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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Mr. Fou and the price of innocence (M/F) by Henrik Larsen
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Even though it is a repost, comments are very welcome. You can reach me 
either through assd or by e-mail at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their 
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant 
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.




(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 1999




Mr Fou and the price of innocence.

Life in rural, Chinese towns and villages has remained much the same over 
the centuries.

Emperors came and went, but things didn't change much for the common man.

The Chinese are a patient and calm people and life simply went on as it 
always had. This story could have taken place 400 years ago, or it could be 
70 years ago, who knows.

The setting is a small town in the south of China.

Lim Choi and his wife were so happy when she finally got pregnant. They had 
given up hope of ever having a child, but suddenly their dream came true. 
Lim Choi was a tailor and a good one he was, too. They were so happy but 
happiness is transient and, when little Shin was born, her mother not only 
gave her life, she sacrificed her own life to give birth to Shin.

Lim Choi was in great despair but the little child gave him a reason for go 
on, and he took it upon himself to raise and care for the child, even though 
the normal thing to do would have been to let the child's grandparents raise 
it, but
Lim Choi was a very loving and caring man. The child was the only thing he 
had left to live for and the only living memory of her mother.

Shin grew up to be a very beautiful child, just like her mother had been. 
She was a happy and lively child and whenever Lim Choi was sad or when times 
were tough, he only needed to look at his daughter and all the dark thoughts 
would disappear.

The years passed and Shin grew more and more beautiful. At thirteen, she was 
beginning to grow into a little woman. She was a sight to behold. Her face 
and figure were so fine and delicate that everybody that saw her thought she 
was of noble birth. Her eyes were big and smiling, her nose so little and 
fine, and her lips were full, although her mouth small. She normally had her 
long, black hair in a plait down her back, almost long enough to reach the 
small of her back. She only stood five feet tall and weighed 80 pounds. Her 
father was proud of her and it warmed his heart every time he looked at her. 
And she was very bright; at the age of five, she could help her father 
calculate the amount of cloth needed for a dress or a suit.

Her maternal grandmother was a wise old woman and whenever Shin had the time 
and opportunity, her grandmother would teach her about healing herbs and 
magic potions. Since Shin was getting close to the age where she was to 
marry, her grandmother also thought her about the duties of a good wife.

Shin herself had also noticed the changes in her body. The physical changes 
were obvious, but she had also felt other changes. When she washed herself, 
she felt a strange new feeling whenever she touched her breasts and her most 
personal parts between her legs. When she touched her breasts it gave her a 
tingling feeling between her legs, which intensified when she touched a 
special spot in her secret garden. Even if she had not washed herself down 
there, it would be wet. The first time it happened, Shin got very 
embarrassed, because she thought she had wet herself, but she soon learned 
it was something different.

She had listen when her grandmother told her about the things a wife must do 
for her husband, and with the new knowledge about her body she had tried to 
explore herself a little more in the evening when she lay in her bed. She 
had only done it a couple of times. It felt good, but she was not sure it 
was something a good girl, like herself, was not supposed to do.

The first time she had only rubbed her fingers over her breasts. The small 
peas on top of her breasts had become hard like when it was cold and she was 
shivering. But they had not hurt like they would do if they were hard from 
the cold.

She concentrated more on the small peas and when she took them between her 
fingers and squeezed them a little, A strange tingle began between her legs. 
Her thighs had involuntarily rubbed together and her breathing had become 
faster.
She had curled up her blanket and put it between her thighs. It had felt so 
good and she had thought about what her grandmother had told her about how 
the husband would lie between the wife's legs and use his planting stick to 
cultivate his wife's garden. Shin had fallen asleep with the blanket between 
her thighs. Her sleep had been uneasy and when she woke up, there was a damp 
spot on the blanket.

She restrained herself from doing it again for some time, but as any child 
she was curious. One evening as she undressed to go to bed, she rubbed her 
hands over her breasts before she to put on her nightshirt. Her breasts were 
aching a little because they were growing and it felt good when she pressed 
them against her chest. It was a warm evening and as she stood naked in 
front of her bed and squeezed her sore breasts, she felt an itching between 
her legs. Without thinking about it, she scratched the soft patch of fine 
hairs just over her secret garden. Her hand drifted lower and suddenly it 
touched the very sensitive spot between the puffy folds. Shin felt her knees 
go weak and a wonderful sensation spread from the tender spot.

Gasping at the powerful sensation, she sat down on the bed. It was unlike 
anything she had felt before and she was surprised by the strong feelings 
the light touch had caused. Curiously, she spread her legs and looked down 
at the origin of this powerful sensation. Spreading the puffy folds between 
her legs she saw a tiny nubbin, not unlike a pearl in an oyster. 
Tentatively, she put her finger on it again. Oh, the sensation it caused. It 
was so wonderful.

She tried to rub it a little, but it was too dry and too sensitive. She held 
her finger on it and pressed down rhythmically and it much better. Her 
fingers drifted lower and she felt the moisture coming out from the tiny 
well under the pearl. Her finger was coated with the fluid and when she 
brought it back to the pearl it felt even better. She could rub it gently. 
The intoxicating waves of pleasure that spread from the little pearl made 
her forget all about what good girls are supposed to do and not to do. She 
touched and rubbed the little pearl for a long time, until she began to feel 
sore. She still felt she missed something, but what she had found was so 
wonderful that she didn't think more about it. It was difficult to fall 
asleep that evening. Hundreds of thoughts and fantasies clouded her mind and 
her hand kept drifting to her newly found treasure.

When she woke in the morning, still naked, the centre of her pleasure was 
swollen and sore. She feared it was the punishment for her improper 
behaviour.
All day she felt a throbbing heat emanating from between her legs. It made 
it difficult for her to walk properly and she could not concentrate at all. 
She vowed to herself that she would never to do it again.

But after a few days, when the discomfort was gone, she felt the urge to 
touch herself again. At first, she tried to ignore it, but as she lay in her 
bed, sleepy and relaxed, her hand just found it's way all on it's own. 
Before she knew what had happened, she found herself in a daze of pleasure. 
It took all her willpower and a long time to tear her hand away and go to 
sleep.

That night she dreamt about Liau, but in a different way than before. Liau 
and Shin had known each other since they were small children. Liau was the 
son of the blacksmith. Lately, Shin had felt a nice, warm feeling whenever 
Liau touched her and this night she dreamt about him holding her tight. She 
even dreamt about some of the things her grandmother had told her about, 
things a man and his wife do.

When they were younger there had been no doubt in their minds that they were 
going to be man and wife when they grew up, but as time passed and they grew 
older, they had to realise that it was never going to happen.

Being a tailor, even a very good tailor, didn't make a man rich. If Shin 
were to marry, her father would have to come up with a dowry and he was not 
likely to be able to pay a dowry of the size needed for Shin to marry Liau. 
It didn't change the feelings Liau and Shin had towards each other, but they 
had to accept what their parents decided for them and they both knew it 
would not be a marriage between the two of them.

Bad luck had fallen on Lim Choi and forced him to borrow money from Mr Fou, 
and even though Lim Choi was a hard working man, and even though his 
daughter helped him, he had the greatest difficulties paying back Mr Fou. 
The interest on the loan was high, higher than he first had thought, and Lim 
Choi was not able to pay on time. One late evening, Mr Fou came around to 
Lim Choi's workshop. Shin had already been sent to bed, but her father 
continued to work.

'Lim Choi. You still owe me money that you should have paid two month ago. 
You will have to pay me soon, or I will have you sent to jail.'

'Kind Mr Fou. I have no money. I promise you, I will pay you as soon as I 
can. But please do not send me to prison. My daughter only has me to support 
her. Have mercy, if not on me than at least on my daughter.'

'Very well, I will give you another month. Not for your sake, but for your 
daughter's. But remember that you have signed for the loan and taken the 
money.'

'Thank you, oh kind Mr Fou. I am sure fate will be kind to you.'

Mr Fou left and Lim Choi went back to work. But through the thin walls, 
little
Shin had heard the conversation and she was disturbed by what she had heard, 
but she could not let it show. One should never pay any attention to words 
that were not meant for your ears, and Shin soon forgot the words she had 
heard. Life went on as usual. Lim Choi worked and Shin helped her father as 
much as she could.

Another month went by. Despite all the hard work, Lim Choi still did not 
have all the money he owed Mr Fou. The interest had added to the original 
amount and
Lim Choi feared he would have to go to prison. There was no way he would be 
able to earn enough to pay both the loan and the interest. Anxiously, he 
awaited Mr Fou's visit.

After his first visit to Lim Choi's workshop, and the conversation he had 
had with Lim Choi, Mr Fou had thought a lot about little Shin. It would be a 
pity if she ended up in an orphanage. Her grandparents were too old and poor 
to take care of her without Lim Choi to earn what money he could to support 
his daughter. She was a precious little gem, Mr Fou thought. He was alone, 
never married. He had never had the time and a wife was expensive, children 
even more so. Still, he had the desires of the all men and his desires grew 
when he looked at Shin walking down the street. Such a beautiful young girl 
she was. And yet no man had ever touched her.

The more Mr Fou thought about Shin, the more he desired her. In his mind a 
plan slowly formed; a plan to get the object of his desire. He knew Lim Choi 
would never be able to pay. To make sure he convinced a couple of his rich 
friends, who had commissioned new clothes at Lim Choi, to delay their 
payment. He knew that Lim Choi would never dare to ask his rich customers 
for the money at the risk insulting them. This way his plan was sure to work 
out.

After a month had passed, Mr Fou again visited Lim Choi's workshop late one 
evening. Lim Choi begged for his daughter and asked for another month 
postponement, but Mr Fou was adamant in his decision. Lim Choi would have to 
pay, one way or the other. Lim Choi begged and pleaded to have another 
month.
Some customers had not paid on time and he was sure he would have the money 
soon, but Mr Fou would hear nothing of it.

Shin had awoken to the sound of the two men speaking and she immediately 
knew what it was about when she heard Mr Fou's creaky voice, and although 
she knew she was not supposed to, she could help but listen to the 
conversation.

'Please, kind and generous Mr Fou. Please allow me another month.'

'You said the same last month and the month before that. How am I ever going 
to get food on my table and fire in my stove, if people never pay? Do you 
want an old man to die of hunger and cold?'

'Oh no, kind Mr Fou. But I am sure you still have a little money, even if 
you let me postpone the payment of my debt for another month. I have given 
you half the amount and I am only asking for a little relief until my 
customers pay.'

'Oohh men like you beggar me. You will at least have to bring me some kind 
of compensation for letting you wait for my money this way.'

'I can make you a fine suit, kind Mr Fou.'

'No. You will not earn any money while you sew it for me. No, you will have 
to give me something else. I suggest you give me your daughter to come and 
entertain me. She will make up for the lack of fire in my stove. She will 
heat my bed and my body.'

'Oh no. You can not ask such sacrifice from me. She is all I have. She is 
young and innocent. Ask anything but that, kind Mr Fou.'

'I will not ask for anything else. I will give you until tomorrow to decide 
whether you will pay me my money, go to prison or give me your daughters 
innocence.'

Mr Fou left the despairing Lim Choi, but Shin had been listening and 
somehow, from the things her grandma had told her, she knew what Mr Fou 
wanted. It was something that she could only give once. Her father would not 
have a chance in this world or the next to pay his debt to Mr Fou tomorrow. 
No matter what happened, Shin could not bear the thought of her beloved 
father going to prison. She would have to sacrifice her innocence to Mr Fou, 
but she knew her father would never let her visit Mr Fou. Just as she didn't 
want to see him in prison, he would not want her to give her innocence to Mr 
Fou. Shin fell restlessly asleep, thinking about how she could solve these 
problems.

Lim Choi worked all night, trying to finish so many dresses that he would be 
able to pay Mr Fou the next day. He worked until he collapsed from fatigue.
When Shin woke in the early morning, she found her dad sleeping in his 
workshop and she was unable to wake him. At first, Shin became very worried, 
but then she realised that it solved the first of her problems. She wrote a 
little note to her father, telling him she was at her grandmother's house 
and he was not to worry about Mr Fou. Shin felt bad about lying to her 
father, but she had formulated a plan in her head.

Before she left to go to Mr Fou's house, she found the thinnest needle her 
father had in his workshop. It was used only to sew the finest stitches in 
satin and silk. Then she went out to the woods to gather herbs for a secret 
brew her grandmother had taught her to make. Back in the house, she was 
pleased to find her father still asleep. She was a quite as a mouse as she 
chopped, mixed and boiled the herbs. Her grandmother had taught her well and 
soon the brew was ready. Shin had also picked a thin twig from a willow, 
which had a soft pith.
Cautiously, she fastened the needle to the twig and dipped the tip of the 
needle in the brew. Carefully, she hid the twig in a safe place. Now she was 
ready to go to Mr Fou. She got up and silently left the house.

Mr Fou, who was looking out of his window, preparing to collect his 
"interest" on the loan, was delighted when he saw the petite beauty walking 
towards his door. She was shining like a little sun in the morning mist. No 
finer sight could greet an old man in the morning . . . or on any other 
time, now he came to think about it. His plan had worked to perfection. The 
poor tailor had sent his beautiful little daughter to him without further 
threats.

Mr Fou had never married. He was wealthy, yes, but in his younger days, he 
had been ashamed of his ugly face and his crippled look. You see, Mr Fou was 
born with a curved spine and his money could not stop the girls giggling 
with knowing glances when they passed him in the street. He could pay a 
woman to love him and he had done so a few times, but even they could not 
always contain their looks of disgust at his strange physiognomy.

Now he was going to enjoy this sprouting blossom. Shin had always been 
polite and never once starred at him. This little innocent girl had captured 
his imagination for so long. He could hear his servant open the door and a 
fragile, little voice asked for him. He sat down on a chair in the middle of 
the room and waited. The servant told her to wait. A moment later, Shin was 
announced and appeared in the door. She was so beautiful and her shyness and 
the bashful look on her face only made old Mr Fou warmer inside.

'Come, my child. Come to me and tell me why you are here.'

'My father said you had requested my presence. He told me to submit to your 
smallest request, as it was important for him, for us. I'm at your service, 
kind
Mr Fou.'

The soft, nervous voice sounded like the finest music in the old skinflint's 
ears.

'You are right, my child. It is important. You see, your father borrowed 
money from me and he submitted you as security for the loan. Since he can 
not redeem his obligations, you are here today. Come here and let me see 
you. I have seen you grow up and you have become a beautiful young girl.'

Shin moved closer on trembling legs. She didn't like the way Mr Fou looked 
at her and she didn't like the sudden sweetness in his voice. He lied about 
her father, saying he had put her as security for the loan. It didn't matter 
to her that he was ugly and deformed, but he was dishonest. Both her father 
and her grandmother had raised her in the faith that honesty was the first 
and finest of virtues.

When she reached the old man, she stopped and awaited his command. He 
reached out and touched her cheek with his gnarled fingers, brushing the 
hair gently back.

Her skin was so smooth and so warm. Never had he touched anything so 
exquisite, so soft, and so perfect. To imagine how her skin would feel in 
the places where it was softest. The thought made something stir in Mr Fou. 
He leaned towards the little girl and inhaled her sweet perfume deeply. He 
was completely taken by this young goddess. The way she looked down shyly 
added to her innocent and pure appearance. And she was his. He could enjoy 
her as much as he liked.

She was dressed in a silk dress, held together by a belt around her waist. 
Her father was the best tailor in town and even though he was not rich, he 
had always dressed his precious daughter in the finest clothes.

Shin felt as if she was pinned to the floor, unable to move as Mr Fou began 
to loosen her belt. It took him forever, or so it felt, but finally the belt 
fell to the floor and her dress opened. Under it, she had a long shirt that 
covered her down to the top of her thighs. She held her breath as Mr Fou 
reached up and slowly pushed the dress off her shoulders. It followed the 
belt and fell around her feet.

She looked vulnerable as she stood there before him. Only the thin shirt 
covered her fine, delicate body. Mr Fou's hands were shaking. He hardly 
dared touch the fragile little girl. The first touch of his fingertips on 
her firm, yet smooth thighs were electrifying. The young girl jerked and 
gasped for air. Nobody had ever touched her there before.

'Oh, you are so beautiful, my child. Your skin is like the finest silk. You 
warm my soul and make me swell.'

His hands moved up, pushing the shirt up, held his hands at her hipbones as 
he admired her. A few, silky hairs dressed the top of her mound that 
protruded from her crotch. It looked so soft, splitting just where the hair 
stopped. Two bald lips disappeared between her firmly closed thighs. He 
pushed the shirt higher until it was under her arms. Her small breasts were 
no more than swellings, highs on her chest, not any more than good-sized 
oranges but they looked so firm. This young girl was just ripe for picking, 
like a plum when it is still firm and crisp and full of sweetness and 
juices.

'You should be picked now, before you get soft and overripe,' he spoke out 
loud.

Shin wondered what he meant and why he was so agitated. She felt 
uncomfortable with his hungry looks and his cold fingers touching her. The 
room was warm, but she still felt like she was cold, shivering and getting 
goose bumps all over.

'Raise your arms. That's it.'

He pulled the shirt over her head. Shin let her arms fall down along her 
side again. She was feeling very embarrassed about her nakedness. Mr Fou 
motioned her to turn around.

He admired her from all angles: her straight back and the firm cheeks of her 
behind, quivering almost unnoticeably as she moved. When she was facing him 
again he felt a strong attraction to the small nubbins on her chest. He 
brushed the tips of his fingers lightly over them as if she was as fragile 
as a butterfly's wings. The darker skin around the nipples contracted and 
the small peas turned into hard pellets.

His fingertips felt strange on her chest. When they touched the centre of 
her budding femininity, she felt a new sensation in her tummy. It was like a 
trickle of water running from her tummy to her untouched garden. She had 
felt something like it when she touched herself in a particular place, but 
it didn't feel nice now. Shin pressed her thighs together to stop the 
tickling between her legs, but to little avail. It only made it tickle more. 
It was a relief when Mr Fou took his hands away.

He only tore himself away from her breasts to move them to her firm, round 
behind. Between them lay the tight orifice where he would bury his spear 
before it sowed the seeds in her. It would be a pity to spoil such beauty by 
making her give birth to his child. He wanted to preserve her beauty. The 
pleasure she could bring him was unimaginable. He caressed the fine turf of 
hair on her protruding mound. If you could weave a cloth of those hairs, it 
would be as fine as silk and as smooth as satin. He leaned forward and the 
aroma of fresh mussels and oysters filled his nostrils. His fingers felt the 
spongy lips and parting them a little, he thought he saw the pearl in the 
oyster. He touched it gently with the tip of his finger.

The sensation the finger caused in this spot, which only Shin had touched 
and only a few times, took her breath away. Strange and disturbing streams 
of sensation rushed through her body, making her knees weak and her tummy 
convulse.
What was he doing to her? Something warm and mighty opened up inside her and 
it felt like a flow of warm water poured out through her. It made her scared 
and at the same time, it made her want more. The conflicting emotions made 
her even more scared, but she managed to stay calm. She knew it was expected 
of her and her plan was depending on it, but strange forces were trying to 
tear her insides apart, spurred on by Mr Fou examination of her body.

'Come and sit on my lap, my child. You are getting tired standing there. You 
will be more comfortable sitting down.'

Shin obeyed submissively to his request and sat on his lap with her side to 
him and her legs tightly together. Mr Fou put a hand on her back and one on 
her thigh, gently pulling her legs apart. His hand caressed her inner thigh. 
It was even smoother than the rest of her and Mr Fou heart began to breathe 
faster.

Shin felt she was sitting on a bone of some kind, but she couldn't figure 
out what it could be. Then she remembered what her grandmother had told her 
about men. It had to be the sword that fitted her sheath, but Shin had no 
time to think about it. Mr Fou's fingers again touched her most private 
place and the floodgates to the warm water opened again. He searched for the 
pearl in the oyster, and found it. A gasp escape the frighten girl, a gasp 
that told him she was not unsusceptible to his caresses. The aroma of 
mussels and fresh sea grew ever stronger and so did Mr Fou's urge to posses 
this innocent treasure, but first, he wanted to make her acquainted with his 
spear.

'My child, there is something I want you to see. It is a special gift that a 
man can give a woman. Kneel in front of me.'

Shin got up on weak legs and knelt in front of Mr Fou. When he opened his 
elegant, embroidered silk coat, she let out a cry.

'Mr Fou. What is this?'

'Do not be scared my child. It is the tool man use to plant the seeds in the 
woman's garden.'

Shin stared at the strange sight in front of her eyes. The purple knob at 
the end of the stick had an eye, a crying eye looking at her. A single, 
milky tear was forming in it.

'I want you to bless it, my child. Open your mouth and receive it.'

Shin looked at it, terrified. Her grandmother had not told her it should go 
in her mouth, but Mr Fou had regained the strength of his youth and he took 
her head in his hands and firmly led her mouth to the crying eye. Mother 
Nature had been modest when Mr Fou was equipped, but in Shin's little mouth 
it still felt huge. She tried to contain her nausea as he pushed it deeper 
into her mouth until he cold not get more into her. An uncanny snort came 
from Mr Fou and within a second, a salty fluid began to fill her mouth.

Shin's tummy convulsed. She tried not to spill any of the warm fluid that 
filled her mouth. This was not the way grandmother had told her it was 
supposed to be. Her plan was falling apart and Mr Fou's sword in her mouth, 
and the fluid in was pumping into, her was so disgusting. Tears formed in 
her beautiful, almond-shaped, brown eyes as more and more salty fluid filled 
her mouth. She could no longer control her gagging and the fluids began to 
leak from her mouth.

Mr Fou hadn't planned this to happen either. But when his sword was engulfed 
in the warm, soft mouth, the feelings had overpowered him. The sight of her 
tiny mouth stabbed by him was too much. He had to give his life-giving 
fluids to this beautiful goddess. He felt the sap rising and he closed his 
eyes to fully enjoy the blissful moment. As he poured himself out into her 
mouth, his strength poured put of him too. Exhausted he released his grip on 
the poor girl's head and looked down at her. He saw the tears and the panic 
in the girl's eyes while she looked around for some place to empty her 
mouth.

'Here, my child. You can spit it out here. Oh, you were so clever.'

Shin took the bowl he handed her and spat out the fluid, trying as best she 
could to hide her disgust. She spit it all out, but the taste still lingered 
in her mouth. She badly wanted something to drink to get rid of the taste. 
She wondered if she had misunderstood her grandmother. What if she became 
pregnant?
She looked up at Mr Fou. He just sat there, leaning back with his eyes 
closed.
He looked like he was dead, but she could hear him breathing. Gathering her 
dress around her she got up from the floor. Just as she was about to sneak 
out of the room he opened his eyes.

'Don't go, my child. Stay and have a cup of tea with me. Even though I look 
old, I will regain my strength quickly. I still haven't had the pleasure of 
cultivating your garden.'

Shin's plan had failed and she just wanted to get out of there, but she knew 
she could not refuse Mr Fou. Perhaps her plan still had a chance?

'Thank you so much, kind Mr Fou.'

He called the servant and a moment later, a tray was brought with the tea. 
Mr Fou dismissed the servant and prepared the tea himself. It was good to 
drink the tea and get the taste of Mr Fou's fluids out of her mouth.

Mr Fou watched her closely while she drank her tea. The way her small hands 
held the fine porcelain cup was exquisite. He could already feel his 
strength grow, just looking at the girl. When she leaned forward, she gave 
him a wonderful view down the almost non-existent valley between her two 
small hills. Mr Fou could hardly control himself, but it would improper to 
interrupt the tea.

The tea ceremony is quite a ritual in these parts of the world. Even though 
Shin could feel his eyes on her body, she stayed. She had calmed her self 
and regained faith in her plan again. So much so that she didn't do anything 
when she felt her dress part and leave a clear view down the front. He had 
already seen what she had been told to hide and now she just wanted to get 
it over with as fast as possible. It was unthinkable that she took any kind 
of initiative, but she still could get him in the right mood.

They finished the tea as it should be finished. The servant fetched the tray 
and left them quietly. He had also brought some pillows and soft blankets.
Without words, Mr Fou motioned Shin to undress again. Seeing her fine, 
fragile body excited Mr Fou. Nothing could compare to this beautiful girl. 
She looked so fine and light that it almost looked like she was floating on 
the pillows and blankets as she lay down, like a leaf on a calm pond.

Mr Fou stood and removed his cloth. Shin could see he was ready to cultivate 
her garden. A shiver went through her. She was scared and faith in her plan 
was again draining rapidly. She told herself that it would work. It had to. 
The old man walked over to her with a previous unseen speed and energy. 
Kneeling at her feet, he spread her legs and let his hands brush up along 
her long, slim legs to her soft and smooth thighs. Shin could feel the 
strange tingling in her most personal spot again. It still disturbed her, 
but she was less self-conscious about it now.

Between her legs, a beautiful flower was budding and ready to open and 
bloom.
Mr Fou's fingers gently spread the petals and admired the red and slightly 
puffy inside of the flower. The pearl was hidden, but he could feel it when 
he pressed his finger lightly on top of the small hood that covered it. This 
wonderful place of mystery and imagination had been deprived him for so 
long. He quickly decided that this was only interest on overdue payments. He 
was going to enjoy this wonderful creature for as long as possible. He moved 
closer and positioned his planting stick close to her garden. Now, in a 
second, she would no longer be an innocent little girl. Now!!

Shin turned her head away as she felt Mr Fou lean over her. She felt the tip 
of his planting stick press against her untouched flower and closed her 
eyes; felt her flower trying to spread its petals for the bee coming to 
visit. But it stopped there. Mr Fou groaned and retreated. Shin didn't dare 
to breathe. Again, she felt him press against the tiny opening, but again he 
retreated, groaning.

He felt a little sting of pain when he tried to enter the young girl. Maybe 
she was too small? She couldn't be. She would open up for him. He tried 
again, but there was a new stinging pain. He pulled back and saw a little 
blood smeared on the tip of his spear. Wrongly he assumed it was from her, 
that he had taken her innocence. It spurred him on, making him try a third 
time despite a growing pain in his manhood. But a new sting of pain made him 
stop. He looked down again and saw small droplet of blood form on the 
swollen tip. The blood was not hers, it was his and the pain was growing. He 
looked frightened at Shin.

'What is wrong with you, girl?'

Shin opened her eyes. The first part of her plan had finally worked out as 
planned. She had planted the twig with the coated needle in the same garden 
Mr Fou wanted to cultivate. Now it was up to her to fulfil the plan.

'It don't know, Kind Mr Fou. My grandmother once said, that no man would 
ever be able to take from me what was not his to have, without paying a dear 
price. I didn't know what she meant, but she is a very wise old lady. She 
knows many things.'

Mr Fou knew of Shin's Grandmother and jumped back, frightened.

'Oh God. She has cast a spell on you!'

'Oh. Do you think so?'

'Please. Go to her and ask her what the price is. Quickly child. I am in 
pain.'

Shin quickly dressed and left the house. She didn't go to her grandmother's 
house. Instead, she went to the woods and collected some herbs. She took her 
time, knowing that it would make Mr Fou more receptive to agree to the price 
she was going to ask.

The things that had happened at Mr Fou's house still filled her head. The 
old man's hands had caused the same feelings as her own hands had yet 
different, both a more pleasant and at the same time an uncomfortable 
feeling. Shin stopped and closed her eyes, trying to conjure up the image of 
Liau instead of Mr Fou. She shivered at the thought of Liau's young strong 
hands touching her the way Mr Fou had done. It had to be so much better than 
the old man. Even though she would never get so close to him, she yearned 
for his touch.

When she opened her eyes again and tried to clear her mind, she suddenly 
knew what price she was going to ask Mr Fou to pay.

When she returned, the poor Mr Fou was waiting anxiously for her, his face 
clearly showing his pain and fear. He was, like most people in rural China 
back then, a very superstitious man.

'What did your honourable grandmother say. Please, tell me.'

'She said . . . I hardly dare tell you.'

'Please, tell me. I will do anything.'

'She said . . . you deserved your punishment. She said that I should let you 
wither away.'

'No, please. Have mercy on me. I will pay anything. Don't let me wither 
away.'

Shin pretended to be very embarrassed. She knew Mr Fou would never confront 
her grandmother, as she was well known for her healing powers and was 
regarded as a very powerful woman; not by wealth, but by spirit. Inside, 
Shin gloated over her victory.

'She said there was a cure.'

'Thank god. I will pray for your grandmother for the rest of my life.'

'That will not be enough. She said . . . well, if the cure was going to work 
out, you had to show your remorse. She suggested you forgive my father his 
debts.'

'I will, I will,' Mr Fou wailed.

'And she said it would be suitable, if you ordered and paid for a fine set 
of clothes from my father every six month. You could show your appreciation 
by paying generously.'

'I will. Please tell me the cure.'

'One last thing. Since you have taken what was meant for my husband to take, 
when I am married, you will have to pay my dowry.'

'Yes, yes. I will do anything. Just help me now,' Mr Fou cried out in agony.

'She told me the cure. While I prepare the herbs, you will make a document 
in which you cancel my fathers debt.'

'A document?'

Mr Fou had no intention of really keeping his promises, as Shin already had 
guessed. He was about to protest, but the pain in a certain part of his body 
reminded him that he was not immortal.

'On my honour, I will.'

'And remember the set of clothes and the dowry too.'

'I will write it. Just hurry.'

Shin went to the kitchen and prepared the herbs. When she came back, Mr Fou 
had written the document and signed it. He handed it to Shin.

'Now, please cure me.'

'There are two things. First, I have to put a compress on the afflicted 
area. I hope it hasn't spread too much. Secondly, you have to drink this 
tea. It is brewed from herbs from a secret recipe and you will have to get a 
cup every month to keep the symptoms away.'

'Every month? How will I . . . ?'

'I will come to you and give it to you. I am sure you will know how to 
reward me.'

'Oh god, this is going to ruin me,' Mr Fou mumbled to himself.

Shin opened Mr Fou's kimono and looked at the fallen warrior. The tip still 
looked swollen. Cautiously, she took it in her tiny hands. At any other 
time, it would have been pure bliss for Mr Fou, but he could not control his 
masculine reflexes and once again, the warrior rose painfully. Shin tried to 
be as gentle as she could, but the light touches of her fingers when she 
applied the herbal compress was only making matters worse for Mr Fou. Shin 
was doing a thorough job, making sure the afflicted area was covered. She 
smoothed the herbal compress, running her fingers up and down over it. Mr 
Fou groaned in pain and annoyance.

Finally, Shin was finished and removed the compress. She could see Mr Fou 
was in pain and since she was a kind and caring young girl, she felt sorry 
for him, despite his ill intentions.

'It looks better already,' She said to cheer him up. 'Do you want me to kiss 
it again?'

'No,' Mr Fou groaned.

He could hardly bear the pain that her fingers indirectly had caused him, 
much less what he knew her lips and mouth would bring. Shin covered him and 
brought him the herbal tea she had brewed. Then she respectfully asked Mr 
Fou for permission to leave and he granted it to her immediately.

The next day, Shin met with Liau in their special place behind the forge, in 
an old shed. They could be alone and undisturbed there as the noise from the 
forge drowned their voices. They met there almost every day to play and 
talk. Shin felt a strange excitement as she sat in the dark shed with Liau. 
It was different. She began to tell him about Mr Fou, how her father had 
borrowed money from him and how Mr Fou had threatened to send her father to 
jail. It made Liau very angry and he swore to help Shin. Shin calmed him and 
told him how she had made Mr Fou give up all claims and even promise to pay 
her dowry.

Liau listen with growing amazement over Shin's ingenuity and the risk she 
had exposed herself to. But the story also made him feel strangely excited. 
It was as if Shin looked even more beautiful than usual. He too had dreamed 
different dreams about Shin lately. Her story lit a fire inside him.

As she talked, Liau thought he saw an increasing glow in Shin's beautiful, 
brown, almond-shaped eyes. Shin noticed the way Liau was looking at her and 
she looked down bashfully, realising what she was telling him about. He had 
not seen her like Mr Fou had seen her since she was five years of age. She 
felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She didn't know why, but something inside 
her was forcing her to tell him everything that had happened in Mr Fou's 
house. When she came to the part where Mr Fou took her clothes off and 
touched her, Liau stopped her.

'I haven't seen you for a long time and it is a little difficult for me to 
imagine what you look like now. Will you grant me the sight that you offered 
Mr Fou?'

Shin was a good girl, but what she had shown Mr Fou, who had no right to see 
it, she felt she could show Liau. She stood up in front of Liau in the dim 
light. Her hands trembled as she tried to open the belt that kept her dress 
together. Liau reached up to help her. As his hands touched hers, it was as 
if all Shin's strength left her.

Liau opened the belt and Shin continued to tell her story. Liau undressed 
the young girl exactly as she described it to him. His strong hands gently 
touched her skin and it felt just as she had imagined it would, maybe even 
better. It stirred the same good feelings as when she had touched herself, 
even though his hands only brushed lightly over her sides and arms.

Shin described how Mr Fou had touched her breasts. Liau held back his breath 
and cupped his big hands around the tiny swellings on her chest, cautious 
like they were made of glass. His touches were ever so gentle, but to Shin, 
it felt a thousand times better than Mr Fou.

Shin's tale spellbound both of them. They both blushed from the excitement 
and their eyes were glassed when they met. Shin's voice trembled as she 
continued to tell Liau about Mr Fou. His hands were guided by her voice, 
guided to the parts of her body that only a husband should touch, uncovering 
her tender skin.

When Shin reached the point in her story where Mr Fou asked her to bless his 
planting stick, Shin knelt in front of Liau. Her small hands open Liau's 
clothes and soon his planting stick stood out from his body, proud as the 
young shot of the giant bamboo. Liau put his hands gently on Shins head, but 
he didn't have to push Shin head like Mr Fou had done. Her mouth opened to 
receive him.

Since Liau had never felt anything but his own hand around his planting 
stick, the sensation was overwhelming for him. Her mouth was so warm and so 
soft. He had to move his hands to her shoulders to keep his balance. He 
could not help but express his joy by calling her name.

Shin was not unprepared at what happened next. But unlike Mr Fou, who had 
just leaked his seeds into her mouth, the young and vigorous boy sprayed his 
liquid seeds into her mouth. Shin felt the fluid fill her little mouth, but 
it was Liau's seeds and she accepted it like was it the finest wine.

Shin stood and they held each other tight in a silent embrace. No words were 
needed. They lay down next to each other and Shin told Liau the rest of the 
story.

'My dear Shin. Will you give the thing, which Mr Fou tried to take, to me?'

'I will, when we are man and wife. But you will have to ask my father.'

'I will ask him.'

Liau looked at her tiny body.

'Shin, you took a great risk of hurting yourself with the needle. Don't you 
think I should examine your beautiful flower to see if you have stung 
yourself on the needle?'

'It is very kind of you. I do feel a tingling.'

Liau looked careful at the flower. He spread the petal and it did indeed 
look swollen.

'My poor Shin. You are all red and swollen. What cure will help you. You 
have not tried to take what is not yours to have, so how can you be cured?'

'Your love and kisses will cure me.'

'You already have all my love and I will give you all the kisses you will 
ever need to be cured.'

Liau leaned forward and kissed the petal of her flower.

'You will have to kiss the little pearl. That will be the best cure.'

He kissed the pearl. It took Shin's breath away. Never had she imagined his 
kisses to feel so good. Her slim body twisted and bent like the bamboo in a 
storm. It worried Liau, but Shin put her hands on his head and guided him 
back to her garden.

'Cure me, please,' Shin gasped.

And he did. His lips and tongue polished the pearl until it was protruding 
between the delicate, swollen petals. Shin felt the same tingling she felt 
when she touched herself, but it was stronger. She felt she lost control of 
her body and fell into a deep, warm, endless space, crying and screaming. 
Her hands and thighs squeezed Liau's head, her body twisting and turning 
like she was in terribly pain. Only the noise from the forge prevented 
anyone but Liau from hearing her cries of joy.

Liau was bringing her to heights she had never experienced before. Her body 
exploded and sent a wave of warmth through her. It become too much and she 
had to push Liau away. Exhausted she lay with her eyes closed, like she was 
sleeping.

'Are you all right?' Liau asked anxiously.

'Yes. I have never felt better.'

'It still looks like you are swollen. Are you sure you are cured?'

Shin thought about it for a moment. Liau was young and his planting stick 
was stout as the finest bamboo. Shin could not resist. She was a good girl 
and she knew she should not give herself to Liau before they were man and 
wife. But she told herself that Mr Fou had already made an attempt to steal 
what she could only give once, so it would be safer to give it to Liau now.

'I think Mr Fou wounded what he was trying to take. You will have to take it 
to make the swelling and itching go away.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes. Don't be afraid. I know it will hurt, but it is the best cure.'

Shin smiled with feverish, glazed eyes. Her smile told Liau that she meant 
what she said. Shin opened herself for him as he knelt between her thighs. 
She felt a slight fear as the tip of Liau's planting stick touch her garden. 
Her eyes were fixed on Liau's face to keep the image of Mr Fou away. They 
looked each other deep in the eyes as Liau slowly and cautiously pushed 
forward. They both felt the resistance. Liau hesitated, but Shin put her 
hands around his neck and locked her legs around his back, spurring him like 
a horse.

'Cure me. Take what belongs to you.'

Liau pushed harder. He felt himself sliding into Shin and saw the pain in 
her face. He stopped and waited for the pain to pass.

Shin bit her lip. What she had dreamed of for so long, hurt more than she 
had thought it would. She was grateful it was Liau, who was so gentle and 
good to her. And after only a few seconds, she felt the pain go away and a 
lovely feeling of being filled replaced the pain. Although grandmother had 
told her it was a duty, she could feel it was a duty she was going to enjoy.

'Yes, my love. Plough my garden. Plough it deep and thoroughly.'

He filled her completely and drove into her hard and deep. The well in 
Shin's garden was almost too narrow for him to get in, and it felt like she 
wanted to bite his planting stick off, but he was better prepared after 
experiencing
Shin's wonderful mouth and he obeyed her wish and worked hard and deep in 
the garden until Shin was crying from joy under him.

Her well felt even tighter and Liau felt a growing need to sow his seeds in 
Shin's garden. He drove as deep and hard into her as he could and his seeds 
filled Shin's garden. Shin cried out and embraced Liau as they sealed their 
love.

Shin never told her father the full story about what had happened. She 
couldn't tell him that she had listened to the conversations he had had with 
Mr Fou, which she was not supposed to hear. But her father was stunned, when 
Mr Fou cancelled the payments of the loan and instead ordered some fine 
clothing and paid him generously. And when he learned that Mr Fou would pay 
Shin's dowry, he gave his blessing to the marriage between Shin and Liau.

Shin visited Mr Fou every mouth and brewed an herbal tea for him. It kept 
the symptoms away and Mr Fou never again tried to take anything from Shin. 
On the contrary, Shin's visit made the old man very happy, especially when 
she had to treat the area, which was originally afflicted. She grew to like 
Mr Fou as well. It was, after all, because of him that she had been able to 
marry her Liau.

And they all lived happily ever after.




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