Chapter 4 - The Mother 2 (H)

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Feng’er was frozen on the spot as she looked at the spring palace. She seemed like a wooden chick. 1 It wasn’t until she heard her mother’s yell that she responded in daze, “Hello, Lord uncle.” 2

This man was Lord Cheng Yanhui, an old patron of her mother. How old is he? Feng’er had known this Lord uncle ever since she can remember.

Having heard her sweet greeting, the man became even more embarrassed to speak. He dared not move, because his bare bottom and naked bird was still hiding in the little girl’s mother’s wet nest. Like two people, a black one and a white body, overlapping like a pair of Tai Chi. To get out just like this, wouldn’t it be—

He didn’t know what to do. But Run Niang decided for him with a push of her feet, and with a “plop,” their connection disengaged. Her milky white body shined with sweat, while his dark penis stained with turbid liquid was pulled out from Run Niang’s flower hole. Semen mixed with her water dribbled out of her flower that couldn’t be closed. It trickled down to the edge of the center table, like silver silk, down to the ground. Never mind Cheng Yanhui’s body that was still naked, even his meat stick that was standing upright still had a string of water dangling from its penis eye.

Cheng Yanhui sighed. He was afraid to let the child see this. He dreaded what to do in this situation.

Run Niang, who was about to regain her clarity, was again struck with lust as the exit of the meat made her cry out again. She saw Feng’er still clutched on the open door so she yelled at her, “Silly girl, you didn’t close the door. Your mother is not cheap enough to perform with an open door!”

Feng’er realized that she had forgotten to close the door and so hurriedly closed it. Cheng Yanhui took this opportunity to turn around and look for something that could cover his body. Even if his body was blocked by her mother, it wasn’t easy to walk with a dangling bird in front of a girl he had watched grow up from since she was a child.

“What is my lady shouting at my baby? The child had just experienced a life changing event, and she doesn’t know how to deal with it. At this time, if she didn’t find her mother, what is the use of a mother for?” Cheng Yunhui was so harried while he put on his underpants. 3 His words, however, were very serious, like a father protecting his calf.

Cheng Yanhui was rich. He had a wife and two concubines, and sired four sons. He wanted to have another girl but it never happened. Ever since he became Run Niang’s patron, he gradually treated Feng’er as his daughter. He would give her every New Year’s Eve’s purse, and send her clothes and snacks every weekend. And because he knew Feng’er liked to read but could not read many characters, he went everywhere to search for illustrations to give her. One year, during the Lantern Festival, he even took Run Niang and her daughter to go shopping in the lantern market which caused his Grandmother at home to complain.

Run Niang grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the stickiness under her body. Feng’er obediently took the brocade robe in Yanhui’s hand and put it on her mother.

Run Niang’s bones had gone soft 4 as she lied in a languid pose and called for her maidservant Yumei. 5 A thin and small girl not much older than Feng’er gently pushed open the door, carried a basin rag over, and cleaned up the muddy liquid spilled on the food and on the floor. From the food box next to her, she brought out dishes and delicacies.

Run Niang beckoned Feng’er to move over and the little one nested in her arms. She held her mother’s hand over her abdomen and said in a spoiled voice, “Mother, why does my stomach hurt so much when my menarche came?”

The lust on Run Niang’s eye had already subsided and was replaced by eyes of spring water full of love. She held her daughter in her arms, slowly rubbed her stomach, and whispered to her, “You must remember that from this day on,you can’t eat cold foods a few days before the next month’s day comes. And oh, it’s not feasible to run around, you also can’t bathe, 6 and then…”

On the side, Cheng Yanhui confirmed that she had said everything that’s needed, and opened his mouth to interrupt. “Madam, 7 shouldn’t you be telling this later after you’ve dealt with her monthly affair first?” After he said that, he moved over and sat down. He picked up a vegetable and fed them to Run Niang, then to Feng’er in her arms. One big and one small.

“Right. Hahaha, your uncle is more thoughtful than your mother. Yumei!” While Run Niang happily ate the crispy meat fed by Cheng Yanhui, Yumei had already found a small cloth bag and presented it to her. “Yumei will teach you how to use it so follow after her first. You can come back to your mother later. Go.”

Feng’er still had a lot of questions to ask, but as she looked at her half naked, still leaking mother and the topless Cheng Yanhui, she couldn’t help but feel that she shouldn’t be here so she got up and left with Yumei.

Cheng Yanhui stared at Feng’er’s drifting back, at her slim waist and perky buttocks that made her trousers full. Earlier, when she snuggled in her mother’s arms, the collar of her messy clothes loosened, and the shape of her two little white rabbits loomed. He suddenly realized that the little girl who used to sit on his lap had gradually grown up. Although her face was not similar to that of Run Niang, he could still see the possibility of clamour in the city when he thought of the future once she’s sold in the Garden. A strange pleasure instantly arose at the thought.

A hand suddenly grabbed hold of the little Yanhui who had just taken a breather, then a soft and breathy whisper floated to his ear, “This old undying cock always clamoured to take Feng’er as his daughter. Then why look at his girl and the stick stood up? Is it possible that this old lady had been fucked enough so you want to change your tastes?”

Cheng Yanhui recovered his mind and reached out his hands. One hand kneaded her tender breast, while the other hand lifted her robe and poked into her crotch. The flower that had been watered since last night was still drenched, he could easily insert his two fingers. After years of being together, he was more than familiar with every sensitive nerve in her flower. Coupled with her sour words filled with vinegar, he pumped and buckled his hand in that winkle in her flower path a few times, pressing on it so hard that it sent Run Niang gasping. The turbid semen that hadn’t leaked was squeezed out and Cheng Yanhui’s rough palm was filled with it.

Cheng Yanhui rubbed his whole plam, filled with this white turbid liquid, close to her flower hole. The root of his palm pressed into her flower hole and chrysanthemum, and with that one slide, Run Niang’s lower body began a new round of muddy flow. Even the robe underneath her became slimy and wet.

He looked at the woman groaning and twitching in his arms. Her eyes were closed, eyelashes still trembling with her cheeks flushed, and her peach-like mouth slightly open while soul stirring moans flowed out.

He lowered his head and took a bite of those peach lips, pulled out his thrusting fingers inside her flower path and with one step closer, poked his trembling meat stick straight into her dripping flower cave.

“My wife had just eaten a few crispy meat, perhaps now she has the strength to let husband have a good time?”

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Eastern W. [Translator]

A witch with a broken broom who’s struggling to fill her empty cauldron. I love reading and sour food too much for my own good.

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Wooden chick (木雞): chicken or fowl/prostitute. (slang) This is also a pun taken on her name Feng (鳳): phoenix. Basically, it means that the phoenix had become a wooden chick because she became silly. Lord (員外): landlord (old usage). Underpants (亵裤): the ancient Chinese call it dirty pants. They are worn inside like underwear, and the word ‘dirty’ means, it’s obscene to show it to others. Example of Tang Dynasty underpants:

Bone had gone soft (骨頭酥軟): limped body. Yumei (玉玫): Fine jade. Can’t take a bath on period (Myth) : If you take a bath with hot water while on your period, you will have a heavy flow which will be bad.

T/N: You can definitely take a bath, while hot water can indeed help stimulate blood flow, this can actually help relieve menstrual cramps and ease muscular tension. Madam (娘子): form of address for one’s wife / polite form of address for a woman.