Suddenly the light became brighter, and if you think that’s the result, you’re wrong.
The entry was an extremely lascivious scene of a man with a beautiful woman between his ears, both of them panting softly.
The man looked at the woman’s two peaks kept undulating, the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of lewd smile, “Sister-in-law you don’t need to pretend anymore, you obviously need a man! As the saying goes, “Fertile water does not flow to outsiders’ fields, I have long wanted to enjoy fish and water with you!” After saying this, he grabbed the woman’s breasts with both hands and rubbed them vigorously, with an eerie smile on his face, which gave people chills.
The woman gasped and barely replied, “No Yu Di …… Oh! My …… humble husband just died, I …… how can I apologize to him! You don’t! Qi’er is still sleeping!” The man did not say anything, at this moment, all the words are redundant, in addition to increasing the intensity of the rubbing, he will not say nonsense again.
The woman had lust and passion in her eyes, a look that drove the man even crazier.
The man looked at the beautiful woman and laughed lewdly, “Sister-in-law, I know that you have always been clean and consider yourself to be chaste, and now I want to see if you can be just as saintly or lewd under me, hahaha! You are so beautiful, I am really afraid of melting in my mouth, and afraid of dropping in my hand.
I will give you a taste of pleasure that you could never get with my big brother.” The man couldn’t help but laugh.
The man’s hands kept stroking over the woman’s body, following her bosoms all the way down.
All the while, her eyes held a smug smile as she looked at the beautiful woman.
In his heart, he was filled with complacency, he wanted to humiliate her properly and make her submit to his lustful authority forever.
The man’s hands rubbed the reddish, bulging jade breasts, and his mouth gently kissed the woman’s small mouth, gently savoring the delicacy of those delicate lips.
The woman’s entire body shook, and she could only keep her teeth tightly closed to retain her last shred of delicacy and dignity.
The man tasted it for a while, then he wanted to attack the castle, and saw that the woman’s eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and a mischievous smile in her eyes.
His hands played with that pair of jade breasts that countless people in the world would not dare to desecrate to their heart’s content, rubbing them vigorously, while his right hand twisted the red and tender beads of the breasts, and with a slight force, the woman couldn’t help but her whole body trembling, and her tightly bitten lips parting slightly.
The man, however, took the opportunity to attack the city, his spirit tongue curled around the shy lilac tongue and savored it with abandon.
At the same time his hands also gradually close to the woman’s hidden place, the man found that the woman’s eyes flashed a glimmer of essence, however, it was fleeting, his heart was very pleased.
Just as he was about to continue deeper he suddenly felt something and he slammed his palm back.
At once the world went dark again once more.
Ah! Chandor jolted awake to that horrible dream again, a dream that had haunted him for nine years.
Who were the man and the woman? And what was their relationship with themselves? Outside, the attendant boy, Dog Yu, heard the young master’s shouts and rushed in.
“Are you alright, young master! I heard you shouting, why don’t I go wake up Master and Madam?” The dog said as he gasped for breath.
“I’m fine, I just had that dream again.
You go to sleep! By the way don’t ever disturb father and mother!” Chandor replied.
“Hm! Young master, don’t think so much, tomorrow I’ll take you to the theater.
I heard that there’s a new theater troupe in town recently, and that little lady has a wonderful body!” Dog Yu said while drooling.
“Alright go on!” Chandor went back to sleep, this time he slept soundly.
A restful lewd smile appeared on his face!!! Qian Duo, the adopted son of Lin’an City’s Minister Qian, is fifteen years old.
Ever since he came to the Qian family at the age of six he has shown great wit, and he knows poetry and songs at the drop of a hat.
Unfortunately, he was a debauched man by nature, and apart from liking to play it’s all about checking out beautiful women.
“I don’t know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the spring breeze is like scissors in February.” On those lingering, moist, floating spring days with the dark scent of flowers, Young Master Chandor never took the trouble to pay attention to the windows.
At that time his eyes were fixed on the pretty woman all day long, window was just a term for him, too empty and meaningless.
Until a long time later, Young Master Chandor hadn’t been able to figure out whether he had been blessed with heavenly fortune or deserved to suffer.
Why the sudden interest in that window across the street on that particular day.
On that evening, when spring forced its way through the pain and squeezed its parched breasts to sow a misty drizzle on the earth, the dog suddenly realized that Young Master Qian’s gaze had crossed the low-hanging curtain of rain and was perched shockingly on an exquisite window.
The window was very quaint in style, and slightly attractive in that it was large and high and well made, painted a deep red that showed modesty to outsiders, and the delicate plum lattice was so light that it seemed to defy the impact of a beam of daylight.
The window’s latch probably wasn’t bolted properly, and a wisp of breeze opened half of it, creaking even in the midst of the wind and rain and noise, which could still be alarming to hear at first glance.
Young Master Qian stopped his feet as a matter of course.
He stood and looked forward inside the house as if he wanted to turn into a ray of light and go inside to see what was going on.
Dog left to see a few women selling camellias holding various colors of paper umbrellas from the bottom of the surplus walked by, one of the clothes from the waist down all drenched in the rain, revealing the rounded buttocks and slender thighs.
The dog left stabbed the dazed young master Qian, signaling him to use his eyes to inquire about that wet wonderful place, but who knows that the young master Qian did not think at all, gently laughed and began to survey the opposite window again.
Young Master Qian’s action surprised the dog in a million ways, if it was in the past, Young Master Qian would have rushed to the window with great interest to see what was going on.
One might even paw through the rain curtains with their hands in an effort to get a better view.
Perhaps a few drops of water will be shattered by the urgency of Young Master Qian’s painful choice to separate.
But now this was puzzling the dog.
From then on, Mr. Chandor stayed in front of the window as if he were possessed, looking at the window across the street, what exactly was he looking forward to? I don’t know how many days later the window opened abruptly like a sore mussel.
Master Chandor knew full well that he could see the mark again.
It seemed like God was helping, the sun was shining on the windows and everything was so clear.
A pair of hands slowly came out of it, women’s hands, white, delicate, yet surprisingly long and slender, and as she rested them carelessly on the window-sill a fire-printed mark appeared on the back of them.
That hand moved gently, so casually and naturally.
Suddenly it seemed to perceive the warm and delighted eyes of Young Master Qian, and quietly passed away.
It was only a moment, but Chandor was still very excited.
This was due to his thirst for his birthright.
It’s not bad. Chandor is not the real son of Mr. Chandor.
Mr. Qian has been doing good deeds for half of his life, but he has no children at all. Mr. Qian is a child who was rescued from a cliff when he was doing business outside the company.
Chandor was six years old then, and his clothes had already been scraped by the branch, and I think it was the branch that saved his little life.
But due to the strong impact on his brain Chandor lost his previous memories.
Mr. Qian believes in fate and brings him home to raise him, and Mrs. Qian treats him as if he were her own son.
But Chandor knows that he is not their biological child, and he has been on a quest to find his birth parents.
And the only thing he could rely on was the Fire Seal Jade Pendant that he had worn since he was a child.
Now that he has finally found a clue about his own life he is not willing to give up.
On the night that turned his fate around, Chandor had a few moments of pity and sympathy for the moon that hung cold in the sky.
He stood alone under his own tall tree, looking at the moon through the lush foliage, feeling as if the moon was as lonely as he was.
It was so clear and cold that he wanted to throw his new jade plate at home into the sky to give it company.
Such a moonlit night has faded and blurred in everyone’s memories, except for the clarity that lives on in Chandor’s mind.
The moon that night was so bright that one could see the jade tree on the moon palace, and a white cloud lying horizontally made the shape of the moon look as if it were a beautiful breast.
Young master Qian sneaked out of the house behind the back of his family and the dog, he walked alone, the moon followed him in the sky, he felt the moonlight dripping down from the tips of his hair, his heart was teased by the watery and misty and flickering moonlight, the mysterious call from the window gave him a strong impulse: to climb in! Must go in! Chandor’s strong conviction was like a dense cloud, blocking the brighter and brighter moonlight, only to see him reach into his bosom and fumble around for a while, pulling out an iron grip only used by martial arts characters.
The iron grip was rather old, so black that there was not a single reflection.
Young Master Qian pinched the rope and danced the iron grip around a few times, the whirring sound that swung up seemed dominating in the quiet night.
Dancing, the iron grip flew down to the windowsill like a bat, strangely silent.
Young Master Qian looked back and around and realized that there was no one except the night breeze and moonlight strolling through the streets.
Young Master Qian smiled gleefully as his heart, stuffed with longing, tumbled suddenly, and he felt he was close to grasping his long-held dream as he made his way up the rope.
Thinking about it, his hands didn’t let up, and it wasn’t long before his palms touched the edge of the window.
An unnamable urge seized him.
He finally touched the window.
At that moment, he almost fainted with ecstasy.
The window opened noiselessly, and it was dark and terribly silent inside.
But Chandor couldn’t care less now, he wished at this moment that he was a real martial arts master to be able to leap up and go to ask the master inside a few words that he had always wanted to ask.
That’s when he saw those familiar hands! There was no doubt that those hands were beautiful, so delicate that they felt like a work of art, not like something someone who had eaten the earth could possess.
In the dim moonlight, Chandor clearly saw the hands gradually reaching for the rope he was holding tightly, the sharp nails seeping out the rich scent of roses.
Those hands just swung easily, and Chandor was pulled into the room along with the rope.
Is this the world behind that window? Inside it looked neat and tidy, no unnecessary decorations, very plain and light.
Chandor could tell by looking at the furnishings that the owner was a lover of quiet.
“Who are you? Why are you here in the middle of the night.
If your answer does not satisfy me, I will kill you.” It was then that Chandor realized the master of the one in the darkness.
It was only that she was dressed in white like snow, revealing a faint ethereality.
That stunning face was so beautiful that one could not find the right adjective to compare it to.
The cold face had a slight air of holiness, giving people a sense of sanctity and inviolability.
Those bright eyes, sparkling with a moving grace, were intoxicating.
It fascinated Chandor so much that he didn’t answer the previous question.
The master’s face got colder and colder, swiftly a jade hand has been placed on Qian Duo’s heart, no need to ask after a few moments the flirtatious young master Qian is a dead man.
Suddenly the beautiful hand stopped and she seemed to see something.
The mistress violently pulled down Qian Duo’s jade pendant and said, “Quickly say! Where did you steal this jade pendant from?” Qian Duo then got anxious and said, “This jade pendant is something I have carried on my body since I was a child, quickly give it back to me.” After saying this, he walked up and wanted to take back the jade pendant.
Only to find that the grip was empty.
The woman in white had flashed behind him at some point.
By the light of the moon he scrutinized Chandor’s appearance.
Time seemed to stand still, I don’t know how long it took, the woman in white handed the jade pendant back to Chandor and said, “You look like your father!” Chandor couldn’t believe his ears, “You know my father? Where is he now? Why doesn’t he want me?” “He’s dead!” The girl in white cruelly left behind a sentence while walking towards the house.
Chandor grabbed a step forward and asked, “Who is it? Who killed my father? Why did you kill him.” After speaking, he was already sobbing uncontrollably.
“What can you do if you know about it, after you become a civil and military scholar.
It’s only then that I’ll consider telling you about your life.
You’ll wait for me at the Seven Star Pavilion outside the town at night starting tomorrow.
I’ll teach you the ways of literature and martial arts, so don’t call me master yet.” The woman in white sighed and said.
“Master is above, please accept my disciple’s obeisance.” This was perhaps the fastest thing Chandor had ever decided in his life.
Without waiting for the woman in white to finish speaking, Chandor was already on the ground kneeling three times and kowtowing.
“Okay, my name is Yang Ruo, and people in the jianghu call me Witch.
Are you afraid?” The tone was still cold.
“No ah! I think Master is the most beautiful sister Chandor has ever seen oh!” Chandor said very seriously.
“Look at your sweet mouth, well get back in there.
Remember to come to the Seven Star Pavilion tomorrow.” The white-clothed woman’s tone was enthusiastic for the first time, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
Four seasons in the memories of willow waddles like gently drifting past, Qian Duo has been following Yang Ruo study for five years, during this period of time Yang Ruo taught him zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, meditation and spitting, but never taught him any moves.
Although Chandor was quite puzzled, he still respected Yang Ruo very much.
This year Chandor was twenty years old, and whether by his father’s order or by his master’s order he would go to the capital to take the examination.
This night Yang Ruo’s face remained pale and he couldn’t stop coughing.
Qian Duo helped Yang Ruo to sit down and then said, “Master your injuries haven’t healed for such a long time, once I’m gone, you have to take good care of yourself!” Yang Ruo softly said, “Duo’er, you don’t have to worry for me.
On the contrary, you yourself should always keep an eye out! You can’t be careless in the jungle! You must be brave enough to win the top spot on this trip! I will wait for you to come back!” After saying that, she helped Qian Duo to straighten his clothes and smiled sweetly.
Looking at the master’s stunning face, bright long hair draped over her shoulders, white skin racing snow and frost, slender figure curving under the thin white shirt, Chandor’s breathing became ragged, and a part of his body had quietly changed.
QianDuo immediately turned around to cover up and waved his hand to YangRuo, “Master, disciple farewell!” After saying that, he ran home in a hurry, leaving Yang Ruo standing alone in the moonlight appendage.
Back home Chandor never could sleep, in front of the eyes is always the master’s bright smile.
Without realizing it his vision began to blur.
In the ecstasy Yang Ruo came naked to Chandor’s side.
With a cry he collapsed into Chandor’s arms, years of lust made Chandor forget the love of master and disciple, he greedily buried his head in Yang Ruo’s neck and kissed her fragrant skin.
Yang Ruo’s jade hand also reached to Chandor’s crotch, gently stroking Chandor’s semi-hard rod.
Waiting for Qian Duo’s meat stick close to the belly upright, Yang Ruo softly chanted: “Duo Er …… want me to do it …… I want you …… “Qian Duo as heard heavenly music rolled over to Yang Ruo under the body, slowly separate Yang Ruo’s legs, with a hand holding the rod straight root stabbed in, do not want to be biased, but also scrape the rod vaguely painful.
Yang Ruo couldn’t help but laugh chirpily, and Chandor was so embarrassed that he had to ask for Yang Ruo’s help.
Yang Ruo gently knocked his head then gently held the meat stick and guided it to her pussy and signaled Chandor to insert it.
At this point fools know what to do.
Chandor’s ass sank and plunged his rod inside, which was wet, hot, slippery and tight, a man’s supreme enjoyment.
Chandor pressed down on Yang Ruo’s pussy, bracing himself on the bed with his hands and lashing out.
The meat stick rapidly moved in and out of the wet pink pussy, Yang Ruo’s legs gently rested on Chandor’s thighs, slightly bent, the smooth skin burning with Chandor’s lust, the two crystalline toes tensed and straight, swaying with Chandor’s onslaught.
“Oh …… oh …… oh …… Duo Er, you slow down a little, don’t get tired… …ah ……” Yang Ruo was like a sponge absorbing Qian Duo’s lust, her beautiful eyes closed tightly, her hands rubbing her breasts, her lower body pushing forward making Qian Duo penetrate the center of the flower every time.
“Is it comfortable …… Master …… I’ve …… liked you from the first time I saw you… “Chandor got down, his robust chest pressed on Yang Ruo’s plump breasts, flattening the two masses of beautiful flesh on Yang Ruo’s chest, so that his whole body pressed on Yang Ruo, his buttocks wiggling rapidly.
“Good, Duo’er, Master is so comfortable …… I also like …… like Duo’er’s big stick …… I… …Yes…… continue…… “Yang Ruo was also out of character now, truly turning into a witch, as lewd words continued to pour out.
“What did you say?” Chandor barely stopped moving, Yang Ruo’s cunt was so tight that the tingling sensation of his rod made Chandor’s ass squirm.
“Hoo …… hoo …… I said …… let you make it harder, I like you like this.” Yang Ruo panted, her skin a brilliant pink color, paralyzed under Chandor like she had just come out of the water, dripping wet, her face in springtime, her eyes flickering with an unfamiliar flame.
“Do you like this, Master?” Chandor asked seriously.
“Well, I’ve always liked you, I ……” Yang Ruo blushed like a shy delicate lady.
“I want to call you Ruo’er,” Chandor said tentatively.
“Hm! Ruo’er will always be your person ……” Yang Ruo’s reply was very resolute.
Makes Chandor’s heart sing.
He didn’t speak again, he just copied Yang Ruo’s legs and carried them on his shoulders, licking Yang Ruo’s jade legs frantically, kneading Yang Ruo’s plump breasts with both hands, clutching Yang Ruo’s nipples and licking them even as he sucked and licked them, while his lower body was thrusting into Yang Ruo’s body with the greatest strength, and he hated that he couldn’t stuff his testicles into it as well.
While Yang Ruo underneath him moaned in pleasure, her voice rising higher and higher, and in the end, she simply reached the point of insanity.
Chandor obviously felt that the contraction of Yang Ruo’s beautiful pussy was far more violent than any time in the past, it was almost as if there was a kind of magical power sucking the meat stick inside.
The currents of pleasure coursed down his spine and back through his body, pooling toward his testicles.
Gradually, Yang Ruo’s voice slurred up, inaudible, turned into a kind of chirping and gurgling chant, but not a tune, is a deep and long humming, with the sound of flesh beat more and more urgent, Yang Ruo’s humming more and more excited, as if the slender man drudgery to make all the body strength to fight with the turbulent river, the whole body’s muscles are in the fight against the external force of the weight of the trembling! Chandor, on the other hand, was repeatedly thrusting Yang Ruo’s lower body with all his might, his big wet rod was rapidly moving in and out of the two pieces of pink fat lips, the pink flesh inside was constantly turning over, and the white sticky foamy bodily fluids were seeping out of the cracks of the two men’s union as Chandor’s thrusts were going on, and coated the whole groin with the repeated slaps of Chandor’s scrotum.
“Ah …… ah …… can’t …… come …… ah ah ah ah ah ah …… “Yang Ruo’s voice instantly raised, like she wanted to shout out all the strength of her whole body with that one sound.
Then Yang Ruo’s body instantly stiffened, bowing backward as hard as she could, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth wide open but unable to make a sound, her fingernails digging into the flesh of Chandor’s arms, her legs almost pinching Chandor’s waist off, and she began to twitch one by one.
Her pussy contracted and squirmed rhythmically, and with every shiver a stream of love juice poured out onto Chandor’s glans.
Meanwhile, Chandor was thrusting hard like a brute bull gone berserk, the tingling sensation on his swollen glans was getting stronger and stronger, Chandor’s anal muscles had contracted into a ball, his testicles were sore and he couldn’t do it! It’s about to come! With that suffocating feeling to the extreme, Chandor hugged Yang Ruo tightly, and with one last deadly thrust, he pushed into the deepest part of Yang Ruo’s flesh.
The last passion finally thumped out, Chandor’s rod throbbed violently inside Yang Ruo’s beautiful pussy, and with the contraction of his scrotum, a stream of hot semen was squeezed out and sprayed out crazily, hitting the mouth of Yang Ruo’s cervix fiercely.
Yang Ruo spasmed wildly, her nails snapping into Chandor’s flesh.
Chandor, on the other hand, held Yang Ruo’s waist in a death grip, shivering and shrugging involuntarily to the rhythm of his ejaculation.
At this time a familiar shout rang out, ”Young master should get up! We have to catch up early! Young master!” It turned out to be a dream, but it was so real.
How can I do this, that’s my master! Touching the still slightly warm semen on his pants, Chandor fell into deep thought.
After hurriedly using the morning repairs Qian Duo took the dog left to embark on the road to the capital, with countless hopes and questions, our hero formally went to the jianghu.
What awaits him? See the main story.