未央生將玉香的兩條雪白大腿架在自己的臂彎里，玉香雙臂死死摟住未央生的脖頸，檀口張開，主動噙住了丈夫的舌頭。未央生就著這個姿勢一把將嬌妻橫抱而起，胯下的陽物始終深埋在陰戶之中，半寸也不曾拔出，就這麼一邊抬步邁向繡榻，一邊在幽徑里不住地抽送顛簸，生生使出了一招“走馬看花勢”！邊走邊肏，直抱到床前。未央生將玉香放倒在錦褥之上，將那一雙小腳再次高高架起，從頭狠狠搗騰起來！又這般抽插了數百下，玉香忽然尖叫一聲，哭喊道：“心肝！我要……我要活不成了！”兩手拼盡最後的氣力死死勒住未央生的脖頸，喉嚨里不住地發出哼哼唧唧的呻吟抽泣，真如同大病垂危之人氣絕前的模樣一般。未央生知曉她體內陰精已然狂洩噴薄，當下一聲悶哼，將陰莖死死頂在陰道最深處，就著那滾燙的春潮狠命揉搗翻轉，同時渾身一顫，陽精激射而出，自己也脫力般伏在她胸口，陪著她一同如死過去了一般。兩人赤條條相擁癱睡了約莫一炷香的工夫，玉香方才緩緩蘇醒過來，撫著胸口心有餘悸地問：“我剛才……剛才整個人都死過去了一遭，你知道不知道？”未央生撫摸著她的青絲笑道：“我怎會不知？娘子，這不叫‘死’，這在男女交歡里，叫做‘丟’。”玉香眨著眼睛問：“什麼叫作‘丟’？”未央生細細解釋道：“男有陽精，女有陰精。男女乾到快活的最頂頭，那精水便要噴湧出來。在將出未出的那一刻，通身上下的皮肉骨髓一齊酸麻酥透，整個人昏昏沈沈，直如神魂出竅睡死過去一般，那精水才能徹底洩個乾淨。這就叫‘丟’了。方才那春宮畫的第五幅‘雙龍鬥倦’，畫的便是眼下這般光景。”玉香又驚又奇道：“照你這麼說，丟過之後還能活轉過來，竟是不會死人的？”未央生大笑道：“傻娘子！男男女女做這樁事，乾一次就丟一次；更有那陰精來得急、動情快的婦人，男子丟上一回，她能前前後後丟上幾十回！這分明是人世間最快活的美事，哪裡會死人！”玉香聽了，雙頰泛紅，回味著方才那蝕骨銷魂的滋味，脫口嘆道：“若是這等滋味……從今往後，我巴不得日日都要丟，夜夜都要丟了！”未央生拊掌暢懷大笑：“如何？我就說為夫沒騙你罷！這本春宮冊子，難道還算不上開天闢地的至寶？”玉香嬌羞地點頭道：“果真是件稀罕寶貝。若是能買來常年放在房裡翻看翻看，當真是好的；只可惜你那位朋友過兩日就要來取回去。”未央生刮了刮她的鼻子笑道：“那是先前哄你的鬼話，其實是我自己花重金在市上買下的！”玉香聽罷，喜笑顏開。夫妻倆溫存說完，翻身下榻穿了衣裳，又湊在桌邊重新翻看那三十六幅畫冊；每每看到興頭高漲、慾火難耐處，索性剝了衣裳重新交媾。打這一天起，小夫妻倆性情徹底相投，如膠似漆，恩愛逾常。玉香自從參透了這春宮圖的奧妙，滿身的道學迂腐氣蕩然無存，徹底化作了風情萬種的蕩婦。夜裡行房，再也不守什麼“中庸之道”，最愛琢磨標新立異的花樣。什麼“倒澆蠟燭”，她甘願受用；什麼“隔山取火”，她也千依百順。辦事之時，那嬌啼媚喘、騷聲助興的放蕩之態，比青樓名妓還要在行老練。未央生為了助長她的淫興，又屢次跑到坊間書鋪，蒐羅採買了許多市井秘本風月淫書，諸如《繡榻野史》《如意君傳》《痴婆子傳》之類，足有十幾二十種，全大模大樣擺在玉香案頭任她翻閱；而以前那些《烈女傳》《女孝經》，早被盡數捆扎起來束之高閣。夫婦二人的枕席雲雨之樂，哪怕再畫上三百六十幅春宮，也畫不盡其中的快活風流。真可謂是：琴瑟調和不足以形容其諧美，鐘鼓齊鳴不足以彰顯其極樂。未央生快活到了這步田地，按說已是人間極樂。然而美中不足的是，房闈之內夫妻雖然和諧勝蜜，翁婿之間的矛盾卻日益尖銳。這又是為何？原來鐵扉道人是個性情刻板執拗的理學夫子，平日最喜質樸古拙，最惡奢華浮靡，最忌諱風月輕佻，平生唯獨好講程朱道學。打從未央生入贅的第一夜起，見女婿衣著錦繡華麗、言談舉止浮滑輕佻，老先生心裡便老大不痛快，背地裡長嘆道：“此子華而不實，輕浮無狀，絕非成大器之材！我這女兒終身算是托付錯了人。”但轉念一想，納徵的聘禮已收，朱陳之好已成，斷無反悔之理，只得將錯就錯，打算等完婚之後，拿出嚴父的威嚴來日夜拘管他，將他當塊鐵胚狠狠磨煉，務必把他雕琢成一個方正端嚴的道學之士。因此平日里，老丈人對未央生橫挑鼻子竪挑眼，辭色之間毫不留情。別說言談稍有失誤、辦事稍有差池便是一頓嚴厲斥責訓誡，哪怕未央生平日里坐立行臥稍有一絲不合規矩，也少不得招來老頭子的一番絮絮叨叨的訓斥。未央生年輕氣盛，打小父母雙亡，自由自在慣了，何曾受過這等嚴苛的拘管磨折？他幾次三番想要當面頂撞翻臉，又顧慮妻子臉面上不好看，恐傷了枕席間的恩愛，無可奈何之下只得咬牙隱忍。忍來忍去，終於到了忍無可忍的地步。未央生心中暗自盤算：“我當初不過是貪戀他女兒的絕色容貌，見他不肯把女兒外嫁、非要招贅，我才屈尊入贅到他家。他如今倒好，仗著泰山嶽父的架勢，天天拿規矩大山來壓我！他那樣一個酸臭腐儒，我不去開導點化他也就罷了，他倒想反過來改造我！再者說，我堂堂一個風流才子，往後還指望著遍游天下、做幾樁竊玉偷香的艷事流傳百世呢，難道守著他這一個女兒，就能打發了我一輩子的風流願望不成？若天天教他這般管頭管腳，一步路不許亂走，一句話不許亂說，將來我若真在外頭惹下點風流債，豈不被他當場扭送官府定個死罪？我如今左思右想，跟他硬頂是頂不過的，一味硬忍又是忍不下去的。思來想去，唯有一條妙計——索性把玉香交還給他照管，我只推說要出門遊學，暫且躲到外頭廣闊天地去浪蕩一番！如今這世間第一等的美人已被我娶到手享用過了；往後出門在外，倘若撞見天下第二等的美人，縱然不能明媒正娶，哪怕做上幾夜露水夫妻、了結一段宿世情緣，也是人間快事！”主意打定，他本想先跟玉香商量，再去稟明岳父；轉念一想，又怕玉香貪戀床第歡娛死活不肯放他走，若是先被妻子哭鬧阻攔，回頭便不好再向岳父開口。於是只得瞞下玉香，私下尋了個空當，獨自來見鐵扉道人，躬身稟道：“小婿偏居這等山僻小邑，孤陋寡聞，上無名師指點，下無益友切磋，因此學問久無進境。如今小婿意欲拜別岳父大人，負笈出遊，遊歷四方，好教眼界放寬、胸襟開拓。凡遇有名師益友聚集之處，小婿便在彼處結廬苦讀；趕上鄉試考期，便直奔省城應試。倘若僥倖博得個一科兩榜、金榜題名，也算不辜負岳父招贅栽培的一番苦心。不知岳父大人可否應允？”鐵扉道人捋著鬍鬚，喜形於色道：“你入贅我家整整半年，唯獨今日這番話，才算有幾分讀書人的志氣！肯離家出門刻苦求學，這是天大的好事，老夫豈有不允之理！”未央生趁熱打鐵道：“岳父大人雖然深明大義，但小婿只怕令愛心存怨尤，怪小婿薄情寡義、新婚燕爾便要遠游。依小婿之見，對外只說是岳父大人的嚴命督促，全非小婿貪戀外游，如此方能斷了兒女情長之念，小婿也好輕裝啓程。”道人連連點頭稱贊：“所言極是！正該如此！”計策商定，次日道人當著玉香的面，疾言厲色催逼未央生即刻收拾行裝出門遊學。未央生故意裝出一副依依不捨、百般推脫的模樣，道人越發板起面孔，好一通訓斥教誨，未央生這才“無可奈何”地叩頭領命。玉香此時正嘗到男女交歡的髓味，情濃似火，驟然聽聞丈夫要遠行出遊，便如同吃奶的嬰孩被硬生生奪了乳頭一般，心裡的淒苦不捨簡直難以言表。當下百般纏磨，甚至把丈夫出遠門期間積欠的房事，全要在臨行前預先支取透支出來。未央生也深知此去關山路遠，長途寂寞，一時半會兒未必能有野花艷婦得手，於是也打起十二分精神，極力逢迎侍奉。就好比大擺筵席請客，雖說是為了招待客人，自己在一旁陪坐痛飲，倒也落得快活盡興。一連數夜，小夫妻倆在羅帳深處極盡顛鸞倒鳳之能事，當中的百般綢繆纏綿，真個是外人道不盡，唯有他們夫妻二人心知肚明。到了起程這一天，未央生拜別了老岳父與依依不捨的妻子，收拾了琴劍書箱，帶上一名貼身童僕，揚帆登程而去。這一去，未央生在外風流獵艷的奇遇尚多，且聽下回分解。#經典新譯之肉蒲團<img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/6af8c0cc-f93d-4f43-bed9-d8de14f02f5b.avif" />

典新譯之肉蒲團 第七回

The next day, Weiyangsheng ran to the calligraphy and painting shop and spent a fortune on an exquisite album of erotic paintings. The album was said to be an authentic work by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan dynasty, comprising thirty-six paintings, echoing the classical allusion from Tang poetry: “All thirty-six palaces are filled with spring.” He took it home, intending to examine it closely with Yuxiang so she would understand that the arts of lovemaking were not inventions of his own, but practices already established by the sages of antiquity; now, with the personal brushwork of Duke Wenmin of Zhao as proof, it was irrefutable evidence. When he first brought it back, Yuxiang did not know what kind of album it was and casually opened it. The first two pages bore the four large characters “Remnants of the Han Palace.” Yuxiang thought that since the Han dynasty inner palace had many virtuous consorts and gentle ladies, the paintings must depict portraits of ancient virtuous women, and she would see what they looked like. When she turned to the third page, she was startled to see a naked man embracing a naked woman as they coupled on a rockery! Yuxiang’s face flushed crimson; shame and anger mingled as she scolded, “Where did you get such filthy, inauspicious things? You’ve sullied the purity of our bedchamber! Quick, tell the maid to throw it into the stove and burn it!” Weiyangsheng seized her hand and stopped her. “This is a priceless antique worth a hundred taels of silver! I borrowed it from a friend to appreciate. If you can afford to pay a hundred taels, do as you please and burn it; if not, leave it here properly and let me enjoy it for a day or two before returning it.” Yuxiang said crossly, “What use is keeping such indecent, vulgar stuff?” Weiyangsheng replied, “My wife is mistaken! If it were truly indecent, why would the painter have labored over it? Why would collectors have paid heavy sums for it? Precisely because this is the most upright and glorious matter since the beginning of heaven and earth, successive generations of literati have depicted it with exquisite brushwork, mounted it on fine silks, circulated it in bookshops and galleries, and stored it in famous studios—so that later generations may follow and emulate it. If not, the principles of yin-yang union would gradually be lost; people would not know the ways of congress, leading husbands to abandon wives and wives to resent husbands. The great Way of heaven and earth’s ceaseless creation would be utterly destroyed, and in the end the world would become extinct! I borrowed it today not only for my own pleasure, but so that my wife may grasp the wondrous principle of heaven and earth’s harmony, conceive smoothly, and bear children—without being delayed by my father-in-law’s pedantic Confucianism and ending up childless. Why are you angry for no reason?” Yuxiang sneered, “I don’t believe such acts are proper! If they were, why did the ancients who set the rules not let people do them openly in broad daylight before everyone? Why must it wait until deep in the night, done secretly like thieves? From this alone, one can see it is nothing honorable!” Weiyangsheng burst into laughter. “If that’s what you think, then it’s not your fault at all—it’s your rigid old father’s! He locked you away in the inner chambers since childhood with not a single woman versed in romance around, leaving you so ignorant and inexperienced. Think: which proper couple in the world does not make love in broad daylight? It is only natural and proper! If couples never undressed to make love by day, how could the painters of these albums have known all these positions and techniques? How could they have portrayed the expressions of passion so vividly that one glance sets desire aflame?” Yuxiang retorted, “Then why do my parents never do such things during the day?” Weiyangsheng asked, “How do you know they don’t?” Yuxiang said, “If they did, how could I not have stumbled upon it? I am sixteen and have never once seen it—nor even heard the slightest sound!” Weiyangsheng smiled. “What an innocent little wife! Such bedroom secrets are most carefully hidden from children. Besides the children who must not see, which maid or old servant has not seen or heard? When elders wish to act by day, they first make sure you are not nearby, then bolt the door before undressing and mounting the bed. They fear that if you, a young lady of the inner chambers, should see it, your spring heart would be stirred and you would fall into lovesickness! That is why they kept it from you so thoroughly.” Yuxiang lowered her head in thought, then murmured, “They do often close the door for a midday nap… perhaps they truly are doing it… but it is still too embarrassing. In broad daylight, staring at each other, how could one assume such postures?” Weiyangsheng smiled. “You do not know, my wife: making love by day is more than ten times more delightful than at night! The supreme pleasure lies precisely in ‘I see you, you see me’—gazes meeting, passion entwining, most arousing of all. There are only two kinds of couples who absolutely cannot do this in broad daylight.” Yuxiang asked curiously, “Which two?” Weiyangsheng said, “An ugly husband with a beautiful wife is one; an ugly wife with a handsome husband is the other.” Yuxiang asked again, “Why can these two types not do it by day?” Weiyangsheng leaned closer to explain: “This amorous pleasure depends entirely on mutual love and admiration, spirit and essence blending, to reach the marrow. If a wife is snow-skinned and flower-fair, delicate and fresh as carved jade, when the husband strips her bare and holds her, feasting his eyes while thrusting and pleasing her, his excitement naturally multiplies tenfold, and his member grows hard, thick, and large without his noticing. But if she looks closely and sees her man resembling a night-fork demon, his skin dark and rough—hidden when clothed, but fully exposed when naked—and compares it to her own snow-white, tender flesh, his ugliness appears twelvefold worse! Seeing her disgust, how could she not feel revulsion? Her face shows annoyance; the man, seeing his wife disdain him, feels his once-stiff, thick cock soften and shrink without his noticing. Instead of pleasure, he suffers humiliation!” “Thus such couples can only act in pitch darkness to hide their flaws. This is the case of a beautiful wife with an ugly husband. The same logic applies to a handsome husband with an ugly wife, so no need to elaborate. But for a couple like us—white flesh against white flesh, fair face against fair face, tender against tender—if we do not seek joy in broad daylight and display this snow-white skin, but instead always hide in dark bedding, would we not waste this heaven-bestowed beauty? How would we differ from those ugly couples? If you do not believe me, let us try it now and see how it compares to fumbling in the dark at night!” After hearing this, Yuxiang could not help but feel moved. Though her lips still refused, her heart had already softened halfway. Her cheeks flushed pink, and the corners of her eyes and brows quietly revealed spring passion. Weiyangsheng saw this and knew the moment had come. He was about to pounce, but then thought: “Her desire has only just awakened; her thirst has not yet reached the marrow. If I rush now, it would be like a starving man devouring food in one gulp without savoring any flavor—hardly the ultimate pleasure. Let me tease her further, draw out her fire completely, then share the clouds and rain with her!” He pulled over a spacious, sturdy rosewood armchair, sat down grandly, drew Yuxiang into his lap, opened the erotic album, and pointed to the figures, explaining each painting to her in detail. This album differed greatly from ordinary erotic prints: each painting’s first half was a meticulous brushwork scene, the second half an inscription by a famous hand. The first part of the inscription explained the copulatory posture depicted; the latter extolled the painter’s marvelous ingenuity. Weiyangsheng had her observe while inwardly imagining the expressions and postures of the figures in the paintings, so she could imitate them later. Holding his lovely wife, he read the inscriptions aloud word by word: “The first painting is called ‘The Pose of Releasing the Butterfly to Seek Fragrance.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman sits high upon a Taihu rock, legs spread wide. The man, holding a jade duster, probes into her jade gate, searching left and right for the vital flower heart. At this moment both are engaged in foreplay, not yet entering the supreme realm; thus their brows are relaxed and their expressions and movements differ little from usual.’ The second painting is called ‘The Pose of Teaching the Bee to Brew Honey.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman lies supine upon brocade cushions, hands braced firmly, hips raised high in the air, offering her yin gate to the jade stem so the man may locate the flower heart and avoid blind thrusting. At this moment the woman’s expression shows unbearable hunger, the man’s face a trace of panic; viewers cannot help but feel anxious for them—this is the painter’s stroke of ingenious creation.’ The third painting is called ‘The Pose of the Lost Bird Returning to the Forest.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman reclines sideways upon an embroidered couch, feet raised high toward the heavens, both hands tightly gripping the man’s thighs, using the leverage to thrust downward. Though they appear to have entered the realm of bliss, they still fear losing its subtlety; both are exerting effort together, spirits radiant, souls swaying—truly the marvel of brush moving like dragon and snake, ink dancing in flight.’ The fourth painting is called ‘The Pose of the Hungry Horse Rushing to the Trough.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman lies flat on the couch, both hands tightly embracing the man’s back as if bound by ropes. The man hoists her feet onto his shoulders, the jade stem fully sheathed in her yin without the slightest gap. At this moment both are at the brink of release; eyes half-closed, half-open, tongues half-withdrawn, half-extended, their faces wearing the same soul-melting expression—truly a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.’ The fifth painting is called ‘The Pose of Two Dragons Wearying Each Other.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman’s head rests upon the pillow, her entire body limp as silk; the man’s head also droops upon her neck, lying prone upon her equally limp. This is the state after clouds disperse and rain ceases, essence spent. Her fragrant soul seems to drift away, beautiful dreams gradually approach, showing the transition from utmost motion to utmost stillness. Yet her pair of jade feet have not yet descended, still resting askew in the crook of his arm, preserving a thread of spring vitality. Were it not so, the painting would resemble a pair of corpses struck dead, leading the viewer to contemplate sharing coffin and grave, life and death together.’” Leaning in her husband’s embrace, listening and watching, Yuxiang’s belly was already in turmoil by this point; a wave of lustful fire surged straight to her head. Weiyangsheng was about to turn to the sixth painting when Yuxiang could endure no longer. She pushed the album away, leapt to her feet, panting, “What filthy book! It makes one’s whole body restless and uncomfortable… Get up and look at it yourself; I’m going to sleep!” Weiyangsheng pulled her back into his arms and laughed, “There is still much wonderful scenery ahead; after we finish, we shall rest together.” Yuxiang twisted her body. “Is there no tomorrow? Must we finish it all today?” Weiyangsheng knew she was already burning with desire. He turned her lovely face and kissed her fragrant lips. In ordinary times, if Weiyangsheng offered his tongue, Yuxiang would have clenched her teeth shut; to make her extend her clove-like little tongue would have been wishful thinking. Married a full month, Weiyangsheng had not even known whether his wife’s tongue was long or short. Yet this time, as their lips met, Yuxiang’s warm, soft, slippery fragrant tongue slipped through her teeth of its own accord and actively entered Weiyangsheng’s mouth! Weiyangsheng rejoiced and teased in her ear, “My darling, let us not even move to the bed; let this armchair serve as the Taihu rock, and we shall imitate and perform the first painting in the album—how about it?” Yuxiang half-pushed, half-yielded, feigning anger. “In broad daylight… this is not something humans do!” Weiyangsheng laughed. “Wife speaks truly—this is not the deed of mortals, but the supreme bliss of immortals! Let us, you and I, be living immortals for a moment!” With that, he reached out and yanked off her sash. Though Yuxiang’s lips protested, her pair of powdered arms had already climbed around Weiyangsheng’s neck, allowing him to slide her silk trousers down to her ankles. Weiyangsheng looked closely and saw that the crotch of her snow-white under-trousers was already soaked with a bowl-sized patch of spring dew—clearly the love juices that had flowed while viewing the paintings. His heart surged with heat; he quickly removed his own trousers, carried Yuxiang back to the armchair, spread her snow-white thighs wide, thrust his iron-hard member straight into her moist yin gate, then began to undo her upper garments. Dear reader, why did Weiyangsheng not remove her upper garments first, but wait until after trousers were off and insertion complete? Know that Weiyangsheng was an expert at stealing fragrance and plucking jade. If he stripped her upper body first, though her heart might be eager, her face would still feel shame; she would surely hesitate and create complications. Better to seize the lowest vital pass first, cook the raw rice into cooked rice, after which the rest of her flesh would fall without attack. This is the military tactic of “capture the king to catch the thief, strike straight at the Yellow Dragon’s lair.” Indeed, Yuxiang let him strip her completely naked and play with her at will, leaving only the pair of embroidered foot-binding trousers on her calves. Why? Because beneath those trousers were bound the lotus feet. No matter how neatly a woman’s feet are bound, once the cloth is unwrapped, the ten toes are inevitably squeezed and twisted, unsightly to behold; moreover, the three-inch golden lotuses only reveal their myriad charms when half-hidden inside the embroidered trousers. Bare little feet would be like a flower without green leaves to set it off—utterly lacking in charm. Weiyangsheng deeply understood this principle, so he left only this one garment. Weiyangsheng stripped Yuxiang bare, then removed his own clothes as well. He gathered his strength once more, lifted her small feet high onto the chair arms, and, thrusting his massive member within her wet heat, probed left and right, rubbing and grinding exactly as in the first erotic painting, “Releasing the Butterfly to Seek Fragrance,” searching for the flower heart. After probing for a while, Yuxiang’s passion rose; bracing both hands on the chair arms, she actively thrust her plump, tender yin gate upward to meet him. When Weiyangsheng’s cock probed left, she met it leftward; when he swung right, she received it rightward. Suddenly it struck a raised, tender spot deep inside. Yuxiang felt an indescribable sour numbness there—neither itch nor pain, yet unbearably uncomfortable, and at the same time so pleasurable she could not bear to release it. Her whole body trembled; she gasped and begged Weiyangsheng, “My lord, do not move… just grind against this spot! Do not probe left and right again—you have truly scratched this slave’s heart’s core…” Weiyangsheng knew he had precisely struck the “flower heart.” Yielding to her wish, he concentrated all his strength upon that soft flesh, grinding and thrusting relentlessly. From shallow to deep, slow to rapid, he drove in and out hundreds of times. By now Yuxiang was lost in passion; her jade hands unconsciously reached behind her, gripping Weiyangsheng’s firm thighs tightly, desperately thrusting her own hips upward—this posture was exactly the same as in the second painting of the album! Seeing this, Weiyangsheng simply lifted her jade feet, rested them firmly on his shoulders, wrapped both arms tightly around her slender waist, and plunged his member to the root, striking the deepest part of the flower heart! At this moment his member swelled thicker, longer, and harder than usual, filling Yuxiang’s narrow passage completely, without the slightest gap. Weiyangsheng thus thrust wildly for several hundred rounds. Yuxiang’s starry eyes half-closed, her hair disheveled, fragrant sweat pouring like rain; she grew soft as if about to faint. Weiyangsheng heaved heavily upon her twice, panting, biting her earlobe. “My darling, I know you are about to spend your essence at this pass. This hard chair offers no room to maneuver—let us finish on the bed!” Yuxiang was at the critical juncture of immortal bliss and feared that moving to the bed would cause that thick, hot member to withdraw, abruptly cutting short this heaven-piercing ecstasy; moreover, her hands and feet were already sore and weak, her entire body like a puddle of spring mud—how could she move even half a step? Hearing her husband suggest moving the bed, she merely kept her eyes tightly shut and shook her head desperately in refusal. Weiyangsheng asked, “My heart, can you not walk?” Yuxiang gave an almost imperceptible nod. Weiyangsheng said, “No matter. I shall carry you up.” #ClassicNewTranslationOfTheCarnalPrayerMat <img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/f70faefa-8c45-46e7-899b-552e4919fde2.avif" />

Classic New Translation of The Carnal Prayer Mat, Chapter Six

Of all evils, lust is the foremost

It was past 1 AM when I finally pushed open the door, carrying several heavy luxury shopping bags filled with today's spoils from shopping with “二代”. After entering, I didn't say much and went straight into the bathroom. The hot water washed away my fatigue and grime, but I lingered for a long time, lost in thought listening to the sound of the water. Outside the frosted glass, the bedroom light was still on. He was waiting for me, but I really had no energy to deal with him. “二代” had been messing with me in the nightclub restroom for a long time to make up for losing face in the afternoon. He must have taken something; his cock was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, pounding me until I cried out, and my lower belly still aches faintly. I just wanted to soak quietly by myself. After washing up and coming out, the bedroom was already dark, with only his phone screen glowing faintly. He seemed to be asleep, snoring lightly. I quietly climbed into bed, curled up with my back to him, and soon fell into a deep sleep. At 8 AM, the sunlight woke me. The space beside me was empty; I turned over and dozed off again. I finally woke up at noon. I got up slowly and went into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. The dirty laundry basket nearby was piled with last night's clothes, reeking of smoke and alcohol. That rose-red lace panties had been tossed on top, with visible traces of discharge on the crotch. That's strange; I distinctly remembered stuffing the panties at the very bottom last night. #SlutWifeOralDiary

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