraced each other. Wu Gui could only slump in the chair, letting Yu Qin's large buttocks press against his thighs as she lay on top of him, panting. In the midst of the tearing, their already disheveled clothes revealed half of Yu Qin's jade-like breast, white, tender, round, and towering high.

Yuqin, having caught her breath, turned and bit Wu Gui's dark red lips, licking them with her fragrant tongue. Wu Gui savored the afterglow of their lovemaking, the withered branches swaying, his old hands kneading Yuqin's snowy breasts.

"Old ghost, did you enjoy it?"

Yuqin asked sweetly.

"Hehe, really enjoyed it,"

Wu Gui replied sincerely.

"I felt so good too, how come you were so amazing today? Could it be because of seeing the First Madam, so..."

Yuqin teased.

Wu Gui thought to himself that a woman's intuition was truly terrifying. But he wasn't afraid to admit, "This little girl is really clever... The First Madam's figure, her charm, hehe, anyway, this old man is not worthy of her." "

Then why did you ask me to bribe the cook? Are you trying to drug and rape the Madam..."

Yuqin said with a lewd laugh.

"I wouldn't dare. So-called secrets cannot be revealed, oh no, I mean leaked, I'll tell you when everything is ready."

Wu Gui dared not ruin the Second Young Master's brilliant plan.

"Hmph, you old dog!"

Yuqin bit his lip hard, her breath sweet and alluring as she asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

"My beauty has an appointment, how can this old man refuse..."

Wu Gui retorted, sucking on Yuqin's outstretched tongue.

"I'll see Madam first before I come..."

"You little slut..."

"Hehe... just like that, kiss me, I want to lick your stinky tongue..."

"Mmm..."

Chapter 7 Sudden Change

Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Suzhou, with its thousand-year-old white hair, is bathed in a misty drizzle. Even oil-paper umbrellas are superfluous, only wanting one to immerse oneself in it, slowly walking across the smooth bluestone slabs.

In such a poetic scene, a hunched old man with half a head of white hair suddenly ran past, flashing into the Wu family compound.

"Old steward, you're back, the master is waiting for you."

A young servant at the door greeted the old man.

"Yes, I know."

The old man replied; this man was none other than Wu Gui, the head steward of the Wu family.

After his intense battle with Yuqin yesterday, Wu Gui, dragging his unsteady steps, went to the He family to discuss the marriage. Originally, such an important matter should have been handled by Master Wu Lingwen, but unfortunately, he had slept poorly at Penglai Residence the previous night, and He Ruoxue felt somewhat apologetic looking at his crooked neck. If she hadn't insisted that Wu Lingwen rest in the hall, he wouldn't have tossed and turned all night. Therefore, she instructed Wu Gui to go to the He family in Wu Lingwen's place to discuss the matter. It

was noon, and Wu Gui, who had left early that morning, hadn't even had lunch before rushing back to the Wu family, only to find that the marriage had suddenly changed. ********** ... Wu Yu and Wu Feng sat to the side, equally astonished. Wu Gui took in everyone's reactions, cleared his throat, and said, "Indeed, sir. Boss He said that Miss He has been unwell recently and had someone check the almanac, which says it's not auspicious for her to get married, so she wants to postpone the wedding." Wu Lingwen frowned, seemingly deep in thought. Everyone in the house waited for his reaction. After a while, he said with a sigh of relief, "Since that's the case, then let's postpone it. However, the matter of transporting the donations is urgent. Lord Jiang has sent people to urge us several times. As for Yu'er..." He looked at Wu Yu, wanting to hear his thoughts. Seeing her father looking at her, Wu Yu dared not laugh and said solemnly, "Private matters should not be forgotten for the public good. Disaster relief is a matter of national importance. Since the court values our Wu family so much, then I will first transport the donations to Sichuan. It's not too late to get married when I return." "Yu'er..." Shen Yanlin's languid tone was alluring, "The journey to Sichuan is quite arduous. Should your aunt arrange everything for you before you set off?" "No need for you to trouble yourself, sister." Before Wu Yu could answer, He Ruoxue calmly took over the conversation, "Yu'er has been playful since childhood, unlike Feng'er who studies diligently. This journey will be a good opportunity for her to grow up." Seeing the two ladies on either side of him begin to smirk with a sharp edge, Wu Lingwen couldn't help but smile wryly, "Ladies, please don't be impatient. I will make the decision this time. Yuqin, Liu'er..." Wu Lingwen called out with a smile. "Yes." Yuqin and Liu'er walked to the front of the hall at the same time. "This time, you two will accompany the young master to Sichuan." He then whispered to Shen Yanlin, "Madam, is it alright to lend Yu'er the jade zither for a few days?" Wu Lingwen was naturally less polite to his wife of decades than he was to He Ruoxue. "Of course..." Shen Yanlin agreed, but then whispered in Wu Lingwen's ear, her breath warm against his skin, "But you have to make it up to me tonight. You're not allowed to go to my sister's... I miss you..." Looking at his alluring wife, Wu Lingwen felt a surge of heat in his heart and quickly grasped her soft hand, saying, "Madam, I'm sorry to trouble you. Tonight, I will make amends..." The two of them, like adulterous lovers, displayed a flirtatious and knowing look, which Wu Feng and Wu Yu witnessed. Wu Feng thought his mother's pillow talk was indeed timely, but Wu Yu felt a surge of lust. Having lived with his aunt for so many years, he only now discovered how alluring she was. Could it be that his virginity had been broken and lust was taking over? After quickly finalizing the plan, the group decided that Wu Yu, along with Yuqin, Liu'er, and several servants, would go to the escort agency in the south of the city to hire some bodyguards, and they would depart for Sichuan the day after tomorrow. Poor Wu Gui stood to the side, head bowed, constantly trying to signal Yuqin to refuse. Yuqin, however, ignored them, only smiling sweetly at the young master, constantly sending him flirtatious glances. Wu Gui couldn't help but curse inwardly: Truly, a heartless whore! Liu'er, standing with Yuqin, looked resentful. She wasn't usually a jealous woman, but she had already discovered Yuqin and Wu Gui's affair and considered her promiscuous, unwilling to let her taint Wu Yu's heart. However, she had no choice but to accept the order from her master. After the discussion was finalized, Wu Lingwen ordered Wu Gui to report to the He family, then dismissed everyone and headed straight for "Splendid Years." Before returning to her room, Shen Yanlin gave Wu Feng a wink, and Wu Feng nodded, then followed his mother. This scene inadvertently caught He Ruoxue's eye, and she immediately revealed a thoughtful look. Wu Yu, oblivious to what was happening, felt a huge weight lifted from her heart, secretly thinking she had escaped a disaster. She quickly took Liu'er's hand and followed her mother to Penglai Residence. In the hall, only Yuqin and Wu Gui, who was about to go to the He family, remained. "Good Yuqin, how could you..." Wu Gui's withered face showed a resentful expression. "You old fool, what? Master wants me to go to Sichuan, how could I refuse?" Yuqin seemed somewhat defiant. Even though she had been fucked by Wu Gui to the point of ecstasy last night, unable to stop, Wu Gui was ultimately just a tool for the mistress. Although she and he had some feelings for each other, it was mostly the thrill and helplessness of an old bull eating young grass. Wu Gui looked at Yuqin; her peach-shaped breasts seemed to gradually recede from his sight. He shook his head and sighed, saying nothing more, turning away, leaving only a hunched back. Yuqin opened her mouth as if to speak, hesitated several times, but ultimately remained silent, turning and walking towards the First Madam 's room . ********** ... He Ruoxue smiled and said, "Silly Liu'er, it's only been ten days or half a month since you left home. You'll be back soon. It's not like we're parting forever. Why are you crying? Don't make Yu'er feel bad." Liu'er bit her lip, understanding He Ruoxue's meaning, and quickly replied, "Liu'er will definitely take good care of my husband's food, clothing, and shelter, and won't... won't let that Yuqin get close to him..."

Wu Yu chuckled and teased Liu'er, "Sour, so sour! What did Yuqin do to you?"

"She did offend me..."

Liu'er retorted.

He Ruoxue's mood brightened considerably as she watched the two bicker. The three chatted idly at Penglai Residence, a farewell feast for Wu Yu and Liu'er.

Meanwhile, in Shen Yanlin's room,

a few simple huanghuali wood tables and chairs were arranged. A huge open-screen wu fan hung on the wall, depicting the Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, with a crescent moon and misty clouds, making the entire fan resemble a fairyland.

To the left, behind a round beaded curtain, was Shen Yanlin's boudoir. A vermilion dressing table stood by the window, its bronze mirror polished to an exceptionally smooth finish, revealing Shen Yanlin's love of beauty. Rouge, face powder, eyebrow pencils, and hairpins were neatly arranged on one side of the table. The fragrance of sandalwood wafted through the air, perfuming the few gauze garments hanging on the screen, giving the entire bedroom an elegant and tranquil feel.

Shen Yanlin leaned against the window, while Wu Feng sat on a small chair, gently massaging her long legs. The delicate, jade-like legs made Wu Feng's heart flutter, momentarily forgetting that the flesh-colored figure before him belonged to his mother.

At this moment, Yuqin entered through the beaded curtain, her head lowered, her sweet, charming voice ringing out: "Madam is truly insightful; Master really did allow Yuqin to travel with the eldest young master."

Shen Yanlin's lips curled slightly, glancing at her, and said: "Among the maids in the household, besides his own personal maid, only you and Liu'er are worthy of his trust. My dear sister probably already told him about our eldest young master and Liu'er's affair. He's afraid the eldest young master wouldn't bear to let Liu'er suffer even a little, so naturally he wants to follow you."

Wu Feng smiled at Yuqin, his handsome face revealing a row of neat teeth, appearing kind and refined. Yuqin's heart skipped a beat: Heavens, the second young master is truly handsome!

"Sister Yuqin, the journey to Sichuan is long and arduous, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll have Aunt Gui make you a good soup later to nourish your body."

Wu Feng had a harmless smile on his face, but his eyes held a hint of teasing. Aunt Gui was naturally Wu Gui's wife. Wu Gui was the head housekeeper of the Wu family, and his wife naturally rose in rank, managing the Wu family's warehouse. The time Wu Gui and Yuqin had their tryst in the warehouse, it was when he asked Aunt Gui for the key.

Yuqin understood Wu Feng's implication and couldn't help but blush, replying in a voice barely audible, "Um... Second Young Master, please don't tease my sister."

Yuqin and Liu'er were about the same age, so Wu Feng naturally called her sister.

Shen Yanlin lazily straightened her clothes. Today, she had changed her usual favorite purple and put on a pale yellow dress. The delicate, fitted silk wrapped around her body, making her exaggeratedly shapely figure even more prominent, her large breasts almost bursting out of the dress.

She patted Wu Feng's shoulder, pulled her legs back onto the bed, and said softly, "Since the wedding is postponed, Feng'er, you don't need the two gifts you prepared. Let Wu Gui take them back... Hmm, give them to Yuqin, and have her deliver them to our young master."

Yuqin was completely unaware of their scheme and was utterly confused.

"Hehe, Mother, you don't need to worry. Feng'er has his own plans."

Wu Feng chatted amiably, as if talking to a longtime friend.

Shen Yanlin sighed and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, you've grown up and become sensible. From now on, your mother will take care of herself and enjoy her retirement. Go back to your room."

Wu Feng felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this and smiled, saying, "Mother, you know that's not what I meant. Mother has remained the same for ten years; how could she be old?"

"Hmph, you brat..."

Shen Yanlin seemed quite pleased with Wu Feng's flattery and said coquettishly, "Go away, Yuqin, go and rest too."

"Yes,"

the two replied in unison.

After saying that, the two went back to their respective rooms. The sandalwood incense in the room was still burning, and Shen Yanlin's soliloquy could be heard: "The Yellow Crane has flown away... never to return..."

Speaking of Wu Feng's two gifts, one was a sleeping potion, and the other an aphrodisiac. Long before the plan was finalized, Shen Yanlin had instigated Wu Lingwen to arrange a marriage between Wu Yu and the He family. On the wedding night, she would drug Wu Yu, then give the He family bride an aphrodisiac, forcing her to commit adultery with Wu Gui. This was intended to sow discord between the He and Wu families. He Ruoxue was a member of the He family, and if such a thing happened, Wu Lingwen would naturally blame He Ruoxue and Wu Yu.

Wu Gui was the key to this. Although Wu Gui was originally on Shen Yanlin's side, to get him to do something so audacious, he needed some reward, hence the matter of Yuqin. Furthermore, bribing the kitchen staff was Shen Yanlin's doing, instructing Wu Gui through Yuqin, to drag Yuqin into this mess as well.

Once He Ruoxue and her daughter lose power, the Wu family will be Wu Feng's possession. With Wu Gui's assistance, even a coup might be possible. The He family is not as powerful as the Wu family, and if a conflict arises between the two, the Wu family, through its relationship with Jiang Min, the governor of Yingtian, could easily swallow the He family and become the leader of Suzhou.

Therefore, Wu Gui recommended Wu Feng to Jiang Min that day, precisely for the purpose of future uprisings. Now, the wedding is postponed, and while people can wait, plans can't keep up with changes. Therefore, Shen Yanlin decided to send Yuqin with Wu Yu to Sichuan for convenience.

He Ruoxue didn't witness what was happening here, but she had already guessed Shen Yanlin's scheme. Now that Wu Yu is about to leave without any protection, He Ruoxue has no choice but to use her cunning to fight against this seemingly gentle but actually ruthless first wife.

********** That night, Suzhou was quieter after the rain. The mist that once lingered around the small bridges and flowing water had long since dissipated, and the tranquility was punctuated by the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of leaves, but this was drowned out by the busy sounds of the Wu family.

At this moment, the Wu family was busy packing Wu Yu's belongings, as she was to go to the Changlu Escort Agency in the south of the city early the next morning to pay the escort fee and sign the escort contract. The Green Grand Palace was bustling with activity, and no one noticed that Wu Gui, the head steward, had abandoned his post and disappeared without a

trace. Wu Gui himself was also full of doubts. He was supposed to supervise the servants packing their belongings tonight, but he was inexplicably summoned by the Second Madam, who said she had an important task for him. The Second Madam, He Ruoxue, held a very high position in the household, and although Wu Gui was part of the First Madam's faction, he dared not disobey. Following a maid, he headed towards Penglai Residence with his doubts.

Meanwhile, Wu Lingwen, busy with his own affairs, remembered Shen Yanlin's promise not to leave until the appointed time. Looking around and not seeing Wu Gui, he cursed inwardly: "That old servant, of all times, he's gone!" He was eager to return to his room to enjoy the warmth and comfort of his concubines, but also worried that Wu Yu's hasty journey might have left something behind. The two old men, each with different feelings, prepared to head towards their respective wives' rooms, wondering how they would spend the long night.

After the rain, even the leaves of Penglai Residence seemed to have regained their springtime green. The garden was filled with apricot and peach blossoms, a scene described as "red apricots in February, peach blossoms in March, blushing with pink." Long past the blooming season, He Ruoxue never bothered to sweep away the fallen petals, letting them fill the garden with their intoxicating fragrance.

At the railing of the small building, a beautiful woman stood sparsely. From afar, a solitary figure stood, as if searching for someone in a fairyland.

He Ruoxue wore a light green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her bamboo-shoo-like breasts pushing her bodice high. A brocade off-white vest shawl draped over her body, revealing half of her jade-like arms. Her black hair, usually styled in a bun, was now styled into a high-piled bun, the long strands cascading down her back, a touch of dishevelment adding to her allure. Her unadorned face held a hint of unease, her slender waist and rounded hips accentuating her graceful figure as she leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance. Still clinging to her habit of not wearing shoes, her delicate, almost translucent, jade-like feet rested on the clean floor, seemingly tense and uneasy.

Looking towards the path of Penglai Residence, two figures gradually emerged—her maid and Wu Gui. A sudden tightness gripped her heart, and she murmured, "So be it, this must be called cunning..."

Two lines of poetry suddenly came to mind: "The fragrant path has never been swept for guests, but today the humble gate is opened for you."

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