Stiff and traditional x repressed, delicious little stepmother bottom x shameless, dirty-talking stepson top
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Qin Lian became a male concubine at fifteen, sent to bring good fortune to the old master of the Wu family.
He didn't learn how exquisite pleasure could be until he was twenty-eight, the day he became a widower.
The coffin bearers arrived. With the Wu household in decline, they had no choice but to send the beautiful widowed male concubine out to entertain them, like a white lamb wandering into a den of wolves.
The man in the lead wore a sleeveless shirt. His brows were high, his eyes deep, and his muscles rose like a range of mountains. Up close, he was like a blacksmith's furnace.
Eighteen silver dollars hit the ground, and Qin Lian's foot was seized.
He was dragged behind the screen at the back of the mourning hall.
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The funeral rites continued as they waited for the old master's only son to return from studying abroad and take charge.
By day, Qin Lian recited sutras for the master in the mourning hall. At night, in his room, he became a bridegroom.
The burly man he'd seen that day pinned him against the door. Hearing the servants whisper outside, Qin Lian bit his lip and did shameful things.
"Just look at the old master Wu. What good is having a son..."
"That's right. His son never comes home, so in the end it's the male concubine who has to keep things running."
"Who'd have thought Madam Qinglian would be so devoted?"
"Mmph!"
Qin Lian shuddered as the man behind him pressed close, radiating heat.
"Come on, sweetheart, be louder."
"Am I making you feel good?"
"Take it deeper, keep it in your mouth. Tomorrow, you'll go recite sutras for your master, all right?"
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Later, their trysts grew more and more unrestrained.
Sometimes Qin Lian was so thoroughly worn out that he couldn't get out of bed the next day. When he went out to meet people, he had to cover himself from head to toe.
After another night together, Qin Lian woke to find the Wu household in an uproar, with drums and gongs sounding outside.
He hurried to get up. A servant came to greet him, shouting that the eldest young master had returned.
A refined man in a suit and glasses approached and gave him a faint smile.
The lower half of the underpants he'd taken off yesterday was still caught at the man's waist.
"Little Mom."
"Long time no see."
*A guilty-pleasure story, with all kinds of secret trysts ^ω^
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Theme: Never give up, and fight for a perfect ending
