Luxury Home Romance

The Han Dynasty text *Tu Zhai Shu* states, "A merchant's gate should not face south." It also says, "Merchant represents metal, and the south represents fire." Fire overcomes metal, which is inauspicious, while the north represents water, and metal generates water, creating a harmonious and auspicious relationship. Therefore, the main gate should face north. The He family mansion, facing north, perfectly conforms to the views of renowned Chinese feng shui masters.
The He family had been merchants for generations, never involved in politics—a rule passed down for centuries. This taboo was only broken when He Ruobi's father, He Shaoji, became the Assistant Minister of Culture in the early Republic of China. However, perhaps due to He Shaoji's sycophancy and ambition for fame, the He family had fallen into decline, facing financial difficulties and a fading fortune.
It was midsummer, and the setting sun still blazed fiercely. He Xiangsheng, the He family's steward, sighed and closed the heavy vermilion gate. The high walls and deep courtyard remained, but the red paint had long since peeled away, and thin grass and moss grew in the cracks of the stones, exuding the damp smell characteristic of a small town in southern China.
Time flies. He Shaoji, suspected of embezzling ancient paintings, calligraphy, and jade artifacts, was banished from the capital and forced to retire to his home, becoming the Prince of Anle. Perhaps due to his good maintenance, the middle-aged He Shaoji still possessed a full head of black hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses, maintaining his elegant demeanor and extraordinary presence.
He Xiang Sheng surveyed the surroundings of the mansion, noticing he hadn't seen the young master for several days, and went to the western courtyard where He Ruobi lived.
Suddenly, long, passionate moans emanated from the room of the eldest son, He Ruobi. He Xiang Sheng walked towards the closed window; the sounds were coming from there. Through the crack in the window, the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.
The woman's frenzied moans and cries continued unabated. He Xiang Sheng was extremely astonished, for He Ruobi had become a vegetable last year due to drug addiction. He looked up and saw He Ruobi, the eldest son of the He family, sitting alone in a specially made wooden wheelchair in the corner of the long alley. His face was expressionless, stiff and rigid. Clearly, someone had pushed him there and left him unattended.
He Xiang-sheng felt a pang of pain in his heart, immense sorrow. Ruobi was his childhood friend, nominally master and servant, but their bond was like brothers. Now, Ruobi clung to life like a living dead, pushed around like a ghost, appearing intermittently in every corner of the mansion.
He Xiang-sheng walked heavily towards Ruobi. The setting sun shone on Ruobi's face. He Xiang-sheng gazed at him and softly called out, "Brother." A string of tears rolled down Ruobi's dry eyes.
He Xiang-sheng was shocked. He had always thought his young master was unconscious, but now he suddenly realized that this was clearly not the case. He was still conscious! He Xiang-sheng stepped forward and cradled his head, calling out repeatedly with heartbreaking sorrow, "Brother, brother." Instantly, tears streamed down He Xiang-sheng's face, as if he had finally found someone to confide in. He buried his face in He Ruo-bi's arms, sobbing softly in anguish. After
a while, He Xiang-sheng raised his head and carefully examined He Ruo-bi, whose expression remained blank and expressionless. A strange light flickered in He Xiang-sheng's tear-filled eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, you understand everything, I know, you understand everything." Tears welled in He Ruo-bi's eyes, and at that moment, his blank expression suddenly revealed a power hidden deep within.
He Xiang-sheng muttered to himself, "I know you've been poisoned. Someone put drugs in your opium. Brother, I know you have something to say to me, but you can't say it, right? Brother, you understand!" At that moment, loud moans filled the room, drowning out his murmurs, and tears streamed down He Ruo-bi's dry eyes. In the pale sunlight, for the first time , a malicious glint appeared on He Xiang-sheng's honest face. **********
... "Are you going to ejaculate inside me? My whole body is going numb..." Qin Huai gently kneaded her full breasts, while his strong waist thrust continuously, the "plop plop" sounds at their point of contact like the gentle lapping of oars in the Jiangnan water towns. He loved this game of thrusting and piercing, which always made him feel utterly lost and blissful. Qin Wen beneath him was as beautiful as a flower, a typical Jiangnan beauty, with delicate and white skin, like Ming Dynasty porcelain on display in the Palace Museum. Whenever they made love, her peach-blossom eyes would squint, occasionally shimmering with a clear, shimmering light. Qin Huai lowered his body, captured her cherry-like lips, and sipped her nectar. Her cheeks flushed, a seductive rose-red. Qin Wen moaned, her snow-white buttocks raised, the sensation of the engorged penis penetrating her was indescribably exquisite, the immense force almost killing her, yet this beautiful and romantic death was exactly what she had longed for. She cried out again, her slender hands tightly gripping his strong arm, her lower abdomen pressing against him, welcoming the heat and passion of his penis, her mature womanly charm revealed in an instant. "Sister, I want you..." Qin Huai desperately pressed against her tight vaginal walls, the intense spasms and writhing of her vulva forcing him to abandon his deliberate resistance; he wanted to release! To release all his passion! "Sister will give you anything... Xiao Huai, sister wants you too... Ah, sister can't take it anymore..." Her labia parted like a lotus in full bloom, Qin Huai's deep, lingering voice teasing her erogenous zones, the intertwining of flesh complementing her hoarse throat sounds. “That’s right… a little deeper, ah… it’s hitting the spot…” Qin Wen was clearly immersed in extreme excitement. She groaned in pain, her smooth face twitching, her upper body tilting to one side, her ears filled with the youthful breath of Qin Huai. “Hmm, so comfortable…” Qin Huai’s whole body was in a transcendent state. His central nervous system was completely numb, and it felt as if thousands of ants were biting him inside his body, yet it was also extremely comfortable. “Ah, sister, so beautiful…” Wave after wave of pleasure and bliss followed one after another. His head swayed, and he had reached the peak of pleasure. Qin Wen’s vagina was intricately intertwined, tightly gripping that murderous phallus, yet suddenly relaxing, making him unable to stop. Suddenly, Qin Huai’s phallus throbbed several times inside Qin Wen’s vagina, the rhythm as fast as lightning, each thud like a heavy hammer, striking heavily on that smooth and beautiful vulva. Qin Wen trembled with each powerful thrust and pull, her body arching upwards, her vaginal walls contracting tightly to welcome the mysterious and passionate fluid. "Ah, umm... my little rascal, so good..." The light in He Ruobi's room came on. Qin Wen pressed her face against Qin Huai's broad, warm chest. The young man's powerful heartbeat mingled with her soft breathing. Even through his clothes, she could feel the firmness of his muscles. This man stirred not only lust within her, but also a forbidden pleasure and a gentle strength emanating from the depths of his soul, allowing her to face all hardships with equanimity. Only in his presence could she shed her armor. An unhappy marriage had burned away all of Qin Wen's passion; her original pursuit of perfection had withered in her heart. "Xiao Huai, do you really have to leave now?" Qin Huai asked, stroking her beautiful, delicate vulva. After the storm, she appeared even more alluring, her eyes dreamy and seductive. "Can you stay a little longer? Spend more time with your sister." Qin Huai stood up, tying his tie in front of the dressing table mirror, and suddenly asked, "How's Miss Lin doing? Didn't you say everything was fine, that you'd take care of it?" Qin Wen retorted, "You heartless thing, still thinking about her at a time like this!" Jealousy overflowed, her coquettish expression particularly alluring in the dim light. Qin Huai pinched her full, shapely breasts, teasingly saying, "Why are you jealous? Didn't we agree that you'd introduce us so I could make my move?" "Hmph, I'm afraid that by then, you'll have Yingying and forget about the matchmaker." "Sister, don't you know what kind of person I am?" Qin Huai's middle finger slipped into her moist place, "Do you think I would really like your opium-smoking mistress?"

Just then, the heavy creaking of a wooden wheelchair came from outside the door, startling Qin Huai and Qin Wen. Qin Wen quickly turned off the light. The creaking grew closer and closer before finally stopping. Naked, Qin Wen jumped out of bed and, like a white ghost, sneaked to the doorway, peering through the window, but saw nothing.
Qin Huai gently opened the door. In the moonlight, He Ruobi sat in the wooden wheelchair, facing the entrance like a statue. Clearly, someone had deliberately placed the wheelchair there. The courtyard was quiet, the moonlight shimmering, and a gentle breeze blowing. Qin Huai suddenly felt a chill creep over him, and a strange light appeared in his eyes, a mixture of contempt, anger, disdain, and perhaps even a hint of guilt.
At this moment, the croaking of frogs filled the air, as if a strange, eerie atmosphere lingered around them. Not far from them, a person hid in the bushes, spying, staring fiercely at the couple, while clutching their hair in agony.
He Ruolin unfolded an exquisite, light-colored folding fan, depicting the playboy Yan Qing's rendezvous with Li Shishi. Yan Qing was shirtless, his embroidered tattoos alluring, while the beautiful Li Shishi gently caressed his blue floral embroidery with her delicate hands. "This light-colored painting is a masterpiece, a once-in-a-century masterpiece. Where did this erotic painting come from?"
Her gaze fell upon He Xiang Sheng, dressed simply, bowing respectfully as he fiddled with his smoking paraphernalia. "I heard that Miss likes 'Water Margin,' so I had someone buy it from Shanghai. I thought Miss would be pleased."
"You're quite filial, Xiang Sheng."
The croaking of frogs filled the window. It was a sweltering night, and He Ruolin lay listlessly on the smoking kang, her clothes disheveled. The frogs croaked more frequently than usual. He Xiang Sheng stole glances at Miss He, his eyes lingering on her ample bosom. Her ample breasts twitched restlessly.
"Hey, where are you looking?" Her voice was seductive and alluring, full of provocation. He Xiang Sheng seemed to be electrocuted, his whole body trembling.
"You spineless coward, you looked, so what? Why are you so scared?" He Ruo Lin smiled dismissively. "You used to be so spirited when you were little, how come you're becoming more and more pathetic? You're so afraid of me, like a mouse before a cat."
He Xiang Sheng smiled awkwardly and turned to walk towards the door. He Ruo Lin watched his imposing back, an indescribable desire flickering in her eyes. She suddenly stood up. "Xiang Sheng, come back."
He Xiang Sheng was somewhat flustered, his heart pounding. He seemed to have a premonition of what was about to happen. He Ruolin patted his head. "You know what's good about you, and what's bad about you?"
He Xiang Sheng stared wide-eyed at the eccentric young lady. "You're good in that you're obedient, but bad in that you're too obedient. You're like an obedient dog; you bark when you're told to." She then covered her mouth and laughed heartily.
He Xiang Sheng's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to stammer out, "I'm just your dog, Miss. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do."
He Ruolin glanced at him with her phoenix eyes, her gaze sparkling. "Hehe, I'll ask you to sleep with me, do you dare?" Her slender hand gently stroked his thick black hair, moving downwards, her long fingers lightly tapping his nipple. He Xiang Sheng trembled under her touch.
Outside, the stars shone brightly, and the frogs croaked loudly. An uncontrollable passion suddenly erupted between them. He Xiang Sheng suddenly threw himself on He Ruolin without hesitation; his movements were clumsy, yet incredibly powerful. He Ruolin, panting and giggling, let him frantically undress her, her clothes already disheveled.
He Xiang Sheng froze, his eyes greedily fixed on her smooth, delicate body, its whiteness almost blinding. He cried out, kneeling down and taking her round, pointed nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, like a baby nursing. Later, his tongue moved lightly, circling the nipple.
"Ah, ah, be gentle... you rascal," He Ruolin gently tapped his head, her voice sweet and languid, more of a seduction than a reproach.
He Xiang Sheng began to thrust harder, biting, pulling, and licking, making her moan and groan with pleasure. She swayed her beautiful long hair from side to side, her alluring posture truly arousing He Xiang Sheng's already weakened nerves.
He parted her legs, revealing a perfect vulva covered in fine, soft pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle shape, her pink buttocks swaying gently, her body radiating a dazzling glow. He began to kiss her delicate calves, his large, rough hands stroking down her legs. "Ah!" He gently bit her nail-painted toes.
He knelt on one knee on the bed, his other hand already sliding towards that intoxicating place, the alluring entrance to her paradise. He gently stroked the tuft of dark, glossy pubic hair, which undulated like waves with his fingers. Finally, he touched it, touched her trembling, easily sensitive clitoris. Their breaths quickened, and for a moment, the room was so quiet that only their own heartbeats could be heard.
"It's so beautiful!"
"You idiot! I'm beautiful everywhere!"
"Yes! But it's even more alluring, I'm going to die!"
He Xiang Sheng's hands began to caress her incessantly, and under his kneading, He Ruo Lin's buttocks twisted incessantly, and her vulva oozed clear love fluid.
"Oh... God, oh..." He Xiang Sheng's fingers probed into her slender vulva, her trembling body twisting uncontrollably, her whole body limp and boneless, moaning incessantly.
He Xiang Sheng propped his elbows on the kang (a heated brick bed), buried his head between her wide-open legs, bit down on her protruding clitoris, lightly licked it with his tongue, and then moved up and down, left and right, along her swollen vulva, from the inside out, as if sipping a delicacy.
He Xiang Sheng adjusted his position, lifted her up a little, and then sank down. It was indeed large, overwhelmingly so, filling her sweet flower garden. She felt incredibly full, her vulva tightly enveloping its robust and magnificent form. He Xiang-sheng's thrusts, each squat and pound, violently pounded against her delicate vulva, causing a torrent of fluids to gush forth deep within.
He Ruo-lin felt blissful, lightheaded, her hands gripping his back tightly, her hair disheveled, her moans a mixture of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, she bit down on his broad shoulder, her teeth digging deep into his muscles.
He Xiang-sheng cried out in pain; blood was flowing from his shoulder, trickling down his back. He Ruo-lin greedily licked and sucked at it with her blood-red tongue, a powerful itch and pain assaulting He Xiang-sheng's senses. Yet, her seductive smile and her fragrant breaths were so captivating!
He thrust in hard, the depth of his love matching the depth of his penetration. This series of thrusts caused Miss He to cry out loudly again; her whole body was numb with pleasure. The blood excited her, and the powerful impact brought her to orgasm after orgasm. She began to tremble, experiencing a strange kind of excitement amidst the pain of reality.
The noisy croaking of frogs outside the window suddenly fell silent. In that moment of silence, He Ruolin let out a hysterical scream, a long, drawn-out cry filled with extreme pain and extraordinary pleasure, echoing through the mansion in the dead of night.
In the afternoon, a sudden thunderstorm struck, bringing the first heavy rain of summer. He Shaoji returned from meeting friends in the provincial capital, proudly displaying a photo of himself with the provincial chairman, Zhu Jingbo. He took out a peach blossom fan from his briefcase. "This was painted by Chairman Zhu Jingbo and given to me." The fan was stained with rouge, the branches and leaves sparse, and inscribed with a poem: "How often have I seen fragrant blossoms east of the well, my leisurely mood captured in a painting; who laughs more than the blood of Xiangjun, Cui Hu rekindling the old red of yesteryear?"
"Wen'er, this fan is for you." He admired it with relish, his peripheral vision catching glimpses of his daughter-in-law Qin Wen's exquisite and graceful figure.
Today, Qin Wen wore a light blue silk cheongsam, her long, black hair neatly combed, adorned with a jade hairpin in her round bun. Her delicate, rosy skin accentuated her refined and dignified features, making her look like a delicate, meticulously painted lady from Qian Huian's paintings.
"Thank you, Father. You must be tired from your return. Go take a bath first. I had the servants install a bathtub today; it's an English enamel bathtub."
"Hmm, good. Wen'er, I heard your brother is here. I want to see him later." He loved the glimpse of her pink neck when she slightly raised her head, a sign of her budding youth. Even that casual posture was enough to dazzle his feigned strength.
His gaze fell from her eyebrows to the mounds of her chest. Even through the light blue dress, he could imagine the power hidden beneath those two peaks. Every time he gazed at Qin Wen's alluring figure, he found it hard to resist that intense desire.
"Okay, but he just went to town to rent a bicycle. He might be back a little late." Qin Wen avoided her father-in-law's fiery gaze and turned to leave.
He Shaoji had always liked to feign elegance and admire his own beauty, always thinking himself a dashing and talented man, and that he too needed a beautiful woman by his side. A while ago, I heard he'd swindled a female teacher at the town's elementary school, causing her family to come knocking on his door, and it cost him five hundred silver dollars to settle the matter. After that incident, he'd finally toned it down a bit, but old as he is, his heart isn't young anymore, and recently he's been eyeing his lecherous daughter-in-law , Qin Wen, who's practically a widow.
He chuckled a few times, finding it uninteresting, and headed towards the bathroom. This was something he'd instructed them to install before leaving. A very spacious Chinese-style room contained a solitary, Western-style bathtub, without hot or cold water taps or drainpipes.
Reaching the bathroom door, He Shaoji saw steam rising inside, thinking his wife was thoughtful enough to have the hot water ready. He opened the door, only to see a naked woman sitting in the bathtub, slender yet voluptuous, with curves in all the right places, especially her large, firm breasts, which were faintly visible through the water. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" Wasn't this his daughter, He Ruolin?
He Ruolin, who had been enjoying the warmth with her eyes closed, opened them at the sound. "Dad, why are you in?" she asked, arching her back as she spoke, her smooth body gleaming.
"Silly daughter, why didn't you call someone to watch the door while you were taking a bath? What kind of decorum is this, letting an outsider barge in!" He scolded, his gaze fixed on the tuft of dark hair between her thighs, swaying provocatively in the water.
"Tch, who else in this house would dare to come in besides you? Even my brother couldn't come in if he wanted to." He Ruolin lazily raised her arm, running her fingers through her hair, looking like a lotus emerging from the water, delicate and charming. She didn't seem to care. "Dad, don't be so serious. You've seen this body before." She playfully touched He Shaoji's slightly embarrassed face, placing his hand on her ample breasts. "It's been so long since I've touched you, do you want to? Hmm!"
"Hehe, last time it was an accident, I mistook you for..." He Shaoji was at a loss, completely flustered. In front of his unrestrained daughter, he was always in the position of the weaker party.
After He Ruobi's accident last year, he kept thinking that his daughter-in-law must be lonely living alone. Finally, on a full moon night, he took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into Qin Wen's bed, but he didn't expect that although he succeeded, the one sleeping in the bed was his own daughter, He Ruolin. It turned out that He Ruolin went to visit her brother that day and was very tired, so she fell asleep on the bed. Qin Wen went to visit someone and didn't come back. As a result, by a twist of fate, He Shaoji failed in his attempt to have an affair and ended up raping his own daughter.
"Hmph, who do you take me for? Your daughter-in-law, you shameless old man!" He Ruolin pouted her bright red lips, stood up, and revealed her alluring vulva.
“Your dad isn’t old. You were so happy that night, weren’t you ashamed?” He Shaoji hated being called old and was a little annoyed.
“Oh, you’re so smug!” He Ruolin giggled, stepping out of the bathtub. “Come on, young dad, help your daughter get dressed.”
He Shaoji couldn’t take it anymore. He roared, hoisted his daughter onto his shoulders, and went into the inner room. This inner room was now uninhabited. It used to be the residence of his first wife, He Ruolin’s biological mother. After her death, when he took a concubine, he arranged for her to live elsewhere. Anyway, there were plenty of rooms in this mansion. He Ruolin giggled, letting her father throw her onto the bed. After her bath, she was as soft as a feather, her body as supple as cotton, her breath sweet and fragrant, possessing a unique charm.
Outside the window, large raindrops pattered on the sycamore trees, a sound mingled with the croaking of frogs. He Shaoji seemed to hear his daughter's soft breathing. His eyes were fixed on her pink vulva, shimmering with an unusual luster.
"Lin'er, you're even whiter than your mother, your skin is so delicate..."
Naked, He Shaoji possessed a strength beyond his years, his muscles powerful. His lips slowly kissed his daughter's dazzling body, finally lingering beside her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, shaking his head, as if this fragrance belonged only in heaven, rarely tasted on earth.
He Shaoji extended his long tongue, touching her erect clitoris, finding an unusual flavor. He Ruolin tensed, trembling as if struck by lightning, her eyes darting around, full of desire. "You bad man, come on up." Her head tilted back slightly, her small mouth uttering sweet words, making her full breasts even more prominent.
He Shaoji grasped her two plump breasts with both hands, kneading them while moaning, "Mmm... hum... mmm..." He adored her pink vulva, swollen and full, especially the inverted triangle of pubic hair, so black it was mesmerizing.
He parted the two crimson labia with his fingers, and unlike other women, a small, pearl-like clitoris was hidden deep inside, contrasting beautifully with the clitoris on the outside. He gently flicked that tempting little clitoris, and in that instant, He Ruolin screamed, her two slender legs tensing, but then she opened them again, and a clear stream gushed out, filling the room with the scent of lust.
"Ouch, you old bastard...you're courting death...you're touching me there...it's so itchy...hee..."
He Ruolin's fair skin glowed with a rosy hue, her slender curves undulating with her heavy breathing. Driven by lust, she became a sex machine, her legs spread wide.
"Daddy's in, little tits." He Shaoji guided his large penis, parting her thick labia, and squeezed it into her tight vagina.
"Ah!" He Shaoji cried out, "So tight, my little darling, even your mother wasn't this tight before she had children, hehe, it's squeezing me..."
He began to move slowly, the rhythm gentle, with a composure unique to middle-aged men. He had slept with countless women throughout his life, many virtuous women's chastity destroyed by his enormous member, but how many could have intercourse with their own daughter like this? He Shaoji couldn't help but feel smug. Lost in his own world, he treated the daughter beneath him as if she were the woman he had ravaged before. He roared and thrust in and out of her, his penis repeatedly emerging from the weeds, causing the vaginal fluids to splash wildly.
"Call me, call me dear daddy! Call me now!" His face contorted into a hideous grotesque expression in an instant, while his powerful waist pounded against the delicate body beneath him.
"Ah... dear... dear daddy... I... oh... oh..." He Ruolin's eyes were filled with lust, her cherry lips trembled, and her bones felt as if they were about to fall apart. She screamed desperately, twisting and turning with all her might, feeling that each of her father's thrusts was so thrilling, reaching straight to her core. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her plump buttocks arching upwards, moving in and out with each pleasurable thrust. Gradually, her voice became hoarse, but her unrestrained moans and screams still echoed in the large inner room.
With wave after wave of thrusts, He Shaoji found himself gradually losing strength. He slowed his pace, regulating his breathing; this technique of tight thrusts and slow grinding was a secret from his family's erotic books. Under his meticulous and attentive penetration, He Ruolin felt wave after wave of giant waves washing over the inner walls of her vagina, so comfortable and pleasurable. She twisted her alluring body restlessly, her body, immersed in lovemaking, began to spasm involuntarily. Her fragrant lips parted, and a rich, sweet nectar flowed from them.
He Shaoji suddenly became heavy, thrusting forcefully again and again, making her vagina ache. She involuntarily cried out, "Dad, be gentle... I'm going to tear..."
"Hehe, you're useless. How's your old man's skill? You little slut!" He Shaoji laughed wildly, raising his enormous penis again and thrusting it deep into her core, causing her to splatter with vaginal fluid and moan incessantly.
"Dad, please, let me go, Lin'er is going to die..." Under the immense pain, He Ruolin couldn't withstand it and begged for mercy.
He Shaoji suddenly thrust again with great force, this time pushing He Ruolin to the corner of the bed. Her head was tilted to one side, her hair disheveled, covered in sweat, and she was panting heavily.
"When will you help your old man get your sister-in-law?" He Shaoji couldn't help but feel lustful again at the thought of that lovely, delicate woman. His previously shrunken penis enlarged again, stretching He Ruolin's vagina until it throbbed with pain.
“Dad, you have no conscience! You're always looking for more than you have.” He Ruolin’s tears welled up, a mixture of joy and bitterness. “My brother is in such a state, and you still…”
“You little slut, you don’t understand. We shouldn’t let the good stuff go to outsiders. It’s precisely because your brother is like this that your old man is taking care of him. Otherwise, I’m worried that woman won’t behave herself.” He Shaoji bent down and sucked up his daughter’s tears, feeling a bittersweet ache.
“Don’t you still have a few concubines? Aren’t Manqian and Wanyi your favorites?” He Ruolin was referring to He Shaoji’s newly acquired concubines, but he always loved novelty. After a few months of marriage, he lost interest and discarded them like worn-out shoes, leaving those beautiful young women to live in solitude.
“Go away, those whores aren’t even half as good as Wen’er. They’re not even worthy to carry her shoes. I’ll sell them all one day.” He Shaoji spat, then pressed his lips to his daughter’s cherry-like mouth, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues intertwined, and for a moment, the inner room was filled with their rapid breathing and lingering moans.
“Ah, oh… a little deeper, ah… I’m there, I’m there…” When a stream of turbid fluid shot into He Ruolin’s full flower garden, she remembered that it was her father who was ravaging her. “Ah, don’t shoot inside… Dad, no…”
He Shaoji ignored her at this moment, only focusing on ejaculating his passion. “What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, no, what if I get pregnant? What will I do then?” Although He Ruolin was somewhat shameless, she was also a little scared.
"Hey, I'm still your dad, aren't I? With you around, I can bring someone in, and I'm still your grandpa, hehehe..." He Shaoji lewdly chuckled, his penis suddenly pulling out of the tightly clenched vagina, instantly bringing out a lot of sticky, lustful fluid, soaking the white sheets.
Qin Huai seemed to have entered a strange world, pretentiously surveying He Ruolin's room. The room was exquisitely furnished, but the entire space was permeated with the lewd atmosphere unique to once-luxurious families. Hanging in front was a painting, "The Imperial Concubine Bathing," by the famous late Qing and early Republican-era artist Liu Mianyun. Above the wide kang (heated brick bed) hung a huge mirror, reflecting the carved red nanmu (a type of Chinese privet) bed. On a long table were many strange and unusual vases, all cloisonné from Jiangxi.
He Ruolin casually lifted a bottle cap, revealing a drawing of a man and woman making love on the back. She chuckled, "This is my drawing of Ximen Qing and Li Ping'er having an affair. What do you think?" Ever since Qin Huai arrived at the He residence, she had been curious about something this student from the big city possessed that was absent in small towns.
"You've read *Jin Ping Mei*?" Qin Huai asked, somewhat surprised that this young lady from a wealthy family could be so dissolute.
He Ruolin grinned and pulled a picture book from a drawer. The illustrations were extremely vulgar and comical, filled with erotic depictions. “Xiao Huai, you studied in Shanghai for five years, you must have seen a lot of the world. Tell me about it, shall we?”
Qin Huai smiled. “What’s there to talk about in the outside world? I prefer the tranquility here.”
“Do you think a girl like me, who isn’t married yet, shouldn’t be watching such vulgar things?”
“Heh, I know that since ancient times, before a girl gets married, her family has always prepared such erotic films for the bride to watch.”
Qin Huai walked to the smoking platform, his eyes fixed on the tray containing the complete smoking set. He picked up a stick, took a small piece of tobacco paste from the tobacco box, and skillfully pinched it between his fingertips. His practiced movements clearly showed that he was an expert in this field. He Ruolin watched in surprise; this was clearly unexpected.
Qin Huai struck a match and lit the lamp. “How’s my tobacco burning?” He Ruolin nodded repeatedly. Qin Huai looked at her with a strange gaze. "Doesn't your He family always like others to light your pipes? How about a puff?" He used a skewer to scoop out the tobacco paste he was holding, then placed it over the fire to heat it, kneading it constantly with an almost artistic touch.
He Ruolin shuddered at the wispy fragrance. Suddenly, she lunged forward, snatched the pipe from his hand, threw it into the pipe tray, and pressed her entire body against Qin Huai.
It was already dark. He Xiang Sheng stood outside the window, clearly eavesdropping. He could clearly hear the heavy breathing and unrestrained moans coming from Miss He's room, accompanied by the cacophony of frogs. He Xiang Sheng painfully closed his eyes. Suddenly, he put his fist in his mouth and bit down hard. In the moonlight, blood flowed in a dark line down He Xiang Sheng's wrist.
Qin Wen poured some white powder from a snuff bottle into the opium paste box, stirred it evenly with a spatula, then picked up a small piece of the mixed paste, burned it over the lamp, and handed it to He Shaoji, who was lying on the kang (heated brick bed). "Father, this opium is truly extraordinary, no wonder it's from the provincial capital. The taste is so wonderful."
He Shaoji chuckled, "Of course, good Wen'er, come here, lie down next to me."
Qin Wen lightly tapped his slightly balding forehead with a finger, scolding, "Go away, don't you even see your son is here?" He Ruobi sat expressionlessly in his wooden wheelchair, his neck tilted, looking quite comical.
"Alas, poor child," He Shaoji sighed, walking over and turning his son's wheelchair around so it faced the door.
"Pfft," Qin Wen laughed, "You're just fooling yourself, what is this?" She pressed down on the old hand that was rubbing her thigh.
"Good Wen'er, give it to me, you know your father-in-law will treat you well." He Shaoji's hand reached inside her thigh, hooked the thin veil covering her vulva, and ripped it off in one swift motion.
"You old bastard, do you really want to do this to me in front of your son?" Qin Wen pouted and fell onto the kang (heated brick bed), her white and shiny vulva gleaming strangely under the lamplight. He Shaoji inserted his middle finger and probed a few times, feeling only a narrow, winding path leading to a secluded spot.
"I'm going to die! It hurts!" Qin Wen kicked him, and He Shaoji swayed, rolling to a corner of the kang.
He Shaoji was somewhat annoyed, "You really won't give it to me? I'm going to do it to you today!" He grabbed her small hand, pressed her to the ground, preventing her from moving, and reached to pull down his pants. Qin Wen, however, slipped out like a fish and bit his wrist hard. This bite enraged He Shaoji even more. Muttering something under his breath, he raised his hand high and slapped Qin Wen across the face. The slap stunned Qin Wen; for a moment, she felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
"You slut, you ungrateful bitch!" He Shaoji muttered, standing on the kang (heated brick bed) and pulling down his pants, his dark, glistening penis already hot and eager to test itself.
"You old bastard, you hit me! You're not a man!" Qin Wen shrank to the edge of the kang, tears streaming down her face, a pitiful sight.
"Whether I'm a man or not, you'll find out soon enough, you bitch." He Shaoji pounced on Qin Wen, pressing her naked body down on top of him. He had seen, touched, and even kissed this beautiful body, but he had never actually fucked it! Today, he was finally going to get his wish. He hoisted Qin Wen's thighs onto his shoulders, pressing them forcefully against her chest, his hands on her fragrant shoulders, and began to thrust into her violently.
He didn't know why. Why was he, who usually claimed to be a gentleman, so recklessly and shamelessly fucking her? The air was filled with the distinctive aroma of opium, mixed with the smell of their lewd semen, creating a bizarre atmosphere.
Qin Wen's pink legs swayed on his shoulders, her moans mingling with his heavy breathing and murmurs. Her brows were filled with excitement and triumph, but He Shaoji, lost in his lust, wouldn't notice. He simply buried himself in his work, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes, without any skill or fancy moves. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his cheeks trembled and twitched, twisted into a grimace, devoid of any elegance.
Suddenly, He Shaoji screamed, a sharp voice filled with extreme pain. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, sprawling onto that beautiful body, motionless. Qin Wen pushed him away, and He Shaoji slumped limply onto the kang, curling into a ball. "Hehehe, you surnamed He, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Qin Wen glared viciously at the pale-faced body, muttering, "I wonder how Xiao Huai is doing
?
" ********** ... Her vulva was swollen and red, like a rotten peach.
In her extreme frenzy, she allowed Qin Huai to penetrate her most sensitive and untouchable chrysanthemum bud. The intense tearing pain and exaggerated impact tormented her to the point of being completely broken. Wave after wave of the penis gushing and tearing inside her rectum made her feel like she was dying and coming back to life. She cried out, begging for his mercy and mercy. But his merciless response was a tidal wave of penetration. In the frenzy, He Ruolin bled streams of bright red blood, flowing down her fair legs and soaking the cushion on the kang (heated brick bed).
"Hey!" Qin Huai thrust hard again, slamming her against the wall. He grabbed her long, flowing hair and pulled it back, while his powerful waist thrust forward, each time penetrating deep into her rectum. Each withdrawal was a long, agonizing ordeal.
He Ruolin didn't understand why he hated her so much, as if he wanted to tear her apart. Her screams turned into intermittent sobs, and then she gradually fell silent. Although she wasn't dead, she knew she was nearly dried up.
With a dull thud, Qin Huai pulled out his still-erect penis, and a stream of blood spurted out, almost splashing onto his smooth, naked body. He spat in disgust, put on his clothes, and casually stuffed the exquisite snuff bottle on the table into his pocket. It was with this drug that he and his sister had managed to kill He Ruobi and his sister, the core figures of the He family. Now only that old man was left. He wondered if his sister had succeeded.
At this moment, he heard a knocking sound at the door, and that familiar, intoxicating voice: "Xiao Huai, are you done?"
He opened the door and saw Qin Wen standing there with a radiant smile, a few strands of hair falling across her broad, smooth forehead, adding to her charm.
"Ah!" They embraced tightly, their excited lips exploring each other, their tongues entwining, eagerly savoring the joy of victory.
Just then, a cold voice came from behind them: "You two, you've gone too far." A man with a simple, honest face emerged from behind a tree, holding a hunting rifle. His face showed anger and contempt, yet his eyes held a hint of pain.
"Ah, Xiang Sheng!" Qin Wen recognized him and quickly stepped in front of Qin Huai.
"Don't do this, Xiang Sheng, you know I was forced into this." She said as she walked forward, her eyes darting around, searching for a moment to strike.
"Don't come any closer, I'm warning you, I'll shoot."
"Xiang Sheng, you won't shoot, will you? Don't you love me?" Qin Wen took a step forward, suddenly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her two firm, full breasts. “I know you often hide behind the woodshed to watch me relieve myself, but I’ve never told anyone, have I? Xiang Sheng.”
A warmth slowly welled up in He Xiang Sheng’s eyes, mingled with a hint of longing and affection. “No, no, no, Young Mistress, I…I…” His hands trembled; he felt his strong arms could barely support the weight of the hunting rifle. He slowly lowered it.
Qin Wen staggered, still walking towards him, when suddenly her foot slipped, and she was about to fall to the ground. He Xiang Sheng quickly dropped the rifle and caught the swaying Qin Wen. “What’s wrong, Young Mistress?”
Qin Wen whimpered, opening her pitiful, tearful eyes. She raised her head, and her fragrant lips bit He Xiang Sheng’s lips, releasing a sweet, sweet scent. He Xiang Sheng was momentarily dazed; his previously clear mind was instantly filled with pity for his beautiful woman.
Time slipped by silently. Suddenly, He Xiang Sheng screamed, shoving Qin Wen far away, his strong hand pointing directly at her, "You, you venomous woman!" Then he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, unwilling to die.
"You damned dog!" Qin Huai grinned and stepped forward, pulling out the shimmering green jade hairpin still stuck deep in his left breast.
"Sister, come, let me put it in for you."
Qin Wen smiled sweetly, a smile that, even in the moonlight, was captivating and enchanting. Qin Huai froze, then scooped her up and hoisted her onto his shoulder, heading towards the room.
Suddenly, a huge explosion came from afar, followed by deafening blasts. Qin Huai was startled, his hands went limp, and Qin Wen jumped to the ground. Their eyes met, both filled with fear.
Just then, terrified shouts came from outside the gate: "Run! The Japanese soldiers have broken in! Nanjing has fallen!"
Qin Wen sighed, "Xiao Huai, man proposes, God disposes. It seems our hard-won fortune is about to slip away again." For people like them, the most painful thing in the world is seeing their hard-won gains slip away.
Qin Huai hugged her tightly, "It's alright, there will always be a time of success. Besides, there's still a lot of gold and silver jewelry here; it'll be worth a good amount if we sell it."
Qin Wen sighed, "These are chaotic times; money is worthless. Today you can buy a rickshaw, tomorrow you might only be able to buy a box of matches. I think we should bury it all and come back for it later." She looked up and kissed him. He was the love of her life, their only companion since childhood. "Where are we going? The situation doesn't look good."
"Sister, why don't we go to the Northwest? I don't think the Central Army can beat the Japanese; they're doomed sooner or later." Qin Huai carried her limp body into the house. "When I was hanging around in Shanghai, I met a woman, a third-rate movie actress. I heard she's doing quite well in Yan'an, Shaanxi. Let's go and join her."
"Hmm, that sounds good. What's her name?"
"She used to be called Lan Ping in Shanghai, but I heard she changed her name; now she's called Jiang Qing."

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