Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 954: Two Choices (part 2)

WARNING: Hot chapter!!!!!!

Song Qingshu looked down, admiring the beauty before him. He couldn’t help but marvel at the physique of Western Region w0men—their full, pert bos0ms, slender yet powerfully athletic wai$ts, and soft curves that extended down to hips arched in an exaggerated, enticing sweep that stirred a heat in any man’s nether region.

‘Even those Vict0ria’s Secret angels from my previous life can’t compare to Daiqisi,’ Song Qingshu quickly concluded. While those supermodels had incredible figures, they were arguably too thin. Daiqisi’s form was perfect, where adding or subtracting even a fraction would spoil it.

“Madam, intimacy between husband and wife shouldn’t be like this,” he said, ki$$ing her earl0be and whispering softly into her ear. “If you continue to see me as Song Qingshu, then I’ll have to… vi0late you as my true self?”

Daiqisi opened her mouth, but no words came out. The night’s events were inevitable. Compared to being vi0lated by another man, being taken by someone wearing her husband’s face was somehow easier to accept.

Seeing her silence, Song Qingshu smiled slightly. He reached down and t0uched her. 

Daiqisi instinctively shrank back, only then realizing she was already drenched, the soft bedding beneath her slick with moisture. A wave of shame washed over her, turning her skin a deep crimson.

Noting the natural, irresistible allure mixed with her shyness, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry with impatience. He hastily undid his belt, freeing a thick, intimidating member, and pressed it towards her flowing, moist entrance.

Daiqisi’s heart leapt. She stole a glance and was instantly horrified! 

It was nearly twice the size of Han Qianye’s! Even with her husband, she had often felt stretched to her limit; how could she possibly accommodate this? 

The man’s outwardly scholarly appearance belied what was hidden below.

Suddenly realizing this was no time for such thoughts, she struggled fiercely. But Song Qingshu firmly gripped her rounded butt0cks, parting her jade-like legs and wrapping them around his wai$t, preventing her from closing them. With a thrust of his h!ps, he pressed the egg-sized head forward.

Daiqisi’s b0dy shuddered. Though the vessel had not yet entered the dock, she felt its scorching heat and rigid firmness acutely. To her utter shame, a fresh wave of warmth gushed from her in response.

Song Qingshu was in no hurry. He guided his dragon-root around her slick, wet folds, coating it repeatedly in the slippery nectar.

Daiqisi seethed with hatred. Execution was a single, swift blow, but this scoundrel was deliberately toying with her—like raising the executioner’s blade again and again without striking, terrifying even the bravest soul into paralysis.

Her husband had passed away many years ago, and she had remained chaste all this time. How could she withstand such teasing? Before long, her b0dy trembled once more, and that shameful sensation washed over her again.

Song Qingshu looked down; slick, sticky honey had already dripped onto his leg. “Madam’s b0dy is truly sensitive,” he chuckled with delight.

Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Daiqisi turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge him.

Deciding the time was right, Song Qingshu positioned himself and slowly pushed into her tender depths. 

Daiqisi’s almond eyes flew wide open. She struggled desperately, but the city gates were already breached. Her resistance only seemed to lure the enemy deeper. 

Pinning her hands to the bed, Song Qingshu pressed forward valiantly, regardless of any ambush.

He felt himself enter a wonderfully tender, slick, and exquisite space, surrounded by soft, heated flesh that tightly wrapped around and kneaded him, bringing an utterly soul-shaking ecstasy.

Having seen his intimidating size, Daiqisi had feared she might be impaled to death. Strangely, she felt no pain, only an overwhelming, splitting fullness. Certain she couldn’t take any more, she cried out, “Stop!”

Song Qingshu paused, looking at her with amusement. “You want me to stop now?” As he spoke, he gently swayed, the massive head rubbing and scraping just inside her entrance.

The friction against her inner tender flesh sent shudders through Daiqisi’s b0dy. A m0an of pleasure escaped her lips as another gush of sticky honey flowed forth.

Her face burning, she could only curl into his embrace and plead in a nearly begging tone, “This is enough… any deeper and you’ll break me.”

Song Qingshu laughed. “Madam, you’re not some sixteen-year-old v!rgin. You’ve been married for years; how could you break? Though I am curious,” he added, “you’ve even borne a child, yet you’re as tight as a m@iden.”

“I don’t know!” Daiqisi bit her lip, enduring, her voice tearful.

“It must be related to the martial arts you practice,” Song Qingshu nodded. He had noticed that many w0men in this world who had married and borne children remained remarkably tight—Huang Rong was like this, and so was Daiqisi. The only explanation was their superior martial arts, granting them physiques and recovery far beyond w0men of his previous life, allowing them to return to their original state within a year or two after childbirth.

Seeing the faint fear in Daiqisi’s eyes, a wicked thought arose in him. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Why are you so afraid? You’ve been with your husband before. Unless…”

Biting her lip against the sensations, Daiqisi replied, “He was nothing like your size…”

The words escaped before she could stop them, staining her jade-like cheeks crimson. “When I was intimate with Qianye,” she whispered, “I always felt my b0dy would split open. But you…” she glanced down, “…this thing of yours will be the death of me!”

A wave of immense conquest surged through Song Qingshu. His member stiffened further, making Daiqisi’s eyes roll back. 

“Don’t worry, Madam. A w0man’s b0dy is very resilient. Even if I’m twice your hu$band’s size, you can accommodate me.”

With that, he sank his hips deeper, parting layer upon layer of slick, soft flesh. Having been widowed for over a decade, Daiqisi’s passage, save for lacking a m@idenhead, was tighter than any v!rgin’s. Song Qingshu didn’t rush. Meeting resistance, he ground and teased relentlessly, advancing inch by inch until he was fully sheathed. The soul-deep thrill made him exhale a long, satisfied breath.

Daiqisi had been sure she couldn’t take any more, but being filled to the hilt didn’t kill her. Scorched by his heat, she felt boneless and int0xicated. When he began to move, she realized such plea$ure was possible.

Her time with her husband had been sweet, but Han Qianye, having injured his lung meridians in the Cold Pond, was never in robust health. Their intimacy was more spiritual, and physically, Han Qianye often lacked stamina.

Even so, those memories had been deeply int0xicating. But compared to the sensations now… the difference was beyond words.

A pang of guilt struck Daiqisi. She felt she was betraying her hu$band…

But her thoughts were soon shattered by Song Qingshu’s steady, powerful thru$ts. She could almost visualize her entrance being stretched wide by the monstrous member pistoning in and out. Each time he struck her deepest core, her entire b0dy went numb with a tingling, exquisite plea$ure. Her slender limbs unconsciously tightened around the m@n above her, her b0dy trembling uncontrollably.

Jolted into spasms of plea$ure, Daiqisi couldn’t help comparing him to her hu$band. Unlike Han Qianye’s straightforward approach, Song Qingshu’s movements held infinite variation, creating a complex whirl of sensations. She felt like a helpless plaything, her life and death entirely in his hands.

She had never experienced such strange, thrilling flavors. The hot, massive tool scraped inside her, making her w0mb tremble with delight. With each withdrawal, it felt as if her heart was being dragged out; with each thru$t, it was sent deep into her core, the mighty hammer threatening to knock her heart right up her throat.

She never knew her b0dy could produce so much fluid. Streams of springwater gushed from her jade gate, trickling down her legs, soaking the sheets…

Her arms unconsciously locked around Song Qingshu’s broad back, her b0dy convulsing. She bit her cherry lips, desperate to stifle the m0ans rising in her throat.

Noticing this, Song Qingshu laughed. “I’ve ordered the soldiers away from the tent. No one will hear you, even if you cry out.”

Daiqisi didn’t answer, merely shaking her head while biting her lip tighter.

Her devastatingly alluring appearance ignited a wild fervor in him. “I will make you $cream!” he vowed with a wicked grin. (G: man…)

He exerted all his skill, melting Daiqisi until her very bones felt liquid. Honey overflowed from her depths, making her jade thighs so slick they were difficult to grip. Yet, she still refused to vocalize her plea$ure.

Just as he considered using a special technique, he noticed a glistening tear track at the corner of her eye. An unexpected wave of tenderness washed over him. He could no longer bear to torment her. His movements became gentle and caring. He ki$$ed away her tear, then softly ki$$ed her cheeks and neck.

After a long while, Daiqisi began to emit soft, delicate m0ans. 

Song Qingshu heart leapt with joy, as if tasting the sweetest nectar.

Gazing at the m@n who wore her husband’s face, Daiqisi sighed softly, “Take off the mask. Since it’s come to this… why should I deceive myself any longer?”

Song Qingshu smiled and removed the mask, revealing his true features. 

Daiqisi reached up and gently touched his cheek, her eyes complex and unreadable.

Filled with tenderness, Song Qingshu leaned down to ki$$ her lips. Before, she had always turned away, refusing his ki$$. This time, after a moment’s hesitation, she didn’t evade him. She allowed his t0ngue to part her lips, pry open her teeth, and roam wildly within her m0uth. Eventually, she even shyly offered her own slick, small t0ngue for him to suckle.

Feeling her change, Song Qingshu’s thru$ts grew even more tender. 

Unconsciously, Daiqisi wrapped her legs around his wai$t again. Her slender, jade-white arms gently embraced his broad back. She subtly raised her h!ps, frequently meeting his thru$ts, allowing the giant turtle-head to knead her very core. Staring at the handsome man above her, a sudden, shocking thought arose: ‘How… how can I be feeling affection?’

But Song Qingshu’s firm, rhythmic p0unding left her no room to dwell on it. Her heart was soon filled with pure bliss, her mouth emitting a continuous stream of sweet sounds. Finally, she cried out without thinking, “Good younger brother… this elder sister loves you so much!”

The words stunned both her and Song Qingshu.

He quickly recovered, overjoyed. He held her close, lavishing her with affection. “Good elder sister, let your younger brother cherish you properly!” 

It was fitting; Daiqisi was indeed older than him.

Overwhelmed with shyness, Daiqisi buried herself in his embrace, murmuring, “I can’t… I can’t take it… I’m going to fall again…”

*****

The next day, when Ouyang Feng saw Daiqisi following behind Song Qingshu, he couldn’t resist teasing, “Congratulations, brother, on gaining another beautiful confidante.” With his sharp eyes, he easily noticed the springtime allure radiating from her.

Song Qingshu smiled proudly, pulling Daiqisi forward. “Come, pay your respects to Brother Feng.”

Daiqisi’s face flushed crimson. Proud by nature, being conquered by Song Qingshu was humiliation enough. Being teased by both men was more than her pride could bear. She stood there stiffly, unable to speak.

Ouyang Feng wasn’t bothered. He laughed heartily. “We’re all family now, sister-in-law, no need for shyness! When I first saw you in the Western Regions years ago, your peerless elegance even stirred this old blockhead’s heart. After more than a decade, you remain devastatingly beautiful, while I am nearing the end of my days.”

Being called “sister-in-law” repeatedly made Daiqisi’s cheeks burn. “I am not your sister-in-law,” she retorted instinctively.

Song Qingshu laughed. “Brother Feng, you may continue to address her as Madam Han.”

Ouyang Feng was momentarily startled, then understood. “You rascal… But you truly have skill. When I saw Madam Han again recently in the Jin capital palace, she was still beautiful, but a shadow of sorrow and gloom dimmed her former brilliance as the Purple-robed Dragon King. And yet, in just one night, you’ve made her radiate again! Impressive!”

As a man of the unorthodox paths, Ouyang Feng spoke without restraint, despite not being a womanizer himself. 

Daiqisi couldn’t withstand the teasing from these two rogues. Though a mature w0man, she blushed like a young girl and fled back into the tent.

The two men shared a knowing smile. 

After a moment, Ouyang Feng’s expression turned serious. “Brother Song, you know at my age and with my skills, I have few desires left. My only wish is revenge on Guo Jing and Huang Rong. They not only caused my Ke’er’s death but also drove me mad for over a decade. This vengeance I must have.”

“But Guo Jing’s martial arts are now on par with mine. Combined with my age and his prime, I might not defeat him. Moreover, their prestige is at its peak, backed by the Southern Song Dynasty. My strength alone is insufficient, which is why I initially sought patronage with the Prince of Hailing. Now that I follow you, brother, I ask only for your help in this matter.”

“What kind of assistance does Brother Feng seek?” Song Qingshu hesitated. “Huang Rong has shown me kindness before. If you seek their lives, I’m afraid I…”

Ouyang Feng shook his head. “I’ve known them for years. They aren’t afraid of death. Simply killing them wouldn’t even make them blink. How could that satisfy my hatred?”

“Then what is your intention?” Song Qingshu asked, puzzled.

Ouyang Feng gave him a meaningful look. “A crafty fellow like you must have guessed my plan.”

Song Qingshu felt his face grow warm. “I have some ideas, but I’m not certain.”

Ouyang Feng chuckled darkly. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. Weren’t they known as the perfect, loving couple, the legendary immortal companions? I want to tear them apart! Make Huang Rong remarry, and force Guo Jing to take another wife! Only by hurting them both simultaneously can I avenge my Keke.”

Song Qingshu was speechless. “Brother Feng, your plan is truly bold. I thought you only targeted Huang Rong; I didn’t expect you to aim for Guo Jing as well.”

Ouyang Feng looked pointedly at him. “Your talent for conquering w0men is peerless. The task of seducing Huang Rong naturally falls to you. Though I hate to admit it, you are young, handsome, peerless in martial arts, and wield immense power. You’re the perfect l0ver for any secluded young lady—or dissatisfied wife.”

“You flatter me, Brother Feng,” Song Qingshu said hastily, though his expression betrayed his lack of humility.

Ouyang Feng saw right through him. “If you succeed, Huang Rong might be heartbroken at first, but in time, she’d likely find happiness. That would be too lenient. That’s why Guo Jing must remarry. She must constantly remember her beloved husband f0ndling another w0man, tormenting her for the rest of her life.”

Song Qingshu stared, dumbfounded, before finally raising his thumb in acknowledgment. “Brother Feng, truly the ‘Western Poison’. Your plan is truly vicious!”

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