Chapter 1 - Feng'er

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Chapter 1- Feng’er

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A daughter of a prostitute, Feng’er knew of her origin ever since she could remember.

The place where she lives is called Butterfly Garden, the largest brothel in the Dayue Dynasty.

Feng’er had felt nothing wrong. Her mother, the most beautiful woman in this garden, once said to her that Butterfly Garden is the most indulgent place in the world. Indulgence means happiness, and happiness is good.

When she was a child, Little Feng’er easily accepted this setting. In her eyes, the people living here were all good-looking, and the people who came here wore gorgeous dresses and brocade hats. She never lacked clothes. She heard that many children outside had trouble eating meat, they even got hungry, but she never felt that eating meat was difficult to achieve. As for being hungry, hehe, it was a rare feeling.

When she got older, Feng’er occasionally had some doubts about her mother’s words. After all, the word “prostitute” doesn’t sound good, and the children outside often made fun of her with the word “father”. Red-light district children are all precocious. She feels that if she doesn’t have a thing like a “father”, then it doesn’t belong to her, and it’s the same without having one. Feng’er doesn’t like to argue and simply doesn’t play with the kids outside. In any case, there were many children of the same age inside Butterfly Garden. The girl was content and her days continued to be spent happily.

Up until her mother decided to sell her first night, she just listened to the arrangements. At that time, she firmly believed that people cannot choose their origins. How one lives should be left to fate. She had also seen those girls who were struggling to make a living while paying off debts or the children who have been picked up. In the end, she had been bidden for thirteen times.

The eighth day of April, in the 17th year of the Dayue Dynasty, was Buddha’s birthday, and it coincided with Feng’er’s fourteenth birthday. With the help of the Buddha, Feng’er can eat a variety of fresh fruits and delicious snacks every year. Brother Jin, who is in charge of running errands and buying things, has a good relationship with her, and will always quietly share some of the tribute fruits that he bought, giving it to her in a place where no one can see.

The little girl is greedy. Once she saw the fresh fruits, she would rush over, grab a big peach with her small hands, and eat like a little monkey. The juice would spill over her pink lips, slip from the corner of her mouth, and crawl over her small white chin, tickling her collarbone that protrudes from her neckline.

Brother Jin wished he was the peach juice winding down Feng’er’s neck, slipping into the tender white slip of her chest. The teenager sighed in his heart. This little lass had really changed her appearance overnight. Two years ago, when she went to the pond to catch fish and prawns, she was dry and skinny like a sheep and scorpion. This year, her chest had developed, just like two small jujube 1 steamed buns were placed inside her chest, and her buttocks were like trousers storing wind. The top of her dangling trousers bears a round shape, like two lumps of soft white noodles fermented in a tub.

Brother Jin wanted to squeeze those two lumps of dough countless times but endured it for fear that he would be caught and paddled.

He was shocked as a dripping little white hand gave him half a peach.

“Brother Jin, this peach is so sweet. You try it too!”

A teacher who has known all beauties of the world once saw Feng’er’s eyes, and he praised it as “the world’s most beautiful pair without equal”. At this moment, those eyes are staring at him with a smile.

Her phoenix’s eyes are alight, beguiling like a fox demon. With fluffy eyelashes half-covering the surging autumn water within like a glass cup broken in the night, it depicted a full refraction that sparkled under the moonlight. When she’s not smiling, it is as clear as a high mountain-top’s lake, but when she smiles, it’s like a galaxy in the summer night. If it didn’t take your soul, then it would make you want to offer your heart out.

Brother Jin’s soul has already flown out.

Feng’er was stunned when she saw him stupefied. She smiled and sent the half of the peach to his mouth. The young man didn’t know which of his tendons had made the mistake, because as he bent down and lowered his head, what he took for a mouthful was Feng’er’s upturned index finger.

Feng’er’s was dazed by the skillful lips and tongue that naughtily wrapped around her index finger. It was warm, wet, and soft. It whirled around her whole finger, sucking and puffing tightly. The peach juice on her index finger was swept clean, but it was still repeating this set of actions seemingly endlessly. She looked down at the up and down movements of Brother Jin’s head as he raised his eyes from time to time. She felt that the scene in front of her was like… like that one afternoon she happened to see the boys doing during their training. But the difference was that it was the male root of their teacher that was in their mouths.

That was the first time Feng’er saw a man’s thing. Not to mention the root’s thickness was about the same size as to that of a black eggplant, the little boy on his knees was even opening his mouth vigorously. She couldn’t see the teacher’s expression clearly, she could only see as he pushed the giant object in his crotch forward into the boy’s mouth without needing to see whether the boy’s cheeks would be bulging or not. “Could it be possible that the small guy can really swallow such a big root in his throat?” Feng’er was curious at that time but thought it was no fun, so she turned around and slid away. She didn’t want to be caught and beaten.

Although Butterfly Garden is an establishment engaged in meat business, it is extremely protective of little girls. They will never let them come into contact with the love affairs of men and women until their coming of age. Their residence is far away from the main courtyard where lewd conversations can be heard. The little girls only knew that the girls in the garden would go and perform cloud and rain 2 with men every day but they didn’t know what kind of play it was. Some of them were curious and brave enough to sneak out to take a peek but were immediately caught by the nanny. They came back after being taught by the teacher’s plank.

So Feng’er has lived in a brothel for 14 years but had never seen the legendary penis except for the little boy who had no hairy bird. She could not understand how that thing can make people want to die. Isn’t it just a meat stick?

The soft and damp feeling coming from her fingertips pulled Feng’er’s thought from running further beyond. She still maintained the posture of holding the peach while Brother Jin’s tongue flicked up and down on her fingertips, and from time to time, he would put it in his mouth to suck hard.

It doesn’t matter if he sucks, but Feng’er felt that her lower abdomen would contract with the frequency of Brother Jin’s sucking, along with a rush of heat that spreads to and softens her legs. She gently gasps, her breathing becoming erratic as if she had run a few flights of stairs without respite. She thought it was about time she should withdraw that unfortunate finger, maybe it could take away the beautiful scenes she had seen that day. However, a bite from her fingertips prevented her as it instead made her buttocks tighten that caused her to clamp her thighs.

“Ah…”

A soft groan came out uncontrollably. Feng’er exclaimed in her heart. Between her legs, it seems… no, it was certain, an unknown sticky liquid is pouring out of her body!

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Eastern W. [Translator]

A witch with a broken broom who’s struggling to fill her empty cauldron and have too much love for reading and sour foods.

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Footnotes:

Jujube: red dates. Cloud and rain means sex. They mainly used this, as the word “sex” is taboo during ancient China. The saying of “雲雨” (trad. ) or “云雨” (simp.) = (direct translation: cloud and rain) is from a poem by Song Yu “宋玉,” in which a mortal king met a beautiful goddess in a mountain. That goddess introduced herself as the Cloud during daytime and become Rain at night. She is probably a goddess of cloud and rain. “旦为朝云，暮为行雨” The poem describes the king falling in love with her (and they have sex).