"You… you're bullying me," she whimpered, struggling weakly, a mixture of fear and embarrassment swirling within her. Her feeble resistance was nothing to Zong Jun. He ran a finger over the damp patch on her silk undergarment, the delicate texture beneath the thin fabric like a soft, dew-kissed petal.

"How could I bully you?" he chuckled, toying with her. "I'm simply going to pleasure you."

With a rip, he tore her undergarment, seemingly intentionally shredding the crotch, leaving her long legs bare except for the tattered remnants clinging to her thighs. Her delicate core, the tightly closed petals hinting at the pink bud within, quivered under his intense gaze. A tiny droplet of moisture welled up, glistening like morning dew.

Zong Jun thought to himself that such a delicate and alluring body could only belong to a Han woman. He wasn't known for his tenderness. He gently parted her folds with a finger, then glanced at his own engorged member. He knew his size would be too much for her; she would need to be prepared.

He lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. "Sweet Yaoyao," he whispered, "after I've tasted your br3asts, where do you think I should feast next?"

Yao Ji had a dreadful inkling of what he intended. Mortified, she bit her lip, refusing to answer. Unfazed, Zong Jun, knowing his young wife's shyness, continued, "It's your little tender bud. Remember that."

He pressed his lips against her, his tongue parting the delicate folds and delving within. The sensation sent shivers through Yao Ji's body. Moans escaped her lips, escalating with each flick of his tongue. "Ah… ah, no… strange… it's going in… mm ah… ah…"

He continued this intimate caress for a long while, until her delicate flesh was swollen and glistening, the narrow entrance now slightly open, like a tiny mouth begging to be fed.

Zong Jun got out of bed, gently lifting Yao Ji and propping her upper body against a soft pillow. He returned with a small silver vial, pouring the clear liquid within.

"…What is that?" Yao Ji, too weak to resist, watched as he smeared the excess liquid onto his sh4ft. Fear mingled with a strange, hesitant anticipation. She finally saw the monstrous thing between his legs, a thick, purplish-black sh4ft, almost as thick as her forearm, rising from a nest of dark hair. The large, egg-shaped tip glistened, throbbing with excitement. Good heavens, was that the size of a mortal man's? She would be torn apart.

The thought sent her shrinking back, only to be caught by the ankle and pulled towards his groin. He pressed the tip against her entrance. "This," Zong Jun said, spreading her folds with two fingers, "will help your little bud accommodate my big c0ck. How does it feel? Warm inside?"

The liquid began to take effect. Yao Ji writhed, a soft moan escaping her lips. Already arovsed, the now intense heat within her core sent her toes curling. She felt the burning head pushing against her entrance. Despite her fear, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Ah, mm ah… so full… Zong Jun, ah, too full…" The sh4ft was impossibly thick. Even with the lubricating potion, it was difficult to push inside. Only half of it had entered, and already she felt stretched beyond her limit. Her sensitive body, experiencing this for the first time, felt little pain, only the overwhelming fullness. Despite Zong Jun's soothing words and her own efforts to accommodate him, a significant portion of his length remained outside.