Chapter 9 - Physical Examination 1 (H)

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It was the first time Feng’er had had such a dream. In the dream, the scene of her mother and Uncle Yanhui’s spring palace 1 recurred, but it changed to herself and Brother Jin.

She sat on the food table with her legs split, and just like her mother, her legs were hooked on Brother Jin’s waist. Her flower cradled his male root and his tufts of hair kept on rubbing on her flower mound every time they met. She looked down and saw that there was a pale pink, button-like, fleshy bead. She found it very cute, so she couldn’t help but reach out to touch it, and the most refreshing feeling instantly filled her.

Due to this, Brother Jin’s root was suddenly clamped down hard. He bowed his head to pry open those two plump, bright-red lips and two rows of glutinous rice 2 teeth. He sucked hard on the flexible tongue in her mouth, as if eager to even devour her breath with each slurping suck.

Feng’er only felt that her lower body suddenly become so achingly deep and empty. Brother Jin’s fiery stick couldn’t simply reach her aching depths so her flower hole desperately sucked on it, wanting to make it go deeper.

“Feng’er wants me to go deeper?”

“Yes! More, much deeper. Fill me up, I feel so hollow inside. Poke it into me deeper.”

Brother Jin carried her and put her on the bed. He knelt down on her lower body which gave him a clear view of her spring field. 3 But rather than feeling shame, excitement bubbled up in her heart, as if it was her long desired reward she’d been waiting for.

Before she could scream as the huge, hot root inserted into her flower, a clear and calm voice rang in her ears, “Coquettish little thing, how daring of you to actually let someone fuck you in your dream…”

She turned her head and looked at the upright person behind her. This person possesses such fair as the moon complexion, the tip of his nose was sharp, while the corners of his mouth bear no sign of emotion at all.

“Young Master… Ahhh…”

The climax in the dream awakened Feng’er. When she sobered up, an inexplicable ominous premonition arose inside her, and when she opened her quilt, she saw that a pool of blood mixed with her lewd water had stained her bedding.

“You shouldn’t think about such things in the coming months,” 4 She berated herself, although having a spring dream felt good, it’s really troublesome to clean the dirty bedsheet.

Five days later, she went to the Guanju Hall to meet the Young Master.

When she got up this morning, she suddenly wanted to take a bath for no rhyme or reason. She wasn’t able to eat because stayed in the bathtub long enough till she felt dizzy due to the accumulated heat. It was Brother Jin who noticed and came over to call her attention, only to fish her out of the tub like a dead fish.

“I was seen by you…” Even though all he had touched so far was her flower, it was another matter altogether.

Brother Jin wiped her drenched hair with a cotton cloth and said, “I only saw a drowned chicken 5 who is about to drink her own bath water.”

How could’ve you not seen it? If you don’t want to admit it, then don’t.

Now standing neat and tidy at the gate of Guanju Hall, Feng’er suddenly has no courage to knock on the door. The image of the cyan figure and the gentleman in white perched on the railing, together with the brutal man who inserted his root into the boy’s mouth overlapped in her mind. How could a man have so many facets, she simply couldn’t refer to him as the same person.

Feng’er was still hesitating at the door when she suddenly heard a clear voice coming from the inside, “What are you doing? Come in.”

Feng’er pushed open the door and entered, but there was no one in sight even after fluttering left and right. She then saw a shadow in one side of the room and walked over.

Sure enough, there was a fair beauty in the room who was currently wiping down a chair with a strange shape.

It can be said to be a reclining chair, but it had enough angle to lean on. There were also four armrests in its four corners which can’t be called armrests at all. It’s more appropriate to call it a handle. She had never seen anything like it before, and there’s no such furniture in Run Niang’s room either.

“Take it off.”

It was spoken in such a flat tone, there was no emotion but simply a command.

“Huh?” Feng’er wasn’t able to react.

“Strip off and come here.” Young Master said as he slowly sat down on the normal chair beside that weird seat while playing with a jade stick in his hands. When he saw her still unmoving, he ordered again, “Disrobe and come closer. Didn’t Run Niang tell you that your body will need to be examined first?”

She never said it! She didn’t know what her mother was busying herself with these days, but she has never seen a glimpse of her ever since then. She didn’t even pass a word to her. If it hadn’t been for Brother Jin reminding her of the things needed to be taken notice of, Feng’er would’ve been more nervous today.

I need to get used to being naked in the future anyway, Feng’er coaxed herself while taking off all her clothes.

Sunlight that seeped through the carved hollows of the door panels in the room sprinkled and refracted on top of the pale and firm skin of a budding girl’s soft body.

A pair of small milk that has yet to bud with two small red beans that trembled to attention, lay on the top. A flat and firm abdomen with two attractive sleek lines that stretch out on both of her sides, an inviting slender navel that winked at every breath as if luring you to give those cherry lips a lick, and further down was her plump mound.

That light brown fluff obediently clung and curls slightly towards the center of that triangular soft flesh, as if trying hard to cover the spring field between her legs. As Feng’er stood with the backlight, a ray of naughty sunlight shimmered between her legs, and blocked by that fluff and sleek muscles, it gathered into a halo on that mysterious and alluring area.

The halo seemed as if it was shining with water. Young Master blinked his eyes, seemingly dazzled at what he saw. He got up and moved closer to Feng’er, who only reached his chest. He bowed his head and sniffed deeply at her neck and shoulder.

Feng’er didn’t know what he was doing, so she raised her head to ask, but accidentally brushed her cheek on the tip of Young Master’s nose. The tip of his nose was slightly cool but her face instantly became hot.

He inhaled deeply around her slender, white neck and opened those thin lips of his to speak near her ear, “Your body smelled very clean, but there’s no fragrance. I will give you medicinal herbs that must be put into your bath, make sure to smoke 6 it everyday in the future.”

He lifted her arm and gently tickled her armpit, “Is it itchy?”

Feng’er shook her head. She didn’t have an ounce of a ticklish part in her body, the same can be said even to her feet. According to Run Niang, it was the best material for a prostitute. Because a ticklish body would entail leaving many areas untouchable so as to avoid affecting the mood during the act, making it unsuitable in this line of business.

A pair of cold hands caressed her buttocks and stroked it in circles. Then it suddenly squeezed hard and Feng’er couldn’t help but utter a soft cry of pain.

“It’s smooth and tender but not firm enough. You will need to do 200 squats down at the doorstep everyday.”

As soon as those words fell on her ears, his hand patted her thigh and continued his assessment. “There is too little meat here, but it’s tight enough. Lift your leg.”

Feng’er was like a puppet in a spell. She followed his order and raised her leg. Young Master held her little white foot and kneaded it in the palm of his hands. He stroked her slender ankle and checked her calf for the leg socket.

“I’ve thought only those beautiful eyes are perfect, but never would I expect that both legs are fleshy but not bloated, slender yet not skinny, while the ankles are like the newly sprouted bamboo. Hmm… not bad…”

Young Master commented on Feng’er’s body as if giving a review on a dish, or on a set of clothing. He didn’t even bother to add the word “you,” which made her unhappy. When he straightened up to face her, she blurted out in impulse, “Young Master seems as if examining an animal. Why even the need for such physical examination for prostitutes?”

“How do you want me to look then?” She was astounded when the Young Master asked, but could only inwardly grumble, what should I reply to that? Look at my flower? As if I can say that!

“You can’t wait?” A cold voice devoid of emotion said.

Then her lower body was suddenly covered by a cold hand, it gently kneaded on her flower petals 7 then suddenly pressed hard on it.

This press directly caused Feng’er’s body to shudder all over. Her calves softened while her body swayed and she couldn’t help but lean on Young Master’s body. Her lower body instantly reacted to the sudden stimulation and a slippery liquid burst out gleefully.

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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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Spring palace : live sexual intercourse. Glutinous rice : sweet and cute. Spring field : pussy. Coming months: It denotes two things: the duration/time and her monthly affair. Menstruation is also called monthly affairs. She said this, not just to berate her for fantasizing, but also to caution her not to think dirty whenever her menstruation comes in the future. Drowned chicken (落湯鶏): 1) It came from the story of a chicken that fell into the water, and ended up looking miserable. 2.) It’s also a pun on her name: Feng- Phoenix. 3) It can be attributed to the idiom, ‘drowned rat’: used to describe a person who is very wet and miserable. Smoke : smoke by incense. Flower petals : Labias