The young woman felt a tingling sensation between her legs, as if countless ants were crawling around, and she also felt a stinging pain from being bitten. She silently urged Song Ning to hurry up and insert himself into her. She didn’t know if she wanted to start quickly and welcome that unknown feeling.

Or should we just end this soon, end this unbearable torment?

She did something she had never done before: she wiggled her hips and squeezed the increasingly hot thing with her buttocks.

This action made the young woman feel even more ashamed, because it reminded her of the memory she most wanted to forget after her family fell into poverty and she was forced into prostitution.

“Now he should finally step in, right?”

A tried-and-true trick from her painful past now made the young lady somewhat unable to resist, and she was certain that Song Ning would not be able to resist.

In fact, her prediction was not wrong. If the owner of the body behind her was the original soul, he would have already rushed in. And how could she have predicted Song Ning?

“Ah …

The young woman’s gasp was mostly suppressed by her own hand. The reason she couldn’t completely hold back was because she felt a chill on her lower body, and the hem of her dress was pushed up to her waist, exposing her smooth and fair buttocks to Song Ning.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of strong hands grabbed her buttocks from the left and right, mimicking the posture of Tai Chi, with the left hand moving counterclockwise and the right hand moving clockwise, slowly and forcefully drawing circles.

“No, no, you can’t!”

The young woman felt incredibly lewd today. Her labia, squeezed together by her buttocks, were pressed upwards, but glistening with vaginal fluid was squeezed out. Some of it dripped straight down, while some ran down her rounded thighs, leaving reflective streaks of water.

What’s worse is that after rubbing her hands a few times, they actually started to grope upwards along her waist, touching her skin.

“Him! What is he going to do! No! No! No! You can’t!”

The young woman was shocked and horrified. She tightened the hand covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound, and shook her head vigorously to refuse. She reached her other hand behind her to try to stop them, but even if she was stronger than Song Ning, how could she possibly block two attacks with one hand?

When one side is outnumbered and the other side is outgunned, the entire operation often collapses.

Song Ning had been eyeing the young lady’s breasts with great interest when he was spying earlier, and now that he had the chance to hold them in his hands and play with them, how could he let it go to waste?

With all ten fingers stretched out, the two nipples are each held between the index and middle fingers. Then, the palm is pressed against the lower half of the nipple, and the ten fingers are bent and gripped tightly, creating an uncontrollable feeling of fullness and a soft, yielding sensation.

“These breasts are absolutely amazing! I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful woman! My cock is so hard, I’ll just have to try this little lady’s tender hole!”

With that thought in mind, Song Ning thrust his erect penis forward. The heavy, thick penis did not tilt upwards under the influence of gravity, but instead remained straight ahead, saving him the trouble of pressing down on the angle of his penis with his hand to aim it at his mistress’s honeyed orifice.

The purplish-red glans pressed precisely against the wet, honeyed entrance, and Song Ning immediately exerted force.

“Smack!”

Song Ning’s lower abdomen slammed against the young woman’s snowy buttocks, making a crisp impact sound. There was no warm, wet feeling on his penis; instead, he felt the young woman’s body, which he was almost holding in his arms, tremble violently. It turned out that the glans of his penis slid down along the sticky flesh, brushing against her engorged clitoris. In that instant, the young woman’s mind was filled with a myriad of emotions. She had been looking forward to being penetrated hard for so long, but instead, she was left without a chance. The powerful impact from her buttocks made her realize that Song Ning hadn’t done it on purpose, so she just gritted her teeth and didn’t groan.

Looking down at the penis that had slipped between her legs and was sticking out quite a bit, the young woman swallowed hard, trying not to think about it. Instead, she peeked through the crack in the window into the room and saw that the mother and daughter inside were still whispering and hadn’t noticed the commotion outside. Her anxiety subsided a little.

The young woman had just relaxed a little when she felt waves of tingling pleasure coming from the base of her thighs. Looking down again, she saw the purplish-red glans rubbing against her labia as it thrust in and out. Streams of vaginal fluid soaked Song Ning’s penis, flowing down her thighs to the ground.

Normally, if the young lady were to be played with like this by her master in her own room, she would definitely bend over and enjoy it. But at this moment, not to mention that Master Song could come home at any time, Madam Song and Song Ping’er in the room could also discover the two people outside the window at any time. Just the emptiness in her tender hole was enough to drive her crazy.

She desperately wanted to use her hand to guide Song Ning’s penis to her vagina and thrust it in hard, but the only hand she could use had just stopped Song Ning from touching her breasts. Should she use it to guide his penis and insert it now?

Helpless, the young woman could only shamefully twist her upturned buttocks, forcefully making her hips sway wildly, in order to break free of the penis inserted between her thighs.

As soon as the penis was pulled out from between the young woman’s buttocks, she immediately stopped wriggling. Afraid that Song Ning would misunderstand that she was resisting, she deliberately bent over again. However, she couldn’t see the position of the penis. After several attempts, her vaginal opening couldn’t align with the glans. It either pressed against the soft flesh of her buttocks, or against her round thighs, and a few times it pressed against the cleft of her flesh, slipping back into her buttocks. The young woman had no choice but to twist her buttocks again to pull the penis out.

The more she misjudged the position, the more anxious she became. The more anxious she became, the harder she bent backward. The harder she pushed, the less she could feel the correct position of the glans. Finally, her snowy buttocks were a mess of jabs and covered in her juices. She then recklessly used the hand that had stopped Song Ning earlier to insert between her thighs, using two fingers to barely hold Song Ning’s penis in place. At the same time, she impatiently twisted her buttocks, letting the glans press against the entrance of her vagina.

“Ning-ge’er, hurry up and stick your thing inside this little lady!”

Song Ning was quite surprised. He really didn’t expect his little girl to ask for sex. Although her voice was very soft and her words about “things” and “inside” were so vague, it was enough to stimulate Song Ning’s nerves, which had been taut for a long time. He squeezed her breasts with his hands and forcefully controlled her. His arms also tightened around her body. Then, all the muscles in his body burst out with surging power.

“Chirp…smack!”

The penis made a tight, interlocking sound as it entered the vagina, especially the crisp impact when it reached the deepest point. Unlike before, this time the “smack” was accompanied by the girl’s pleasurable and satisfied moans.

“Eek! Waaah, waaah…”

“Chiha chiha~~ Ugh…”

The first sound was a soft moan born of bodily instinct.

The second sentence refers to the control of the soul and reason.

The hand she had used to touch his penis was also wet, from her own vaginal fluid. Ignoring her disgust, she pressed her thumb against her chin and put her four fingers in her mouth, biting them with her teeth, thus suppressing her instinctive moans.

…………

At this moment, inside the room, the mother and daughter were sitting together. The older woman was holding Song Ping’er, who was leaning against her, and gently patting her daughter’s back with heartache, saying:

“What you’re doing… if nothing goes wrong, it will indeed bring great benefits to our family.”

“Your father always said I was narrow-minded, but now it seems that I am indeed the most short-sighted person in this family…”

“I can’t help you with your affairs, I can only pray to Buddha to protect our family…”

The old woman was halfway through her story when she suddenly noticed a window that had been opened a crack, making a creaking sound. The two women stopped talking abruptly and looked towards the window.

“Who’s there?!”

With a sharp shout, Song Ping’er, whose mind was much more meticulous and quick-witted than her aunt’s, immediately thought of the serious consequences of their private conversation being overheard. She suddenly broke free from her aunt’s embrace, stood up, and rushed towards the open window.

…………

The young woman braced herself against the window frame with one hand and stuffed the other into her mouth to stifle her cries. Her body throbbed with each thrust of Song Ning, her mind a complete blank.

At first, she could feel the pleasure coming from her private parts. Although the feeling was incredibly intense, it was not fundamentally different from what she knew. However, as the thing thrust deeper and faster, and her clitoris was hit more and more frequently and heavily, she realized that her indulgence towards Song Ning might have been a mistake.

“Be gentle! Your younger brother or sister is in there!”

The young woman wailed inwardly, her legs feeling weak and unable to support her weight. She forced her knees together to keep from collapsing to the ground, but the force of Song Ning’s impact was far beyond her ability to withstand.

“I’m going to be fucked to death by Ning-ge’er’s big cock, I have no strength left…”

“Stop grabbing my breasts! Hold me tighter, I can’t stand up straight anymore!”

At this moment, she desperately wanted to tell Song Ning what was on her mind, but heaven knows if she would make any other sounds after removing the finger that was covering her mouth. So no matter what, she refused to loosen her tightly clenched teeth and could only move the hand that was holding onto the windowsill to make it more comfortable so that she could stand more steadily.

“Creak~~”

Amidst the sounds of flesh colliding and heavy breathing from vigorous exercise, the sudden cracking of a wooden hinge appeared. The young woman hurriedly looked up and, to her despair, saw the window sash open, revealing a gap that allowed her to peek into the room. The old woman and Song Ping’er, sitting on the couch, both turned to stare at the open window.

“No! No! Don’t look!”

“Stop! Stop it now!”

“Stop fucking! Stop fucking me!”

The young woman shook her head weakly, feeling that she was doomed. What about being a well-bred lady, what about the three obediences and four virtues? In her current state, how was she any different from a harlot?

How are they different from the prostitutes in brothels?

No!

No!

At least they wouldn’t do such a thing with their nominal son while heavily pregnant.

She wouldn’t let the matriarch and eldest daughter of the family see her breasts being grabbed and being fucked.

“Ugh…no, don’t stop!”

“Good son! Good Ning-ge! You can grab my breasts! I’ll stick my butt out for you to enjoy!”

“How can I be so happy! Even if I were kicked out, it would be worth it to be this happy for a while!”

Seeing Ping-jie walking towards the window, the young woman knew she couldn’t hide it any longer. Seemingly resigned to her fate, she pulled her hand out of her mouth and leaned against the windowsill for support. The little mouth, now free, indeed, just as she had feared, uncontrollably emitted moans and groans.

“Ping’er, come and see how your brother’s big cock is fucking this little girl. Isn’t it exactly the same as when you were fucked by your father-in-law?”

“Auntie, even if you were gang-raped by five monks, it probably wouldn’t be as powerful as your son’s single penis.”

“Ning-ge’er~~ Does this little cunt feel good? Fuck me hard, shove your cock into my belly, and poke it into your sister’s face!”

“Ning-ge’er~~ Are my breasts nice to squeeze? Squeeze them a lot, don’t be afraid to squeeze out the milk. The harder you squeeze them, the more milk you’ll have when we get back!”

“Master! Master! I’m just like you said, a slut at heart. My true colors are revealed the moment your big cock enters me. Quick, quick, tell Brother Ning, I’m going to be fucked to death!”

As Song Ping’er got closer and closer to the window, her expression became increasingly surprised and suspicious, and her moans grew louder and louder, as if she were throwing caution to the wind and completely letting loose.

The last bit of hesitation in the physical pleasure vanished along with the last shred of restraint, and she was completely overwhelmed by wave after wave of orgasms. Her legs swayed a few times, and she was completely exhausted. If the thrusting from behind hadn’t stopped and she hadn’t been held by a pair of hands, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

With everything settled, the young woman closed her eyes to savor the moment. She no longer cared much about the consequences of being seen in her shameful state by her aunt and Ping-jie.

“How did this window open by itself? That’s so strange!”

All that could be heard was Pingjie’s puzzled question as she walked to the window, followed by a creak as the window was closed again, seemingly oblivious to the inhumane spring scene outside.

“Perhaps some cat or dog accidentally knocked the window open. Ping-jie, don’t stand by the window for too long, or you’ll catch a cold!”

If it were just Ping-jie who ignored it, that would be one thing, but the fact that the old lady had the same reaction made the young woman, whose thoughts were already scattered by pleasure, even more confused.

Song Ning admired the young lady’s snowy buttocks, which were flushed pink from the thrusting earlier. Even though she was six months pregnant, her plump waist could not hide her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio. The old man was truly blessed with good fortune.

After inwardly praising him once more, Song Ning silently checked the information in his mind:

Complete the achievement [Hidden Spying ①] and receive the item reward [Spying Dust].

“【Secret spying ①】: Perform simple spying and eavesdropping in private without being discovered on the spot. The achievement can be upgraded.”

“【Peeping Dust】: A-grade consumable item. After use, it can conceal everything within the area covered by the dust from being detected. It is only effective when peeping. The duration of use and the coverage area affect the consumption rate. 81% remaining.”

“Complete Daily Task 3: Engage in incestuous sex, reward with +1 day of dungeon time.”

After checking the system information, Song Ning came to his senses and looked at his panting concubine. In the past, everyone in and outside the Song family thought that his concubine was a lady from a good family. It was only because her family had fallen on hard times that she had been reduced to being a concubine in the Song family.

Unexpectedly, after she thought her embarrassing appearance had been seen, she showed such a contrasting side. It seems that the side quest “The Young Lady’s Ambition” might be able to be advanced by using this as a starting point.

“Use [Grade C Physique Enhancement Card] x3!”

“Use [Grade B Physique Enhancement Card] x1!”

Since there’s a daily incest quest, I’ll have to grind some dungeon time on this girl every day from now on. I silently used a few cards on her to strengthen her physique, so she wouldn’t be as restrained as she was today, not even feeling the urge to ejaculate before she became limp and weak.

The card’s effect was immediate. Song Ning clearly felt the weight in his hand lighten. The young woman was able to stand up on her own, and even wiggled her buttocks and made a couple of movements before stopping, feeling extremely ashamed.

Song Ning released his hands from the pair of large breasts, slowly took a step back and pulled out his penis. If he continued to commit incest with this contrasting big-breasted girl in this place, he would inevitably waste [Peeping Illusion Dust], which was his only A-grade item at the moment, and it was consumable, so every time he used it, it was gone.

The young woman felt a sense of loss as her body went from full to empty. Although the unprecedented pleasure she had just experienced still lingered in her mind, she eventually regained her basic rationality.

Today, she was first ravaged by her nominal son in a daze, and then accidentally opened the window, almost exposing herself to Sister Ping. As for why Song Ping ignored her earlier, she didn’t know, and she wasn’t in a hurry to ask. She could only deceive herself into thinking that she was Hongzhu, and that Song Ning mistook her for someone else and raped her.

Without turning her head, the young woman straightened her clothes to avoid further embarrassment if the two of them stared at each other. Hearing the rustling sounds behind her, she knew that Song Ning had quickly pulled up his pants, then silently patted her bottom and left without a word. The young woman did not stop him. After tidying herself up, she also left the spying spot. She was a little worried that if Master Song couldn’t find her after returning to his room, it would cause further trouble.

Song Ning hadn’t forgotten that it was the old woman who had come looking for him. Although he had been delayed for quite some time, he couldn’t just leave. Standing outside the house, he cleared his throat and said loudly:

“Auntie, I heard from the servant that you had something to tell me. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting so long.”

Song Ping’er’s voice came from inside the room:

“Brother Ning, you’re finally here! Come in quickly! Mother has been waiting for you for ages!”

Song Ping’er’s voice grew louder as she approached. The door opened just as she finished speaking, and Song Ning’s stepsister, heavily pregnant, beckoned him to come in. Song Ping’er affectionately took Song Ning’s hand and led him into the room, her demeanor dignified yet warm, a stark contrast to her earlier spying. If it weren’t for the sticky, wet feeling on his wrist—the semen from when Song Ping’er inserted the fertility charm—Song Ning would have truly believed her to be a virtuous and obedient wife and mother. As soon as he followed Song Ping’er into the main room, he deliberately asked:

“Sis, why are your hands wet?”

Song Ping’er’s face remained gentle, revealing nothing, but a fleeting glint of desire flashed in her eyes as she smiled and said:

“My sister made some honey water for Ning-ge’er, but she accidentally spilled it and got him wet.”

Honey water? Or honey hole water? Song Ning thought to herself, but said aloud:

“Why does my sister still treat me like a child, trying to coax me with honey water again! Sister, are your hands burned? Let me see!”

Song Ning grasped Song Ping’er’s slender wrist with her other hand, gently turning it so her palm was facing up. She examined her fingers closely, then guided them to her lips. Before Song Ping’er could react, she opened her mouth and sucked the juice from her fingers. Then, with a look of “I knew it,” she said with disgust:

“It’s not sweet at all, it’s not honey water at all, sis, you really lied to me.”

Song Ping’er was stunned, not expecting her younger brother to suck on her fingers, which were covered in semen. She stood there dumbfounded, watching Song Ning walk into the room. Only after he entered the inner room did she come to her senses. She raised her hand and put it in her mouth to suck on it as well, her eyes filled with seductive charm, seemingly lost in thought.

As soon as Song Ning entered the inner room, he bowed to the old woman on the bed and said:

“I am late in returning home, and I have kept Mother waiting for a long time. I am an unfilial child!”

Seeing her son so sensible, Song’s mother showed a relieved expression, feeling that all the suffering she had endured for her children and this family was worthwhile. However, remembering that she still had to maintain her strict motherly demeanor, she frowned and gently scolded him:

“You know you have your mother waiting here, look at the mess you’ve made playing outside!”

“Unfilial? Do you even know what unfilial behavior is? Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring. Madam She’s belly still hasn’t shown any signs of pregnancy. When exactly are you planning to let your mother hold her grandson?”

Upon hearing this, Song Ning quickly defended himself:

“Mother, I know you are eager to have a grandson. Although there is no news yet with Man’er, Hongzhu’s belly is getting bigger every day. I think she will definitely give birth to a son to continue the Song family line.”

I thought my aunt would calm down when she heard about Hongzhu’s belly, but to my surprise, my mother’s anger only grew stronger.

“You have an official title, while Hongzhu is just a maidservant with no official status. How can she be the birth mother of my grandson?”

Just as the old woman was about to continue her scolding, Song Ping’er finally arrived late into the inner room. Seeing her younger brother being scolded, she hurriedly stepped forward to comfort the old woman:

“Mother, it’s such a joyous occasion that Ning’er has an heir. Why are you so angry? Don’t worry, if you get sick from anger, what will you do if you can’t hold your grandson anymore?”

“Ning-ge’er, now that you have admitted your mistake to your mother, you should do your best to correct it. Why don’t you tell her quickly so that your mother can feel at ease?”

Seeing the way the old woman and Song Ping’er were acting in unison, Song Ning suddenly realized that the two of them had already promised Hongzhu to be their concubine, but they didn’t want to bring it up themselves, insisting on waiting for Song Ning to make the suggestion. Since he understood what the old woman was thinking, he went along with her wishes and said:

“My son is considering having Man’er write a letter to her family to discuss taking Hongzhu as a concubine, but this matter still requires the approval of the eldest sister-in-law…”

As soon as Song Ning finished speaking, the old woman chimed in, saying:

“Hmm… that’s not a bad idea! Remember, have Madam She mention in the letter that her family should send another maidservant.”

“I’m going to the temple in a few days to ask the Bodhisattva for an auspicious date. Ping’er, you must come with me.”

“Although it’s just taking a concubine, we can’t be careless. We must be meticulous in our etiquette so that the child in Hongzhu’s belly can be safe and sound.”

Song Ping’er also said:

“Remember to have Man’er’s family send some dowry to Hongzhu as well, so that we can marry Hongzhu in a grand and respectable way. This way, we can let the neighbors know that our Song family’s eldest grandson is not born of a lowly servant.”

Song Ning could only nod in agreement. His aunt and Ping-jie gave him a few more instructions, which he noted down before leaving his aunt’s room. He originally planned to return to his and his wife She’s room; his penis was still erect from just having sex with his stepmother, and he intended to use Man’er’s tender vagina to suck out the semen. However, when he passed by his stepmother’s room, his father-in-law was sitting in the main hall with the door wide open. His stepmother, though heavily pregnant, was still massaging his shoulders behind him. He had no choice but to approach, bow to his father and stepmother respectively, and say:

“Father, were there so many official matters at the county office today? Why did you come back so late from your shift?”

“Auntie, you’ve worked so hard serving Father!”

Since the eldest aunt was not present, addressing her as “aunt” showed even greater respect. She had a blushing expression on her face, undoubtedly recalling how Song Ning had completely captivated her earlier. Fortunately, she was hiding behind Master Song, so only Song Ning saw her. The two exchanged a subtle glance, especially Song Ning, who remained completely calm, as if nothing had happened.

Then I heard Master Song say:

“I heard from the servants that Ning-ge’er spent the whole day out and didn’t come home until evening?”

“Although you have already achieved academic success, you are only a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the county-level imperial examination). You still need to pass the provincial-level imperial examination and then the Jinshi (another successful candidate in the county-level imperial examination)! You must not neglect your studies!”

“Besides your studies, you must also keep the family line in mind. Look at me, even at my age, I still work diligently…”

Master Song was speaking when he felt the delicate hand massaging his shoulder stop. He turned around and looked at his concubine behind him, noticing her blushing face. Master Song assumed that his words had crossed the line of morality and embarrassed his concubine, so he stopped talking without finishing his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear: urge her to have a child!

Song Ning truthfully reported her aunt’s arrangements. The old man nodded and praised his wife for making very proper arrangements. When he heard that she wanted more dowry, he was overjoyed and even forgot to advise Song Ning to study. He just waved his hand impatiently and urged Song Ning to quickly send a letter to her family.

Several hours later in Song Ning’s room, clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor. Hongzhu lay on her side, covered by a blanket, fast asleep. A candle lit a lamp on the table, its bright light illuminating a naked, fair body—it was She Man’er, swaying back and forth with each thrust. She pleaded, saying:

“My dear husband, be gentle!”

The one standing behind She Man’er, the one who was doing her thing, was none other than Song Ning.

Song Ning, holding her breasts, stood behind Man’er and fucked her in the same position as when he was having sex with a concubine. There was, of course, another meaning behind it, though She Man’er was unaware of it. Song Ning pinched her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it, teasingly saying:

What did you call me?

She Man’er’s face flushed even more, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Her husband’s deliberate teasing had driven her to the brink of ecstasy, so she could only plead again:

“Good daddy, be gentle with Man’er’s little cunt. Your big cock is going in so hard, Man’er’s hands can barely hold the calligraphy brush!”

Song Ning’s movements became lighter, though faster. Fortunately, She Man’er had regained her balance and continued writing on the paper with the brush. Song Ning looked behind her and exclaimed in admiration:

“Man’er has such beautiful handwriting!”

She Man’er held the brush, licked the ink, and said modestly:

“It’s my husband… Ah! It hurts!”

When her nipples were pinched, the pain made She Man’er remember Song Ning’s shameful request: to call out “Dad” for the baby in her womb to increase the chances of conception.

If it weren’t for this reason, she would rather die in agony than utter a sound.

“Yes, it’s Daddy who ground the ink so well… *sobs*”

Song Ning looked at the thick ink in the inkstone and praised it again:

“Man’er’s calligraphy is more refined and elegant than usual, and the ink is smooth and flowing. This ink is truly indispensable! I never thought that the honey water in Man’er’s little hole is not only sweet, but also excellent for making ink? Hahaha!”

This letter is probably meant for her father and mother. She Man’er thought of how her husband had used an inkstone to collect her embarrassing vaginal fluid between her legs and then ground ink for her to write a letter home. Wouldn’t the scent of ink that her parents smell be mixed with the scent of her vaginal fluid and her husband’s yang fluid?

Thinking of this, She Man’er could no longer suppress the waves of pleasure washing over her. She threw the brush aside and put her hands on the table, but they were too weak to support her. Her upper body slumped down, and her round breasts pressed against the letter she had just written. The ink that hadn’t dried yet stained her snow-white breasts, making a mess. The letter was also crumpled and probably unusable, but she didn’t care about any of that.

Twist your buttocks to the most comfortable angle so that the penis can penetrate deeper.

Seeing her infatuated state, Song Ning knew that this woman was about to climax. If it were Hongzhu, she might say a lot of lewd things, but She Man’er was really making things difficult for her.

So he wrapped his arms around her soft waist and unleashed his desires and energy with great fervor.

After a long while, the sounds of flesh colliding abruptly ceased, leaving only heavy breathing in the room.

“My love, my belly feels so full inside~”

“Yes, because it’s filled with yang essence.”

“Husband, will Man’er have a baby this time too?”

“Yes, I definitely will this time.”

“My lord, I’m afraid I’ll have to rewrite a new letter.”

“Okay, I’ll grind the ink for Man’er again.”

“My dear husband, Man’er is so sleepy! Can we continue writing tomorrow?”

“good.”

“Husband, let’s dry the ink tomorrow…”

“It’s okay, we’ll just make some more juices out tomorrow.”

“My husband…”

“Um?”

“fine……”

“Okay, then go to sleep.”

“My husband…”

“Um?”

“My lord, I can’t sleep with you inside. Please pull it out…”

“No, I need to use my penis to block your vagina so that the semen can’t flow out.”

“Oh… I understand, my husband.”

“Um.”

“My husband…”

“Um?”

“It’s alright, my husband~”

Why are you wiggling your butt for no reason?

“Hehe, I just couldn’t resist the urge to dance!”

“snort!”

After Song Ning snorted, neither of them spoke again. A moment later, the light slapping sound rang out again in the room.

…

As the sun rose high in the sky, Song Ning awoke from his dream. With his eyes still closed, he embraced the two delicate bodies in his arms. Under the thin quilt, the woman on the right, her back to him, nestled in his embrace. A round, full breast was held in his hand, a sight he could not bear to part with. Its owner was the young and inexperienced Jinlian.

The woman on the left lay lower down, almost entirely covered by the quilt. Her head was not resting on Song Ning’s arm, but under his armpit, so that Song Ning’s left arm would not be restricted by the pillow, and his body could lie on his right side at will. This was Wang Xian’er, the godmother who knew how to serve men.

After peeping at his aunt outside her room that day, Song Ning spent his days at home performing acupuncture and intercourse, using daily tasks to extend his time in the game. However, Hongzhu and his aunt were getting more and more pregnant, and although Man’er had not yet given birth, he was afraid that if he was too rough, it would affect the little life that might already be growing. Song Ning could not fully vent his desires on these women.

Therefore, he would also go to the tailor shop in the west of the city to have lewd fun with Wang Xian’er and Jinlian.

Yesterday, Wang Xian’er said that she had already bought a house near the Song residence. Coincidentally, her aunt and husband, along with all the women of the family, went to the temple to pray and would stay for a day before returning. So, Wang Xian’er and Jinlian moved into the new house and stayed for one night.

It was rather lonely with only the three of them in the house. They should hire a few more pretty maids to serve him and provide for his pleasure. A beautiful virgin maid would only cost a hundred taels of silver.

As Song Ning was considering how many to buy, he felt a slightly cool little hand grasp his penis. The grip was neither too light nor too heavy, and it felt very comfortable.

Song Ning raised his left arm and lifted the quilt, and sure enough, he saw Wang Xian’er’s charming eyes staring at him, and she was sticking out her wet and hot tongue to lick his nipple. She really deserved to be called a former top courtesan. Serving men was almost like an instinct for her.

Song Ning pressed down on her head with his hand, and Wang Xian’er obediently wriggled down under the covers. A snow-white, round, perky buttocks protruded from under the covers, swaying back and forth, its rhythm exactly the same as the swallowing and spitting of the penis.

“Buy a few more maids and have Xian’er train them…”

As Song Ning pondered this, she felt Jinlian in her arms awaken from her slumber, wriggling her delicate body, and soon another snowy buttock appeared at her feet…

…

“Young master, please try this dish.”

Two beautiful women sat on either side of Song Ning. The woman on the left looked to be only about twenty years old, but her expression and demeanor always revealed a sense of world-weariness. Her blouse was open, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts, which she rubbed against Song Ning’s arm while serving him food.

The woman on the right was noticeably older, seemingly in her mid-thirties. Her makeup was lighter than that of younger women. If it weren’t for the semi-transparent veil she wore, one would mistake her for a dignified and proper woman, holding a wine pot and pouring wine for Song Ning.

Song Ning ignored the young woman who was serving him food, and instead picked up his wine cup and drank a cup. The wine wasn’t strong liquor, but rather a sweet rice wine that was very refreshing. After putting down the cup, he asked the woman on his right:

“Your name is Jin Ling?”

The woman nodded in agreement, and then continued to ask:

“I heard you’re thinking of finding someone to buy your freedom?”

The woman named Jin Ling finally spoke:

“Yes, sir, I am old and my beauty has faded. I wish to live a peaceful life in my later years.”

Song Ning asked again:

How much silver would it cost to redeem you?

Jinling had also heard the news from her former friend and knew that the person in front of her was a rare good buyer. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, she quickly replied:

“My indenture cost two thousand taels of silver, but the madam, out of consideration for our years of sisterly bond, waived one thousand taels, which she gave as my dowry. In addition, I had more than five hundred taels of personal savings, which I also took out. In total, it only cost less than five hundred taels to redeem me.”

Jinling spoke as if she had gotten a great deal by redeeming her, but five hundred taels of silver was no small sum.

Song Ning, however, paid no attention to these things. Instead, he took out a silver note, placed it on the table, pushed it in front of Jin Ling, and said:

“Keep your personal savings for yourself. Here’s a thousand taels for you. Once you’ve redeemed yourself, stop acting all high and mighty and start serving me.”

Before being redeemed, Jin Ling deliberately maintained her dignified appearance, hoping to please her sugar daddy. Even with a thousand taels of silver in front of her, she didn’t touch it. Seeing Song Ning spread his legs, she understood his meaning. Without a word, she crawled under the table and between Song Ning’s legs. When she touched the hot thing under his clothes, she couldn’t help but show a look of astonishment. Then, disregarding her shame, she lifted his clothes and saw the unbelievable penis in her hand.

“What a thick, big cock!”

Jin Ling and the young woman exclaimed in unison. Jin Ling immediately stuck out her tongue and began to lick the enormous penis she had never seen before, while the young woman could only watch longingly, pressing her breasts against Song Ning’s arm and twisting her legs together, looking very aroused.

Song Ning still ignored the young woman and continued speaking to Jin Ling:

“From now on, I will give you one hundred taels of silver every month for your living expenses. You can settle down at Wang’s Tailor Shop in the west of the city. You only need to call yourself Aunt Wang. I will not restrict you in any other way.”

Seeing that the woman had agreed, Song Ning then looked at the young woman, who quickly said:

“Young master, my name is…”

Unexpectedly, Song Ning interrupted him:

“I’ve inquired. Your ransom is five thousand taels. I’ve already given the money to the madam. From now on, your name will be Jinlian. You’ll be a wife in the Wu family next to the tailor shop, and you’ll receive two hundred taels a month for living expenses. If you do what I told you to do well, you’ll get an additional reward.”

Song Ning continued talking about the arrangements for the young woman, ignoring the doubt and resentment in her expression. These two women were the substitutes recommended by Wang Xian’er, and they were most similar to Wang Xian’er and Jinlian.

Wang Xian’er was unaware that Song Ning intended to use these two as bait to lure out Wu Song and Ximen Qing, secretly identify the competitors for the challenge, and then, through a calculated attack, defeat the competitors and win the challenge. The deliberate differentiation in their treatment stemmed from their different tasks: “Wang the Godmother” not only had to act as a pimp for Ximen Qing and “Jinlian,” but also had to keep an eye on “Jinlian.” Meanwhile, “Jinlian” not only had to be Wu Dalang’s wife, but also had to be manipulated by either Wu Song or Ximen Qing, who might be her challengers.

While Song Ning pondered how to scheme against his competitors, he instructed “Godmother Wang” and “Jinlian” on how to play their respective roles well. He slipped his hand between Jinlian’s closed legs and said:

“Spread your legs, let me see your cunt.”

“Jinlian” hesitated for a moment, trying to appear reserved, but seeing Song Ning’s cold gaze, she obediently lifted her disheveled skirt, raised one leg and stepped onto the seat, revealing her prostitute’s cunt covered with thick pubic hair. Her labia were pulled apart by the muscles at the base of her thighs, and the pink vaginal flesh writhed, squeezing out the lustful fluid from her vagina.

She had been rubbing her breasts against Song Ning’s for a long time, and had been watching “Godmother Wang” enjoy her for a long time. She was already extremely aroused, which was why she subconsciously began to obey Song Ning.

Song Ning tugged at a tuft of pubic hair that was soaked with vaginal fluid, and said:

“Get rid of the hair, either by shaving or hair removal. Hair removal is better. You should know how to remove hair, right? If not, ask your godmother to help you.”

“Jinlian” seemed to wince in pain, frowning slightly, but still nodded and said:

“Young master, I know. I’ve learned that technique before. I’ve heard it’s very painful! But I will follow your instructions.”

Song Ning was fairly satisfied with her attitude and nodded in approval.

“Hmm, seeing how sensible you are, I’ll reward you with this cock you’ve been craving all this time. Godmother, you should step back and let her ride on top of you and masturbate herself. After I’ve satisfied this little slut, I’ll play with you.”

“Jinlian” naturally stood up with a delighted expression, quickly took off her clothes, and before her “godmother” could move aside, she straddled Song Ning’s lap. Facing Song Ning, her lower abdomen was pressed against his hot penis, and the desire from deep within her vagina was even more intense. She thrust her chest against Song Ning, hugged him with both hands, and anxiously stroked his back back.

Song Ning found his penis being held by “Wang Gan Niang’s” hand, rocked back and forth, and the glans rubbed back and forth between “Jin Lian’s” labia. It was soaked with her vaginal fluid after only a few rubs.

Her head peeked out from beside “Golden Lotus” and she said:

“Young master, let me hold your big cock and aim it at this little slut’s cunt. You have to be careful not to go all the way in at once and hurt her cunt!”

“Jinlian” felt her vaginal opening being forced open by the hot glans, so she hurriedly sat down forcefully, wanting to try the thick penis she had never seen before. However, no matter how she twisted her buttocks, the hot penis was stuck outside her vaginal opening.

Unwilling to give up, “Golden Lotus” tiptoed on the ground, using her legs to lift her buttocks slightly higher. Then, she took a deep breath, held it, and slammed down hard the instant she raised her legs. She jerked her face back, her brows furrowed, and groaned in unbearable pain.

“Ouch… I’m so full!”

Unexpectedly, her vagina experienced an indescribable pain, a tearing sensation she had only experienced once before. She never imagined that after years of being a prostitute, she could experience it again.

She wanted to continue swallowing, but her whole body was limp and she had no strength left. She lay on Song Ning and groaned softly.

Song Ning was also somewhat surprised. She hadn’t expected that this fake “Golden Lotus’s” cunt would be as tight as the real Golden Lotus’s. It seemed that she had a special talent for it. No wonder she wasn’t the top courtesan in the brothel, but her prostitution fee and redemption price were a cut above.

After “Jinlian” lay on top of Song Ning, Song Ning could see “Wang Gan Niang’s” face flushed with desire as he followed her fair back. Her alluring eyes were fixed on Song Ning, and her tongue moved deftly, licking him as she slowly approached the place where Song Ning and “Jinlian” were intercourse. Song Ning didn’t feel his penis being licked; he only felt “Jinlian’s” tight, clenched vagina suddenly writhing, a powerful sucking sensation following. “Jinlian,” limp on Song Ning’s body, also twisted her body uncontrollably, murmuring:

“No! No! Ah! It’s too…too deep! Mother, my anus can’t…can’t take it!”

Jinlian’s words confirmed Song Ning’s guess. Since the target of “godmother’s” tongue was not the penis or the place where the two were having intercourse, then only the anus was left. After being licked, the little cunt was stimulated to keep wriggling and sucking, and that feeling was far better than being directly oral.

Song Ning embraced the fake “Golden Lotus” with both hands, stroking down her pink back until he reached her round, snowy buttocks. He grabbed one side of her buttocks with one hand, spreading it apart while pressing it down forcefully!

“Ah, ah! No! No, don’t, come in at the same time! Waaah… Hmph…”

Song Ning felt the penis slowly penetrating, and the little cunt became hotter and hotter inside. The writhing of the little cunt and the sucking from deep inside became more and more intense. Presumably, “Godmother Wang’s” tongue was also slowly breaking through the defenses of the anus.

Just as the three were engrossed in their conversation, a commotion broke out. Unfortunately, the aging and faded “godmother” had only been assigned this second-floor room facing the street, which offered little privacy and poor soundproofing—it was a low-class room in the brothel.

The commotion was coming from outside the window, a mix of gongs, suonas, and firecrackers, sounding like a wedding procession.

Song Ning, filled with doubt, asked:

“Strange, this area is full of brothels, why would a wedding procession pass by here?”

Neither “Godmother Wang” nor “Golden Lotus” responded to Song Ning’s question immediately. “Godmother Wang” was concentrating on using the “Poison Dragon Drill,” with one hand inserted into Song Ning’s crotch, kneading his full scrotum, and constantly rubbing her two large breasts against Song Ning’s legs.

“Jinlian” was caught between the pleasure of being filled and the pain of being torn apart, and she was unable to extricate herself. Moreover, this was “Wang Ganniang’s” room, and she was unaware of what was happening on the street.

Knowing the situation well, “Godmother Wang” didn’t keep Song Ning waiting long. She finished the “Dragon Drill,” crawled out from beside Song Ning, stood up, drank two cups of wine, rinsed her mouth, and then answered:

“Perhaps she was a girl from a brothel who was redeemed and taken as a concubine by a wealthy man. If he spoiled her, he might even go to great lengths to marry her.”

As she spoke, she walked to the window, opened it a crack, and looked out with a surprised expression:

“Huh? There’s even a sedan chair? Marrying a prostitute as a concubine is not a glorious thing. Therefore, although some people bring her home with great fanfare, most of them let the concubine walk into the house with the wedding procession, which means that from now on she will serve the master in a down-to-earth manner.”

“It seems that this concubine who is about to marry into the family is probably not the top courtesan of some brothel, otherwise she wouldn’t be so favored.”

“Oh? It turns out that this master is taking a concubine. No wonder he’s making such a big fuss about it.”

After watching the commotion outside the window, “Wang Gan Niang” turned back and looked at “Jin Lian” again. She saw “Jin Lian” with a dazed expression, her eyes were languid and seductive, and it was hard to tell whether her eyes were open or closed. Her cheeks were pink, as if she had applied another layer of rouge. Her two red lips were tightly pursed from time to time. After swallowing the drool in her mouth, she would separate them again to reveal a small section of her pink and tender tongue.

Besides her lewd expression, her posture was also intoxicating. The fake “Golden Lotus” had one hand on Song Ning’s shoulder and the other hand reached behind her and pressed against her buttocks. A slender white middle finger was inserted into her anus, thrusting in and out deeply and shallowly. The frequency of the thrusting matched her soft moans and the rhythm of her up-and-down hip movements. At its deepest point, it could swallow most of the penis, and at its shallowest point, the glans was not exposed. Only a little bit of vaginal fluid flowed out, presumably because the coronal sulcus under the glans was right at the entrance of the vagina, leaving a gap for the vaginal fluid to leak out.

Song Ning grasped the pair of round breasts in front of her with both hands, letting the fake “Golden Lotus” enjoy the penis. Her vulva was indeed unique. If it was tight, it might be because Song Ning’s size was too big, but it only took ten centimeters to reach the clitoris. Moreover, the clitoris was covered with fleshy protrusions that scraped against every nerve on the glans, and even the urethral opening was not missed. It has to be said that she was a gifted person.

After listening to “Godmother Wang’s” account of the situation outside, I asked curiously:

“Whose spendthrift son is this? It’s one thing to spend money to redeem someone from servitude, but he actually dares to take her home as a concubine?”

When Song Ning asked this question, he seemed to have forgotten that he himself had spent a lot of money to redeem prostitutes, and not just two, but even to make them wives for other men.

“Godmother Wang” was also speechless for a moment after his words. After catching her breath, she said:

“He is the master of the Ximen family, a prominent family in the county. His given name is Qing. His family is very wealthy and he has a lot of money. Therefore, he often frequents brothels and is very generous. He is very popular with the girls in the brothels.”

Upon hearing the name “Ximen,” Song Ning felt a chill run down his spine. He wished he could immediately go to the window to see this character who was very likely his rival. However, the fake “Jinlian” straddling him caused him a little inconvenience, but it wasn’t a big problem. Song Ning pinched the woman’s breast hard, then let go and hugged the fake “Jinlian’s” thigh.

Jinlian was unaware of what was about to happen, but Wang Ganniang, who was watching from the sidelines, had already foreseen what was about to occur. She couldn’t help but swallow hard, and squeezed her legs together, but it was too late. A warm flow had already trickled down her inner thighs. She thought to herself:

“If I were to be held and fucked by such a thick and long cock, wouldn’t it go all the way into my stomach? Tsk tsk, this little slut, her hole is already shallow, she won’t get fucked to death, will she?”

Just as she expected, Song Ning stood up steadily with her feet on the ground and her hands holding “Jinlian’s” thighs. “Jinlian” was still unaware of the change in posture until Song Ning thrust forward with her hips and pulled back with her waist arched, causing her to lose her balance. Only then did she hurriedly wrap her arms around Song Ning’s neck and begin to move her body up and down with the thrusting.

“Ouch! Ouch! Go easy on me!”

“Big cock! Thrust! Thrust it too hard!”

“Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Someone’s dead! This is killing me!”

So far, the situation is exactly as “Godmother Wang” imagined. Next, Song Ning will probably walk to the window, open a crack to look at the wedding procession on the street, satisfy his curiosity, and then concentrate on playing with the fake “Golden Lotus”. After the “Golden Lotus” can no longer bear it, it will be time for him to taste the flavor of this huge phallus.

But this was just Wang Gan Niang’s wishful thinking. She didn’t know that one of the targets Song Ning used to lure the two of them was Ximen Qing, who was at the head of the wedding procession on the street.

So when Song Ning ordered her to take off all her clothes, and then opened the window wide, and leaned her upper body over the windowsill, “Wang Gan Niang” was stunned for a long time. She thought she had misheard until Song Ning hard thrust into the fake “Golden Lotus” a few times, while staring at her sternly. Only then did she realize what was happening.

In fact, “Wang Gan Niang” often solicited customers by the window facing the street. As a “veteran” prostitute whose beauty had faded, she needed this convenient way to attract customers, and the brothel also needed them to attract customers by facing the street to increase its popularity.

In the past, she would simply sit by the window, her alluring eyes framing her snow-white breasts, waving a silk handkerchief, and repeating phrases like, “Come and play~ Let this servant serve you, sir~” But according to Song Ning’s request, she would have to lean her upper body out, especially since it was broad daylight. She had never made such a request before, but she didn’t question Song Ning’s right to make it. Besides, although she was pretending to be dignified today, she was nothing more than a courtesan with her jade arms resting on a thousand men’s pillow, and she had no shame in refusing this request.

“Squeak~”

Two windows were pushed open from the inside out. Most of the people on the street were watching the wedding festivities and hadn’t noticed that a window in a room on the second floor of a brothel on the street had been opened. Anyone who looked up could see a middle-aged woman who still had some charm and looked like a noblewoman. However, those who frequented brothels and knew her well knew that she was just a prostitute who could be played with for five taels of silver and spend the night for twenty taels.

“Godmother Wang” dared not delay. She pushed open the window and untied the knot in her bosom. The semi-transparent gauze she wore slipped down, revealing her voluptuous body. Several passersby were already looking in her direction. This scene was far more exciting than the spectacle of someone else taking a concubine. They stared intently at “Godmother Wang’s” rosy breasts and even made sucking sounds to urge those around them to admire them as well.

Unaware of being watched, Wang Gan Niang leaned back on the window frame, looking at Song Ning. She slowly raised her buttocks and bent over, her breasts hanging down on the window frame like an inverted bell. She slowly leaned out until she could barely maintain her balance.

Once Song Ning saw that she was standing firmly, he carried the fake “Golden Lotus” behind her, slowly bent his legs, and let the “Golden Lotus” sit on the “Godmother Wang’s” lower back. He first gently thrust a few times, and since the “Godmother Wang” was quite stable, he gradually increased the force.

“Wang Gan Niang” felt that “Jin Lian” pressed against her body with very little weight, but the impact and “Jin Lian’s” moans intensified in sync. From time to time, lustful fluid dripped from her buttocks. Those drops of lustful fluid were cool, but when they dripped on her body, they made her feel even hotter.

“If that cock were inside me, I’m afraid my juices wouldn’t just flow out, they’d definitely spurt out!”

Just as “Wang Gan Niang” was thinking this, she heard the fake “Jin Lian” let out a terrified scream, which drew more and more people on the street to look up at the spectacle.

Before “Wang Gan Niang” could even figure it out, she felt her cunt being forcefully forced open, the filling sensation becoming increasingly deep and distinct, forcing her legs to spread even wider. She strained her neck, trying to utter the lewd words she had already prepared, but not a single sound came out, as if Song Ning’s penis wasn’t penetrating her cunt, but rather deep inside her mouth and throat.

Even though “Godmother Wang” couldn’t make a sound, the erotic scene on the coffin window had already attracted the attention of 99% of the people on the street. Although Song Ning used the prop [Forgotten Mask] to cover his face, he was still worried that his “competitor” would be able to see through him. He carefully hid inside the coffin, observing the various people on the street while thrusting. The most conspicuous person was a tall man in a brocade robe riding a horse in front of the green sedan chair in the wedding procession. He reined in his horse and stood still, staring intently at the direction of the coffin window. This man was probably the Ximen official whose name was “Qing” that “Godmother Wang” had mentioned?

Ximen Qing only glanced briefly at the flamboyant “Godmother Wang” before his gaze moved upwards.

Song Ning deliberately thrust hard into “Wang Gan Niang’s” flower core a few times. Ximen Qing’s expression was unreadable. He then pulled out his penis, tilted it upwards, and, relying on his senses, thrust it into the fake “Jin Lian’s” cunt. As “Jin Lian’s” moans grew louder, Ximen Qing, like a ferocious beast about to devour someone, instantly had a flame blazing in his eyes.

It’s unclear whether this flame is directed at the fake “Golden Lotus” or at the owner of the penis inside the “Golden Lotus’s” vagina. If it’s the former, then this flame represents greed; if it’s the latter, then Ximen Qing is very likely the “dual competitor”!

Song Ning carefully concealed her face, not wanting Ximen Qing and the others on the street below to see it. Just as she was about to switch her target again, another burst of noise came from the other end of the street outside the window. The scene seemed even more lively than Ximen Qing’s wedding, with gongs and drums being played and cheers being heard.

The cheers grew closer, and Song Ning could already hear intermittently words like “hero,” “brave warrior,” “hero,” and “tiger.” A strange feeling welled up inside him.

“Could it be such a coincidence?”

“It seems like it’s not his turn to appear yet, how come it’s so early?”

“Could he be the real competitor? Did he speed up the storyline to get ahead of the dungeon’s progress?”

“This is not good. The fake Golden Lotus hasn’t been delivered to Wu Dalang yet, so the Bone-Eating Cave is probably useless now!”

Just as Song Ning was thinking of a solution, people finally started appearing one after another at the other end of the street. These people were excitedly shouting “Tiger-fighting hero” and kept looking back, as if they were proud of it. Unsuspecting people would think that they had also fought the tiger.

The story of the giant tiger that attacked people on Jingyang Ridge had long been known to everyone, from women and children to prostitutes in brothels.

Here’s an interesting anecdote: A man hadn’t returned home for several days, and his wife thought he had died in the jaws of a tiger. After three days of mourning, she felt that her bed was too lonely and found a lover to keep her company.

On the seventh night after her husband’s death, the young widow was being penetrated by her lover next to his memorial tablet. At the height of their passion, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and standing in the doorway was none other than her “deceased husband.”

It turned out that he had not died in the tiger’s mouth. When he arrived at his door, he saw white silk and black cloth set up for a funeral. He was both puzzled and worried. Fearing that something had happened at home, the husband pushed open the door with unease and was shocked to see his wife naked and being raped by a man from behind.

When the mistress’s husband returned, the lover, instead of being afraid of being caught in the act, deliberately had sex with the mistress several times for the husband to see.

The husband was about to explode in anger, but after seeing who his wife’s lover was, he suddenly fell silent. He awkwardly took two steps back, closed the door from the outside, and then tidied up the white silk and black cloth hanging outside the door by himself.

When his wife’s lover came out pulling up his pants, the lover casually remarked:

“You’re having fun in the brothel, not caring whether your wife lives or dies. I saw she was heartbroken, so I took care of her for a few days. Consider the few taels of silver I owe you as payment!”

After saying that, she turned and left. Although her husband was angry, he knew he was in the wrong and dared not pursue the matter. He could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, and went home as if nothing had happened.

The wife was caught in the act of adultery. In her fear, she was not punished by her husband for her infidelity, nor did she dare to ask him the reason for the crime for fear of angering him. So she pretended that nothing had happened.

This incident inadvertently became a laughing stock in several brothels. When the customers left after having their fun, they would always jokingly say, “If I don’t go home soon, I’m afraid my backyard will catch fire.” Beneath the absurdity lies the terrifying, man-eating nature of that giant worm.

So when they heard the “Tiger-Slaying Hero” parading through the streets, both “Wang Gan Niang” and the fake “Jin Lian” looked curiously toward the sound, wanting to see what kind of hero could rid the terrifying tiger.

At the end of the street, a chestnut-red old horse appeared first. This was not surprising; it would be rare to see a fine steed in a county town. Then a man led the reins, with a large red flower tied with a red cotton cloth around his neck. It looked like it hadn’t been washed in years, but all of this only made his tall and strong body look even more majestic.

Song Ning even felt that “Jinlian’s” cunt was gripping even tighter. When he pulled it out and inserted it into “Wang Ganniang’s” cunt, it was the same!

He secretly grew even more wary of this “tiger-slaying hero,” and deliberately said to the two women:

“What a coincidence, that’s the man I want Jinlian to marry!”

********************

Host’s name: Song Ning

Age: 19

Possessing items:

[Conan’s Voice-Changing Bow Tie (Class B)]

【The Forgotten Mask (Grade B)】

[Spiritual Collar (Grade B)]

[Stealing Jade and Fragrance (Level B)]

【Peeping into the Illusory Dust (Rank A)】.

Possesses attributes:

[High Desire (Grade B)]

[Snot bubble (Grade B)],

【Eternal Sage (Rank B)】

Possessing cards:

[Grade B Meatball Enhancement Card] x3

[Grade B Physique Enhancement Card] ×6 (1 already used)

[Grade B Appearance Enhancement Card] x4

[Grade B Temperament Enhancement Card] ×2

[Grade B Breast Enhancement Card] ×5

[Grade B Private Part Optimization Card] ×3

[Grade B Body Optimization Card] x3

[Level B Romantic Encounter Card] ×1

[Grade B Lucky Boost Card] ×1

[Grade C Meatball Enhancement Card] ×5

[Grade C Physique Enhancement Card] ×4 (3 already used)

[Rank C Dungeon Card] ×1.

Possess card packs:

[Rank B Item Reward Card Pack]

[Rank B Attribute Reward Card Pack]

[Tier B Basic Card Pack],

[Class C Basic Card Pack],

[Class D Basic Card Pack]

Possessing fragments:

[Role-playing reward card pack fragments (Grade B) (8/10)]

[Special Ability Reward Card Pack Fragment (Grade B) (8/10)]

[Scene Space Card Pack Fragment (Grade B) (3/10)]

[B-Rank Reward Card Pack Universal Fragment] ×11.

Cash on hand: 7.75 million yuan.

Dungeon currency: 302,000 taels of silver

Host Achievements:

Not a single drop left.

[Playing both sides]

[One Thousand Sexual Encounters]

[Exclusive Favor]

Safety First

[First time flying together].

[Secret Spying ①]

Task List:

Rank A Card Pack Activation Mission 1: Have a threesome with three different girls. Completing this will unlock the next mission. (Completed)

Activation task 2 for Grade A card pack: Have sex with three virgins respectively. 2/3 completed.

Activation Task 3 for Tier A Card Packs: Unlock five or more Tier B Card Packs. 3/5 completed.

Activation Task 4 for Grade A Card Packs: Complete a Grade B or higher dungeon once, achieving a completion rate of ≥20%. (Incomplete)

Dungeon Quests:

Daily Task 1: Have sex with the women in the Song Mansion. Reward: Dungeon time +1 day.

Daily Task 2: Have sex with the woman outside the Song Mansion. Reward: Dungeon time +12 hours.

Daily Task 3: Engage in incestuous sex once, rewarding you with +1 day of dungeon time.

Main Story Quest 1: Find Jinlian and gain her favor. Quest Rewards: +3 days of dungeon time, 1 B-rank card draw reward.

Main Quest 2 [Investigate the Truth]: Investigate the truth behind the replacement of the dowry maid. Completion will grant you +7 days of reward time in the dungeon and three B-grade card draws.

Side Quest [Mysterious Temple]: Such an unbelievable thing exists in this sacred Buddhist temple. Is it blasphemy? Or is there another secret?

Side Quest [The Concubine’s Ambition]: The concubine, who was sold into servitude and didn’t even deserve a name, seems to have developed different thoughts after hearing about the mistress’s secrets.

Side Quest [Sister’s Secret]: Everyone has their own secrets, and there’s really no need to explore them all, except for your sister’s.