[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter Eight: Dog Hole

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Before Pang Yu could even get angry, Chuixue jumped up and started cursing.
"Pang Fu, you old beast, you old bastard, you scoundrel, worse than a pig or a dog! I told you to turn a blind eye and let the Marquis out of the manor, and you old beast went to the palace to report back. See if I don't bring a kitchen knife when I get back to the manor..."
"Keep your voice down!" Pang Yu hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was too late. Ye Gucheng raised his thick eyebrows, clearly having heard the noise from above, and shouted intently, "Stop hiding, come out. If you insist, this humble general will have to offend you."
Offend you my foot! So what if you come up to grab me!
Pang Yu almost cursed again, but was afraid of revealing his hiding place.
Forget it, a magnanimous person doesn't hold a grudge against a petty person. As the old saying goes, patience brings peace, and retreating leads to a brighter future...
No time for arguing!
Get out of here, running away is the only way
. He tried to grab Chuixue, but grabbed nothing. He looked up and saw that she had already run towards the back window.
"Outrageous!"
Pang Yu wanted nothing more than to grab a brick and smash it over his shoulder, and quickly gave chase.
Neither of them were fools; they wouldn't be stupid enough to jump towards the outer perimeter of the courtyard wall—they'd already seen it was completely surrounded, and going there would only mean being captured.
They ran north.
The Pianxian Pavilion might sound like just a simple brothel, but it was actually quite large. Besides the main hall formed by the four corner towers of the four directions, there was a backyard covering at least a hundred acres, complete with chrysanthemum gardens, hot springs, peony gardens, lotus ponds, and waterside terraces—you could go in and never get tired of it, not wanting to leave for at least ten days or half a month. With
such a large scale, the Imperial Guards couldn't possibly surround it unless they deployed several thousand men, so as long as they left the main hall and slipped into the backyard, the chances of escape were quite high.
The north tower was right next to the backyard; if there was any area around the main hall that wasn't surrounded, it was undoubtedly here.
Sure enough, Pang Yu rushed over and pushed open the window; the area below was empty, not a soul in sight.
Heaven was on their side!
He was relieved that his luck had held up at the crucial moment, and just as he was about to leap out, he suddenly realized a serious problem.
—Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!
In this situation, it wasn't that Chuixue was flattering him, but rather that the third-floor windowsill was at least seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-60 meters) above the ground, nearly twenty meters high.
Pang Yu wasn't Huang Rong; he didn't know martial arts, and jumping like that would obviously be asking for trouble with his legs.
"Chuixue!" His temper flared up the moment he opened his mouth!
Ximen Chuixue, Ximen Chuixue, such a cool name, but the man himself is a piece of trash! If you knew even a little martial arts, would I be afraid of a mere third floor?
"Jump down and lie down, be my..."
The words "human cushion" were still on his lips when Chuixue, who had been panting beside him, suddenly disappeared again. Pang Yu looked left and right but couldn't find her anywhere.
"My lord, come quickly... come quickly—I'm here."
An urgent shout came from downstairs, very lewd, very familiar.
Chuixue!?
Pang Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.
This was seven or eight zhang, not seven or eight meters! How did he get down there? Had Ximen Chuixue possessed him?
Chuixue pointed to the side, and Pang Yu finally realized.
It was a rope, a thick hemp rope hanging from the roof, as thick as a child's arm. "
Damn
it, how come there's something like this in a brothel?" Pang Yu asked as he ran off. "Lord Marquis, don't you know? The Pianxian Pavilion is often frequented by elderly, faded noblewomen who come to cause trouble, always looking for their husbands or sons. It's always a huge scene. If they manage to catch someone, they make a huge racket, crying and screaming, making it impossible to do business. Later, someone suggested to Mama Yaksha that she hang a rope from the north building and lay a straw mat underneath. If those old hags come to grab someone, whoever they're looking for can just
slip away through there. If they're not caught red-handed, let's see how much trouble they cause." "Slip away? So that means there's a way out once you get to the backyard?" Pang Yu's eyes lit up, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Yes."
"There's a way out?"
"Um… well… more or less." Chuixue stammered, her words mumbled incoherently.
Just as Pang Yu was about to ask for clarification, Ye Gucheng's shouts suddenly came from afar.
"Damn it! I told you to hurry up and take a detour to surround the North Tower. Now look what happened, you were a step too late and they got away! Hurry up and chase after them!"
"Yes!" At least fifty or sixty people answered in unison, their shouts deafening.
Chuixue trembled, her face turning deathly pale. She didn't dare linger for a second and turned tail to run.
Damn it!
Pang Yu almost jumped up and cursed, but before that, he made up his mind.
Yes, a master who abandons his subordinates is not a good master!
So...
he turned around with great righteousness and chased after Chuixue in the direction she had fled.
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"This—is this the road you were talking about!?"
Words mixed with anger, annoyance, and ferocity spurted from Pang Yu's teeth, his eyes burning with flames, ready to pounce and blast Chuixue to smithereens at any moment!
"Um...yes, yes, those guests, if they want to run away, they all slip out through here."
"Very good, very good indeed—" Pang Yu gritted his teeth, his expression a mix of anger and amusement.
Chuixue, utterly shameless, immediately rushed over, bowing and scraping: "My lord, there's no time to lose, how about we..."
"They crawl through dog holes, and you expect me to crawl through with them?!"
"Slap!" Crisp, satisfying, smooth, and loud—undoubtedly the sound of a slap.
A big, heavy, and resounding slap.
It wasn't Pang Yu who slapped him—although he desperately wanted to, as a morally upright, cultured, and virtuous master, hitting someone was something he'd do only after returning to the manor and closing the doors.
It certainly wasn't Chuixue who slapped him, because even if you fed him the courage of a bear and the gall of a leopard every day, he wouldn't dare show the slightest disrespect to his tall, majestic, and wise master.
So who hit him, and who was it?
Pang Yu turned around sharply, and sure enough, there were two more people in his line of sight.
Two people who shouldn't be here!
"Are you tired of living? Daring to tell this young master to crawl through a dog hole!" The crisp rebuke was like a demonic harp playing in hell, the breath from his throat seemed to freeze ice in every vein of his body. Just hearing Chui Xue's voice sent chills down his spine, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.
It was undeniable that he was timid, but anyone who could have such an effect on him with a single shout was someone who, even with their lower half, would know that it was the stunningly handsome young master.
"Young master, I..." The handsome servant choked, his eyes red and almost brimming with tears.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen your master beat... Hey, what are you doing here!?" The stunningly handsome young master was about to reprimand him when he suddenly sensed someone beside him. He turned his angry face and saw it was him, and his face immediately turned ashen.
"Hey, hey, shouldn't I be asking you that? What are you doing here?"
"This young master..." The stunningly handsome young man bit his rose-colored lips, "Hmph, this young master's affairs are none of your business! You stinking servant!"
"Fine, then you can't interfere in this... this servant's affairs either."
"Why shouldn't I interfere?"
"Why should you interfere?"
"Because this young master is..." The stunningly handsome young man suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... what is it?" Pang Yu deliberately pretended to stutter, wanting to humiliate him.
Damn it, who do you think you are, daring to argue with the dignified Marquis of Anle!?
"You..."
"What 'you'? If you're not satisfied, then fight." Pang Yu arrogantly put his hands on his hips, straightened his body, raised his head, and acted like a rogue who wasn't afraid of anything.
The handsome young master, who had always been arrogant and self-important, had never been openly contradicted, let alone subjected to such blatant sarcasm and provocation as Pang Yu. He was furious, his teeth practically grinding to powder. He coldly raised his chin, glaring at Pang Yu with a rage that resembled a tiger choking on a venomous snake.
"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"
"I'll say 'What you, you? If you're not happy, fight me!' a thousand times over!" Pang Yu rolled his eyes, his head held high, his smugness utterly detestable.
"You you you you you you you you you you you—you you you you you…" The handsome young master was completely enraged. His dark pupils flashed with murderous intent, his handsome face twisted into a monstrous grimace, and he lunged forward, ready to tear Pang Yu apart. The sight sent chills down the spines of Chuixue and the handsome servant.
To be honest, Pang Yu was a little scared. The handsome young master's temperament was too incongruous with his age—he was petite, as small as a person who could fit in the palm of one's hand, yet his ferocity was like that of a tiger. Even the most notorious bandit leaders, who would kill without hesitation, would be terrified into silence if they stared at each other one-on-one.
"Quickly, surround the garden! Search it thoroughly, inside and out!"
The shouts of the Imperial Guards came from not far away. Upon hearing this, Chuixue panicked: "Lord... Fourth Brother, my Fourth Brother... Fourth Grandfather, hurry up and leave, or it will be too late."
"Young Master, please leave quickly, in case you get caught..." The handsome servant also tried to persuade him.
"What are you yelling about? I'd rather die than crawl through a dog hole!" They shouted in unison, their steps perfectly synchronized.
"Why are you mimicking me!" They still shouted in unison.
"How dare you..." they still spoke in unison, but the handsome young master's rebuke was sharp and forceful, while Pang Yu, having already guessed what he was going to say, deliberately mimicked his tone with a playful grin. Had
the Marquis gone mad? Why was he causing trouble at a time like this?
Chuixue kept wiping away sweat, yet dared not approach to persuade him.
"Continue searching forward, don't miss a single place!"
"Quick, quick, move fast, search thoroughly everywhere."
The voices grew closer.
The handsome young master had initially been tempted to attack—this lowly servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, as lowly as a dog, had somehow dared to provoke him, repeatedly and maliciously provoking him. He wouldn't be satisfied unless he chopped off his limbs, crippled him, and threw him to the dogs!
But upon hearing the Imperial Guards' voices, he disregarded everything else, his only thought being...how to escape!
There was only one way out: crawl through a dog hole.
The handsome young master absolutely refused! The approaching footsteps made him panic. Sweat beaded on his delicate nose, his skin as smooth and lustrous as jade!
My God, how could a man look like this?!
Chuixue looked even worse; her face was deathly pale, her eyes bloodshot, her body trembling, and her hands shaking. She looked like she was about to collapse.
Damn it, trash, disgrace!
Pang Yu, seeing this, was both angry and furious. He kicked her hard, and poor Chuixue didn't even have time to scream before collapsing in front of the dog hole.
"Quick, crawl out and see if there are any ropes, ladders, or anything like that outside. Try to get them in!"
"You too, hurry up!" The handsome young master followed suit, kicking the pretty servant as well.

Chapter Nine: Good Deeds Go Unrewarded

"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
Outside the dog hole, the two servants who had been kicked were frantically searching the ground.
Inside the walls, their eyes met. Pang Yu and the stunningly handsome young man stared at each other, neither willing to yield.
Words, or rather, sarcastic banter, were superfluous at this moment, for any slight movement could prematurely summon the Imperial Guards.
The handsome young man wisely kept silent, his large eyes fixed on him, his dark pupils radiating a fierce and menacing light. His breath was like the watchful eye of a vengeful ghost, brimming with murderous intent and brimming with bloodlust.
Pang Yu, however, remained calm, his eyes glaring to ensure he didn't lose in terms of imposing presence. At the same time, he wondered why the handsome young man hadn't run away while clearing out the guests, but instead had sneaked out the back door like him.
"Young Master, can't find him."
"No, Fourth Brother."
Two voices came from inside. Pang Yu sighed in despair, turning to look at the handsome young man. The anger on his face had subsided, replaced by a cold indifference, like someone glaring at a stone blocking their path.
The footsteps grew closer.
"Climb up! A true man can bend and stretch. Even Han Xin endured humiliation, we..." Before Pang Yu could finish speaking
, the stunningly handsome young man had already taken flight. Yes, he flew! The young man gritted his teeth, his toes barely touching the ground, his lithe body leaping into the air, gracefully somersaulting before gliding like a swift towards the two-zhang-high wall. "Holy
crap, no way! He knows light-body kung fu?!"
Pang Yu was dumbfounded.
"You stinking servant, just wait to be caught."
The young man stood gracefully on the wall, turning to give him a contemptuous smile, his rosy lips curling into a smug grin.
Damn it, I've been tricked! Pang Yu was completely bewildered, staggering, barely managing not to...
fall down. But it wasn't him, it was the stunningly handsome young man who had just climbed the wall.
His slender, delicate body suddenly trembled, then he plummeted straight down.
A tragedy was imminent, what to do?
Help!
Pang Yu was a good person, a really good person—"I'm sorry, you're a good person, but we can't be together. Forget me, you'll find someone better than me, you'll be happy." Throughout high school and university, fifty-one girls had said this about him.
So Pang Yu lunged forward, without hesitation, miraculously catching the petite, exquisitely beautiful young man with a leap comparable to Buffon's goalkeeping. The immense impact sent them both flying.
Unfortunately, Pang Yu became the cushion, his back slamming heavily against the ground, nearly breaking his vertebrae.
The intense pain made his eyes widen. Right before his eyes, the beautiful young man's previously tied-up hair suddenly came loose, cascading down his shoulders like black silk. The stark contrast made his already icy, delicate face seem almost melting—a delicate nose, slightly parted lips, long, downward-stretching eyelashes…
If you didn't look closely, you'd really think you were holding a half-person-sized doll.
"Let me go, let me go, you dead man, villain, big bad guy, lecher, shameless stinking servant!" The beautiful young lady was both anxious and angry, her petite hands and feet desperately flailing, trying to break free from Pang Yu's embrace.
Pang Yu was dazed and confused after saving him, but his words of thanks were met with a barrage of insults instead of gratitude. Even Buddha would be furious—Pang Yu's entire body ached as if it were about to split open. A fight would surely put him at a disadvantage, and besides, a gentleman uses words, not fists; bullying a child with mere bravado was absolutely unacceptable.
But arguing risked attracting the Imperial Guards, and being arrested would be a greater loss than gain. In a fit of
rage, Pang Yu gritted his teeth, glared, and immediately launched into a fierce attack, tightly encircling the handsome young man, refusing to let him go. Surprisingly, the young man's slender waist was even more delicate and smooth than a woman's, and the warm, soft touch made Pang Yu's heart flutter, his fingers unwilling to let go.
"You bastard, let go—let go!" Caught off guard by this sudden "indecent advances," the handsome young man's cheeks flushed redder than the sunset.
"Pah! I'm not gay, why am I blushing over a little hug!"
Enraged, Pang Yu, without hesitation, began to tear at the handsome young man's clothes. "
Scream! Scream! The louder you scream, the happier I'll be!"
"No, no! Help—"
Pang Yu desperately wanted him to shout that, but instead heard:
"Let go! If you don't let go, I'll have you castrated!"
The fierce shout revealed a terror completely out of character. His large eyes were red and swollen, his delicate nose twitching, and his eyes were completely wet, as if he was about to cry—it was me who wanted to cry! Pang Yu was in pain all over from being pinned down. He wanted to curse but was afraid of attracting the Imperial Guards; it was a miracle he had endured this long.
Sigh, so be it!
Looking at the handsome young man's tearful, pitiful appearance, Pang Yu suddenly felt a pang of pity that he himself didn't understand, and involuntarily released his hand.
"Thud—" Releasing his hand resulted in a kick to his face, but luckily, he reacted quickly and dodged it.
"Hey, I meant well... what are you doing..."
In the blink of an eye, two more flying kicks followed, absolute killing blows, showing no mercy.
Pang Yu used all his strength to barely dodge, his cheeks stinging from the force of the kicks.
"Ooh ooh ooh~ Die, die, die, die, shameless stinking servant!" The handsome young master twisted his waist and pounced on him relentlessly, his claws bared like those of a young tiger cub.
"Over there! There's a sound over there!"
"Quick, go find them."
"Don't let anyone escape!"
The shout that rang out at the crucial moment stopped the two from chasing each other. The handsome young master stomped his foot, snorted angrily, and revealed two small, crystal-clear tiger teeth that gleamed with murderous intent beneath his thin lips. He staggered slightly, and his light body flew up again, leaping onto the wall as if stepping on colorful clouds.
"Shameless, filthy servant, you'll remember this!" In the gentle breeze, the stunningly handsome young man turned his head, his hair swaying like lace.
For a moment, Pang Yu forgot to breathe; the breathtaking beauty he glimpsed through the tangled hair almost made him forget the young man's gender.
"I...I will never let you go!!!"
Seeing his lecherous, lustful gaze, the handsome young man grew even angrier, thrusting out his completely unassuming chest in fury, his words filled with murderous hatred!
But Pang Yu wasn't afraid at all; in fact, looking into his large, clear eyes, which seemed to scatter stars with every blink, gave him a strange feeling of his heart racing.
The alluring feeling was fleeting; the shouts of the Imperial Guards grew closer.
Damn it, they're coming to arrest him! What should I do?!
Pang Yu panicked.
"In this emergency... so be it. Crawling through a dog hole is fine, even Han Xin suffered humiliation, but he still achieved great success and had a ton of wives and concubines...
Bullshit!
Who am I? Son of the Grand Tutor, Imperial Uncle, Marquis by Imperial Decree, the number one member of the Crown Prince's faction. Who the hell in the world dares to touch a hair on my head?
Crawling through a dog hole? That's something only a good-for-nothing would do. I'd rather
die than crawl through one!
Not crawl through? What if I get caught? Losing face to the Imperial Guards is a small matter, but if my father finds out and locks me up in the mansion for three to five years without me ever getting out, I'll really suffocate!"
Pang Yu was struggling with this dilemma when a familiar yet unfamiliar shout suddenly came from outside the wall.
Familiar because the tone was somewhat similar, unfamiliar because of the intonation...
Hmm, it was the handsome young master, who pinched his nose and deliberately raised his voice to shout.
"Help! There's a dog hole here. Quick! Block it up! Don't let them escape—"

Chapter Ten: Alluring Beauty

"Huff—huff—huff—"
"Stop! Don't run!!!"
"Huff—huff—huff—"
"Stop! Don't run!!!"
"Huff—huff—huff—"
"Stop! Don't run!!!" On the rugged forest path behind the Pianxian Pavilion, Pang Yu took off running for his life without looking back.
Bastard! Beast! Son of a bitch! Bastard! Fuck you! Grass mud horse! Hidden Fiery Crab! Chrysanthemum Silkworm… Pang Yu cursed as he fled, countless vicious words bursting forth.
Ugh! I saved your life and you didn't even say thank you, and now you repay kindness with enmity—Fine, brat, you've got guts! I'll remember this debt!!!
Pang Yu silently cursed the eighteen generations of ancestors of the peerless young master in his heart with great indignation.
Just as his uncle finished berating his father, the Imperial Guards, rushing towards them, were only a bend away from the wall, their footsteps clearly audible.
Pang Yu had no choice but to grit his teeth and stomp his foot – run! At least there was still a chance to escape, however slim, it was better than standing there and being caught.
Thus began a massive cat-and-mouse game. Under the "special care" of the handsome young master, Pang Yu received treatment dozens of times worse than that of a notorious bandit, a lone mouse being run around like a cat – Ye Gucheng and his 800 Shence Battalion Imperial Guards.
The backyard was only so big; 1 against 800 was a huge disparity. Even if it were 800 bandits, it wouldn't be difficult for the elite Shence Battalion, with their exceptionally skilled soldiers, to capture a few people.
So Pang Yu could only flee, flee for his life. He tried to hide under the artificial hill, by the lake, in the flowerbeds, on the treetops—wherever he could slip away, he could only hide for a short while before being forced to run away by the meticulous Imperial Guards, who were so thorough they wouldn't miss an inch of ground… Nonsense! It was clearly just that Marquis Anle was in a good mood today, playing hide-and-seek with the Imperial Guards!
It was late spring, a warm breeze was blowing, everything was reviving, and amidst the dappled greenery, tiny specks of light color dotted the leaves. Everywhere he looked, there were blooming flowers, bamboo groves, and strange rocks—truly, "a riot of flowers almost dazzles the eye, and the shallow grass…" Damn it, with fire burning his eyebrows, he still had the mood to recite poetry!
Pang Yu was annoyed by his bad habit of praising beautiful scenery, a habit that had scared away countless girls back in the day. There was no way around it; in the 21st century, everyone was obsessed with Korean pop culture and effeminate men. A self-proclaimed literary youth like him, skilled in all the arts of poetry, prose, and lyrics, was no longer fashionable. He was usually just ridiculed and mocked as a lunatic. Otherwise, how could a genius who scored a perfect 150 on the college entrance exam still only get friend-zoned in his senior year of college?
Finally, fate showed some mercy, compensating him by sending him to the flourishing Song Dynasty, full of literary talent. He thought his vast knowledge would finally come in handy, but who would have thought… sigh!
A few days ago, feeling restless at home, he casually picked up a copy of "Anthology of Tang Poetry" to read, intending only to hone his skills... oops, not to read "The Monk with the Lampwick"! His intention was simply to recite a good poem and relax, but he nearly made Chuixue, who brought in refreshments, drop her jaw: "My goodness! The Marquis... he actually reads books! And it's the dry and profound 'Anthology of Tang Poetry'!!!" This incident later caused a sensation throughout the entire Pang household; everyone knew that the usually unlearned Marquis could actually read "Anthology of Tang Poetry," and Grand Tutor Pang burst into tears upon hearing the news!
Forget it, with a formidable enemy at hand, let's not dwell on embarrassing moments. Pang Yu gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to be moved by the sight. He furtively looked around and spotted a pond not far ahead. Fresh mist drifted in all directions, and an elegant pavilion stood across the water, its beams and pillars carved and its eaves soaring like phoenixes—exquisitely beautiful. A winding corridor extended from the pavilion, crossing the pond and reaching the lakeshore.
Damn, this place is too conspicuous… No, the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Pang Yu made a snap decision and dashed into the pavilion. At the same time, shouts from the Imperial Guards rang out behind him:
"There seems to be someone ahead, chase after him!"
"Don't let him get away, stop—"
Pang Yu was so nervous, afraid of being discovered. He kept looking back as he ran, and when he reached the pavilion, he didn't even have time to look before grabbing the door.
The door opened, and a delicate, fragrant scent instantly filled his nostrils. Before Pang Yu could even ask what was happening, his foot slipped, and he tumbled forward with a "whoosh." He
didn't care where he fell, just not his face!
Just as Pang Yu was about to cover his head, everything went black, and his face slammed into…
into two…
two soft, plump mounds!
It felt like pinching into a ball of smooth, exquisite cream cheese; the skin was incredibly smooth, and the warm, beautiful flesh pressed tightly against his cheek, overflowing with moisture. He could clearly feel the large, rounded contours.
Pang Yu was innocent—physically innocent—but definitely not stupid. The instant he touched her, he understood what he had bumped into.
As a gentleman, he wanted to immediately back away, not wanting to take advantage of the girl, but that intoxicating feeling, like floating on clouds… oh my god, he really couldn't bear to.
"Hey, get up! Haven't you had enough of snuggling in my arms?" A soft, seductive giggle rang in his ear, alluring and irresistible.
Even with his thick skin, Pang Yu couldn't stay any longer and tried to pull away. But the large, soft, snow-white breasts were squeezed out by the other's elbow, the two plump mounds seemingly possessing an irresistible suction, the overflowing, smooth flesh clinging tightly to his face, making it impossible for him to break free.
Pang Yu's heart pounded. This was the most primal human impulse, something no one could avoid.
As for self-control and restraint… well, that was nonsense to him!
The soft, alluring laughter, the seductive touch—Pang Yu couldn't hold back any longer, he completely couldn't hold back. Just as he was about to explode, transforming from a human into a beast, rapid footsteps approached from outside the door.
The Imperial Guards!
Pang Yu broke out in a cold sweat, jumping back from the two soft, jade-like breasts.
Looking up, he was greeted by a breathtakingly beautiful face that could captivate any man in the world!
She seemed to have just bathed; her thick, jet-black hair was simply held back with a white jade hairpin. Her eyebrows were like mist, her beautiful eyes sparkling. Her snow-white arms framed her smooth, jade-like skin, and a thin, pink veil outlined her stunningly curvaceous figure. Her breasts were full and rounded, tightly wrapped in the veil, revealing two proud, snow-white mounds. The alluring cleavage in the center was the very gentle haven he had just been drawn to…
“What are you looking at, little brother—hehe, haven’t you ever seen a woman like this before?” The beauty covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling with desire. She lightly bit her red lips, her captivating eyes revealing a charm that rippled through Pang Yu’s heart like a stone thrown into still water.
"What are you looking at... of course I'm looking at you, sister." He said with a grin, a fleeting hint of nervousness.
Calm down, calm down, I must calm down, I absolutely cannot show any panic, otherwise, if she shouts "I'm the boss," I'm completely finished—Pang Yu silently warned himself.
Facing a man who had suddenly barged into her boudoir, the beautiful woman showed not a trace of the panic or nervousness one would expect in such a situation. She giggled sweetly, her full breasts trembling, her pert buttocks slightly raised, her curvaceous figure tracing alluring curves, every inch brimming with feminine allure.
"Is that so? Then... am I pretty, sister?" the beautiful woman asked, staring at him, her laughter soft and seductive, stirring up alluring thoughts. A blush gradually crept onto her flawless white face, her slender arms, full breasts, and pert buttocks seeming to drip with moisture.
A captivating fragrance wafted through the room. Gazing at her high, firm, and even more full and proud breasts, recalling the smooth, delicate skin he had just touched, especially the subtle changes in the two delicate nipples, Pang Yu blushed and his heart pounded a thousand times faster.
"So...so beautiful, sister is so beautiful,"
Pang Yu said honestly. He probably wouldn't have pounced on her already if he wasn't worried about the Imperial Guards bursting in at any moment.
—Only a fool wouldn't resist a beautiful woman!
"So beautiful...so beautiful, I'll let you look to your heart's content!"
The beauty smiled as brightly as spring flowers, her captivating eyes glancing seemingly unintentionally across the window. Her slender, jade-like fingers reached out and gently pulled Pang Yu's wrist. It was as if she used some kind of magic, causing Pang Yu to fall forward uncontrollably, his cheek plunging into her alluring cleavage for the third time...

Chapter Eleven: The Beauty's New Bath

. Lao Gao was a soldier, a rough-and-tumble soldier from the deep mountains. Whether it was due to ancestral blessings, good fortune, or the natural honesty, diligence, and sturdiness of mountain people, he was selected for the Shence Camp after only seven years of service, donning the imperial iron armor and red copper helmet plume, becoming the enviable imperial guard. To put it bluntly
, this job was roughly similar to that of a Beijing civil servant today… no, even better. Aside from the bi-weekly shifts for guard duty and what Lao Gao considered a rather light daily training session, there was practically nothing else to do. He received a salary equivalent to that of a county magistrate—back then called a "county magistrate"—and, oh yes, his family was exempt from taxes.
Lao Gao was very satisfied. He, who had previously only known how to gather and sell firewood, living a hand-to-mouth existence, now had no worries about food, drink, or daily necessities. Walking around the capital, he could simply flash his identification badge, and few dared to disrespect him. Even his parents and relatives back home benefited, moving from the deep mountains to the county town, where their lives became much more comfortable. During festivals, county officials would vie to visit him with gifts, truly giving him face.
Ah, what could he do when his direct superior was the emperor? The Shence Battalion was the name used by those knowledgeable about the Imperial Guard's regulations; the common people called them the "Long Live the Emperor's Army"!
The dramatic changes filled Lao Gao with immense gratitude towards the emperor. He vowed to fulfill his duties diligently and repay the court's great kindness. Therefore, whether in drills, training, or on guard duty, Lao Gao was always the most hardworking, diligent, and resilient. After two years, he actually rose to the rank of squad leader, commanding a group of brothers.
Lao Gao was the first to rush into the Pianxian Pavilion, the first to storm into the backyard, and the first to lead his men to the vicinity of the small building… of course, it was Lao Gao again.
"Boss, should we go in?" His fellow villager and staunch friend, Xia Dade, asked, pointing to the center of the pond.
"Nonsense! Didn't you hear Commander Ye say that even if we have to dig three feet into the ground in Pianxian Pavilion, we must find them!" "Yes, sir
." With the squad leader's command, Xia Dade immediately felt invigorated. He didn't care that such an exquisite building might house the mistress or secretary of some high-ranking official; with a wave of his hand, he and seven or eight brothers rushed forward.
Old Gao, though rough, was shrewd. He kept a close eye on the window of the attic near the water, wary that while his men were searching, the other party might jump out and sneak into the pond.
After a while, there was no movement from the window. Old Gao guessed that they had finished inside and turned to look. "Damn it
! "
Just one glance was enough for Old Gao to want to curse.
All ten of his men were standing dumbfounded at the door, their legs like lead, completely motionless.
"Xia Dade!"
Old Gao roared and rushed over.
"Aren't you scared out of your wits? What are you so afraid of that you can't even come in!"
Old Gao kicked open the other half of the door, but before he could even step over the threshold, he froze!
Inside, of course, was a woman's boudoir, with brocade curtains and flowing tassels, and a fragrant aroma that was intoxicating.
Right in front of the door was a bathtub, and inside was a woman taking a bath!
Sunlight streamed through the open door, bathing her perfectly delicate body. A soft, moonlit glow flowed along her snow-white shoulders, outlining the smooth, supple curves of her collarbone. Her arms, like moonlit shadows, lay intertwined, so tender they seemed to drip with moisture!
The water was just warmer than the sunlight. She lay lazily inside, her slender, pink feet propped high on the rim of the tub. The soles of her feet gleamed with a warm glow, her delicate insteps as if caressed with precious cream, smooth as jade, soft as satin…
The sunlight caressed her body as gently as a lover's hand. Her skin, softened by the hot water, gradually flushed a rosy hue. Her beautiful, lustrous hair, like a dark cloud, spread out, obscuring her alluring figure underwater. Her radiant, pink face was even more translucent than the rare pebbles treasured in the imperial palace!
What is beauty?
Her disheveled hair, her alluring eyes like silk, her slightly parted cherry lips…
her crystal-clear body, her slender, shapely ankles…
everything about her was unlike anything Lao Gao had ever seen in his life. Even among the many beauties in the imperial harem, only Consort Pang, who was the emperor's favorite, could compare.
Ten… no, including Lao Gao, it was eleven. All eleven grown men were stunned, speechless.
The beauty seemed oblivious to everything around her, as if nothing in the world could make her feel more comfortable and refreshed than taking a hot bath. Even if there were many men standing at the door, she didn't care at all. Her watery phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, her gaze deep and seductive, her fragrant lips smiling sweetly, as if admiring the infinitely beautiful curves of her legs.
Xia Dade swallowed hard with a "gurgling" sound, almost forgetting to clear his throat. He coughed and came back to his senses, muttering, "Beautiful...so beautiful...just like the Empress."
Old Gao hummed in response twice before realizing what he was saying, and angrily said, "Bullshit! How can the Empress compare to her? Only Consort Pang and Wen..." Before he could finish, he was mesmerized again.
Even a man taking a bath would be quite frightened if suddenly seen with so many burly men barging in. The beautiful woman, however, didn't even flinch. She remained comfortably half-reclined, half-sitting in the tub, not even lifting her eyelids. She let the dozen or so lustful eyes gaze at her smooth, flawless skin. She simply focused on her slender figure. Only when the water had almost dried did she raise her delicate hand and alluringly brush a strand of hair behind her ear. With a chuckle, she winked at the crowd: "Gentlemen, have you never seen a woman bathe before?" Her voice was soft and seductive, brimming with endless allure!
Nine out of ten imperial guards were captivated by her beautiful gaze, their souls seemingly flying off to who-knows-where. The remaining one trembled, his crotch completely soaked.
Everyone's face was filled with greedy eyes; some stared intently, others burned with lust. The beautiful woman, however, remained unperturbed, slowly washing herself with a pale red silk handkerchief, as if trying to wash away all her fatigue and weariness… If most men become like dogs when they see a naked beauty, then the eleven men at the door were wolves—red-eyed…vicious wolves!

Chapter Twelve: I'm a Gentleman

"You!" Old Gao suddenly shouted, startling everyone and causing them to tremble. They barely recovered from their daze.
"Did you…did you see a young master-looking man run…run in?" Old Gao panted, bombarding her with questions, his eyes almost blazing as he frantically looked away, afraid that if he looked back, he would be captivated by the beautiful woman's alluring charm and be unable to look away again.
"Hmm…I didn't see a young master, but I did see a few soldiers." The beautiful woman smiled gently, a hint of alluring beauty flashing in her eyes.
"Who?"
"It's none other than you all."
"You..." Xia Dade was about to explode when her watery phoenix eyes glanced at him, and he immediately felt a tightness in his chest, his ears ringing. His anger instantly transformed into an uncontrollable desire.
"Really nothing?" Old Gao gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, still not daring to glance at the bathtub.
"No means no, you can ask me if you don't believe me." The beauty was nonchalant, her beautiful eyes darting around a few times, her rosy lips slightly upturned, a hint of slyness in her elegance.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Just glimpsing the beauty's stunning body, they were already captivated, unable to look away no matter how hard they tried. If they could enter her most private boudoir... tsk tsk tsk, the thought of such a sensual and alluring experience made them forget their own names.
But this group of roughnecks, clad in armor and wielding weapons, stormed into someone's carefully furnished bedroom—even if the room's owner was merely a courtesan singing and dancing in a brothel, how could a few vulgar soldiers so easily defile the charm and allure of her every smile and gesture?
A heavy sense of guilt welled up within everyone, some even feeling an urge to leave the building immediately!
"Search!" Suddenly, Old Gao shouted.
"What?" Everyone froze, unable to comprehend why their leader was so heartless.
"Search!" Old Gao gritted his teeth, hardening his heart as he gave the order, his nails digging deep into his left wrist, the spreading pain barely keeping him conscious.
"Hey, you guys really..." The beauty panicked, a rare hint of unease appearing on her pretty face. "
In the palace, any obstruction of justice will be arrested!" Old Gao turned away, halfway back, a token appearing in his hand.
A glint of light flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes, disappearing in an instant. She had already clearly seen the words on the gold plaque, and her luscious red lips pouted, "Hmph, search me then, I don't have a man hiding in my room."
The imperial guards filed in.
"Sir, there's no one in the west wing."
"No one in the east wing either." "
The boudoir is empty." "
There's no one hiding in the corner of the hall."
...
The Shence Battalion is indeed the Shence Battalion, their efficiency is truly high. In just half a cup of tea's time, the entire building had been searched
. Old Gao blushed for the first time, turned around and clasped his hands in a deep bow to the beautiful woman.
"There is no one hiding in the building. We were negligent and searched by mistake. We hope the young lady will not take offense."
"Hehehe, you're joking, sir. How could I dare—oh, the water's getting cold."
Although she didn't say it directly, the meaning was clear. Old Gao felt ashamed and quickly told his brothers to leave.
It took a whole cup of tea to get out of the house, because everyone who went out... no, even while they were still walking out, couldn't help but turn back, hoping to catch another glimpse of the beauty in the bathtub.
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"Hey! Have you had enough? Come out!" As soon as the footsteps faded, the beautiful woman plunged her slender, snow-white fingers into the water, her voice sweet and coquettish.
"Splash—"
"Plop—"
A head popped out of the water—it was none other than Pang Yu.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! Good sister, thank you, you really scared me to death."
"Oh, you're so sweet-talking. Are you feeling embarrassed after taking advantage of me?" The beautiful woman teased him first, then burst into a coquettish laugh, displaying an alluring charm that seemed to ask no one.
Just now, Pang Yu was hiding inside the wooden tub, pressed tightly against her, their chests, waists, and thighs rubbing against each other. His entire face was buried between her high, full breasts, obscuring the entire undulating expanse of her peaks. Fortunately, her hair and the bathwater provided some cover; otherwise, just looking at her would have been incredibly alluring, a level of sensuality that could only be described through personal experience!
Stimulated, Pang Yu almost forgot the danger before him. He pulled her into his arms from the water, his hands gripping her voluptuous, soft body firmly in his embrace. The alluring fragrance of orchids and musk filled his nostrils even through the water, penetrating to his very core, instantly creating a blissful, almost intoxicating sensation.
To conceal his actions, the woman acted as if it were a normal bath, and with each slight movement of her legs, the friction between their bodies intensified, instantly arousing Pang Yu's physical reaction. His surging, erect penis pressed against the inside of her thigh, precisely against a fleshy, slightly sunken spot!
Let alone the current Pang Yu, even the former dissolute Marquis Anle, who had countless women to his name, would have been unable to resist in this situation. His iron arms tightened their grip on the beauty's buttocks, his thighs squeezing and caressing her more intensely, their movements alternating, making Pang Yu both excited and anxious, completely forgetting the danger outside.
It was fortunate that the beauty could endure it, managing to suppress the sounds of desire escaping her lips until Lao Gao and the others had all left.
Pang Yu struggled to the surface, panting heavily. He had to express his gratitude, of course, but as for the rest…
well, let's just pretend nothing happened! Nonsense! We're gentlemen. Even if we took advantage, it was only out of necessity, forced under considerable circumstances. Subjectively, he had no intention of bullying the beauty—yes, he indulged in his lustful desires, and got his hands dirty, but that's all Lao Gao's fault for not leaving sooner! What business is it of his!
Of course, it was Pang Yu who was "staring," since the woman was less than half a foot away.
The woman's figure was absolutely stunning; her breasts were high and full, her nipples erect and rosy, and the alluring cleavage that had captivated him so many times trembled under the clear water. Her cloud-like hair swayed gently with the current, revealing her round navel and smooth, supple waist—every part of her exuded indescribable allure!
Pang Yu's heart skipped a beat, a burning desire surging within him. Just as he was about to pounce, a sudden weight pressed down on his collarbone. The woman's graceful, long, smooth, and plump thighs were already pressed against his shoulders, pinning him against the edge of the tub.
"Good little brother—" the woman murmured sweetly, her flawless, rosy face radiating a wild and seductive charm. Her cheek pressed against Pang Yu's without any hesitation, her smile utterly malicious.
"What, what is it?"
"You've had enough of bullying your sister, haven't you?
" "...Ah...um." "
Now it's your turn to bully me, be good, come on—"

Chapter Thirteen: Sister Will Serve You

Well The brocade curtains were still warm, the fragrance lingering, and the exquisitely carved sandalwood bed was draped with light gauze
curtains on all four sides. On the fragrant quilt and soft couch lay a woman with alluring curves, half-naked and voluptuous. The thin, gossamer-like gauze covering her body was pulled down to her shoulders and elbows, layer upon layer, perfectly embracing her plump, tender pink arms like snow lotus roots. Her full, pear-shaped, plump, and erect breasts were squeezed forward, trembling with dazzling waves of snow, as if they were alive.
"Good little brother, sister is here, you'd better take it." The beauty breathed softly and moaned, her soft voice almost inaudible.
"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer!" Pang Yu, his face filled with terror, stumbled backward, bracing himself against the bed.
The two emerged from the bathtub; the beauty merely wrapped herself in a light veil, and then…
then, somehow, Pang Yu became completely dazed, his movements utterly uncontrollable. When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find himself in the fragrant boudoir of a beautiful woman, pushed straight down onto the headboard by her delicate hand!
“Why aren’t you coming any closer? This is my sister’s bed!” "The beautiful woman's eyes were alluring, her high, firm breasts rippled with beautiful waves, her snow-white body and slender curves, veiled by a light gauze, resembled a peony in the smoke. Her
delicate, fragrant mouth exhaled a breath as sweet as orchids, carrying a fiery heat that brushed against Pang Yu's face. Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, her curves were exquisite and charming, her skin as smooth as satin, her slender arms, rounded shoulders, and below were maddeningly firm breasts, the tips of which, like two pale red rubies, exuded a captivating fragrance. The deep cleavage between her breasts was the soft, fragrant pillow he had repeatedly fallen into... Her rounded, high buttocks connected to her thighs without a single ounce of excess fat, so pert that it was impossible to look away!
"Little brother, where are you looking? Don't peek, come here—I'll let you see as much as you want." "The beautiful woman, her bare, slender, white feet exposed, leaned against him. Her hair was slightly disheveled, she breathed softly, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and a few strands of hair clung to her lips. Her delicate fingers reached to untie the sash binding her light gauze waist.
'Don't...don't take it off! If you come any closer, I...I'll call for help!' Pang Yu cried out in fright, backing away repeatedly.
He was a completely innocent man, knowing nothing and knowing nothing—practice is the sole criterion for testing truth, and mere observation by cavalry and infantry (cavalry is censored, infantry is **) doesn't count!
If the woman opposite him were a shy, delicate young girl, timidly waiting for him to take her, or if she seduced him just right, arousing his desire and making him lie there obediently without needing to do anything more, Pang Yu might...no, Pang Yu 100% would have pulled off her clothes and ripped off her pants, pouncing on her like a hungry wolf.
The problem was, the woman lying in the same bed with him now was truly..." A woman of captivating charm and allure, before Pang Yu could even act, had already loosened her robes and thrown herself into his arms, attempting to push him down—my goodness! Such a wanton mature woman, no less alluring than Lanlan (a true AV actress), and perhaps even more so, was far beyond the reach of the pure-hearted Marquis Anle, whose body was utterly innocent (except for his left hand) and whose mind was utterly pure (though her lewdness didn't seem dirty at all!). It was already a miracle he hadn't jumped out of bed in fright.
The beauty chuckled, her slender finger tapping his nose, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and said with a smile, "What, are you afraid I'll eat you up? Don't worry~~ I'll be very gentle." The sheer veil drooped further, revealing her snow-white, smooth breasts, beneath which lay a pair of ripe, melon-like mounds. The veil couldn't conceal their curves, instead creating layers of tight folds that revealed their mature fullness—a truly breathtaking sight!
The beauty's words reminded Pang Yu.
"Oh my god, this...this...this...she's going to rape me!
Good heavens!" Pang Yu's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and cold sweat poured down his back.
Was it an illusion? Was it just an illusion? Shouldn't this scene of breaking into a young woman's room and defiling her be him, accompanied by his vicious henchmen, storming into some family's young lady's room in broad daylight and doing all that? When did the roles reverse, from perpetrator to victim, being pinned down on the bed by a woman and forced to do *that*?!
"Come on, be a good girl, and I'll serve you well." "
A beautiful woman's soft, smooth hand reached up to his chest and began to undress him. Her exquisitely beautiful face flushed crimson, and she let out soft, whimpering moans, her laughter turning into trembling, panting breaths.
The innocent Pang Yu was so frightened that he shrank back, but suddenly his back stiffened and he found himself pressed against the wall with nowhere left to retreat."
Pang Yu was startled. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of the deep, white cleavage beneath the sheer fabric. He instantly recalled the wonderfully plump and voluptuous feel of her flesh in the bathtub—plump and incredibly elastic. Even his relatively sensitive cheek couldn't detect any stiffness in her lean, muscular ribs. His heart pounded, his mouth watered, and his breathing became heavy. His erect penis hardened and bent, pushing his crotch high…
He quickly bent over to try and cover himself, but as he leaned forward, the beauty embraced him, giggling and pressing him between her breasts.
Pang Yu instinctively struggled, reaching out to push her away, but the moment he touched the fabric, he felt its soft, smooth elasticity, as if it would bounce his entire hand back!
If it weren't for that initial bump that touched the beauty's collarbone, Pang Yu would have thought she was boneless. Even through a thin veil, her body was incredibly soft, her fingers, tightly gripping her full breasts, sinking more than halfway in, squeezing out a creamy, smooth, juicy substance that looked like it was about to drip. Even her erections beneath her clothes were soft and bouncy, trembling at the slightest touch, as if milk were about to gush out.
This...this woman isn't made of water, is she?!
Pang Yu was so nervous he was covered in sweat, making their thighs stick together, wet and clinging. The subtle trembling of her body was incredibly pleasurable, making every pore on his body seem to open up, igniting his burning desire, making him unwilling to let go.
Damn it, it would be a crime not to take advantage of such a beautiful woman!
Having grasped this "key" point, and hearing the beautiful woman's short, sweet moans, the last vestiges of the gentleman Pang Yu's composure were instantly shattered by the burning passion of his desire. He let out a low growl, grabbed her fragrant shoulders, and pressed the limp, naked woman down onto the bed. He lifted her knees, bending her long, alluring legs into an inverted "E" shape, and pounced like a wild beast.
But his pounce came up empty!
The woman seemed to have vanished in an instant… no, she had simply disappeared, draped in a light veil and sitting on the edge of the bed, the pink curtains hanging loosely on either side pulled down. Pang Yu, no longer consumed by lust, tried to embrace her from behind, but suddenly the door was kicked open, revealing Ye Gucheng, the chief guard, and a group of imperial guards including Lao Gao and Xia Dade, all with livid faces!
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Chapter Fourteen: Worse Than a Beast

"Oh dear, it's you gentlemen, why are you here again?" Without a trace of panic or hesitation, the beautiful woman rose gracefully with a charming smile, her voice sweet and soft with a hint of alluring annoyance, "Just now, I was bathing and changing in my room, and you all barged in without warning... Hmm, perhaps you didn't get enough of me at first, so you..."
"We're here to find someone!" Ye Gucheng coldly interrupted.
"Oh, this official." The beautiful woman glanced at him with her alluring eyes, her voice sweet and seductive, "You don't know what your men were like just now... Oh, never mind, I'm so embarrassed." As she spoke, a blush rose on both cheeks, exuding charm and seductive allure, making everyone stare.
"Enough nonsense!" Ye Gucheng was the only one who could remain calm, but he didn't dare stare at her any longer, his eyes slightly shifting, his sharp, hawk-like gaze searching around.
"But I've already searched here, and there's no young master at all."
"Really? You've searched everything?"
"Of course."
"Hmph, have they looked for the bathtub where you bathed, young lady?"
Upon hearing this, Pang Yu's lust vanished instantly, and he quietly shrank back inside.
"My lord—" the beautiful woman exclaimed dramatically, her pearly teeth lightly biting her full, alluring red lips, her high breasts heaving. "What are you saying? I am but a weak woman, struggling to make a living in the capital with no one to rely on. How dare I defy the government and act on my own..."
Her soft, melodious voice stirred the imagination. Even Ye Gucheng, the top expert of the Imperial Guard, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, secretly marveling at her beauty. He thought, "When did the Pianxian Pavilion acquire such a bewitching beauty? The Four Beauties are nothing compared to her. Even the one the Emperor has coveted for years but hasn't been able to obtain... is probably no match for her. Hmm, adding Consort Pang would make her one of the three great beauties of Bianliang City."
"Ahem!" Realizing his thoughts had crossed a taboo, Ye Gucheng quickly coughed twice, regaining his upright demeanor.
"Whether you have the guts or not, a search will tell." He shouted sternly.
"Fine, then search all you want—really, I told you there's nothing there, but you still don't believe me. Don't blame me if you've wasted your time." The beautiful woman shrugged slightly, giving everyone a flirtatious glance, then sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile, casually stretching, emphasizing her alluring curves and charm.
"No need, I'll only search the bed." Ye Gucheng strode forward.
"No." The beautiful woman stood up abruptly, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes, surprisingly cold.
"Why not?"
"This is my bed, no one is allowed to touch it." Her seductive smile vanished instantly, replaced by a stern, pure expression, making it hard to believe she was the same alluring woman she had been moments before.
Ye Gucheng smiled, a suggestive smile, his expression like... a seasoned philanderer.
Men are all lustful, this guy is definitely no good either.
Pang Yu cursed inwardly.
"Easy. I, Ye, am the most discerning man when it comes to appreciating beauty. If you find it inconvenient, then let them go out and I'll search you myself. As for your fee for the night, I'll offer it to you in cash." He spoke as he walked forward, his steps slow, his dark face, as if cast from iron, flashing with a bluish aura. One hand casually pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Sir, what... what are you doing?" A hint of panic flashed in the beautiful woman's large, dark eyes, completely at odds with the fleeting, cold smile on her lips that even Ye Gucheng hadn't noticed. Her delicate body trembled, and she timidly retreated, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a thud. The hand hidden behind her back landed squarely in front of Pang Yu.
Peeking through the pink tasseled curtains, Pang Yu vaguely saw a glimmer of silver light. But Ye Gucheng was getting closer and was about to catch him red-handed. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous; his heart was pounding at 180+, almost bursting out of his chest. He had no time to care what that fleeting glimmer of silver light was.
Ten steps… eight steps… five steps…
Ye Gucheng drew closer and closer to the bed. Undoubtedly, as a master protector of the emperor, even without lifting the curtain, he could sense the man lying inside.
“Eh!” With only three steps left, Ye Gucheng suddenly stopped, his thick eyebrows furrowing as his gaze shifted to the foot of the bed. The beautiful woman's
expression changed, and Pang Yu behind the curtain held his breath in tension.
The two had just been playing a game of intimacy on the bed, almost making love, and Pang Yu's boots were lying at the foot of the bed. Ye Gucheng had clearly seen them!
The beautiful woman's phoenix eyes turned cold, radiating a chilling light. Her slender fingers, like a protective mother cat, revealed sharp nails, their silver light gleaming as if ready to unleash a storm of…killing shadows!
“Damn it, we’ve been tricked! Retreat!” Unexpectedly, Ye Gucheng stared at Pang Yu's boots for five seconds, then, with a dark expression, gave a heavy snort and turned to leave.
Before Pang Yu could react to what was happening, all the imperial guards had vanished without a trace.
The two remained silent until Ye Gucheng led his men away from the small building.
"Alright, they're all gone, everything's fine now." The beautiful woman gently turned her head and smiled at him. The silver light between her fingers had long since disappeared. Her starry eyes were dreamlike, her black hair was flowing, and a patch of snow-white skin on her neck was dazzlingly white.
"I'm fine, sister, are you in trouble?" Pang Yu was actually laughing, a laugh that was completely out of character, even more lewd than Ye Gucheng's, showing none of the panic and tension he had shown when they were alone together before. Even more shockingly, he wrapped his arms around the beauty from behind, one leg pressing against her full, firm buttocks, his sweaty body pressed tightly against hers, face to face with the beauty who had turned her head to the side, their breaths mingling.
The beauty was stunned, instinctively struggling a few times to no avail.
"W-what are you doing!?"
The situation suddenly reversed; Pang Yu had become unusually bold, and a rare hint of fear appeared in the beauty's eyes, her full breasts heaving rapidly.
Pang Yu tightened his grip on her, deliberately squinting at her chest, chuckling, "What I'm going to do, sister, don't you know?"
The beauty's face changed color, exclaiming in astonishment, "Are you crazy!?" She hurriedly tried to cover herself.
"What do you think, sister?" Pang Yu grabbed her glistening ear, mischievously blowing a breath into it.
"Ah—" she exclaimed softly, her body trembling inexplicably. Her composure in dealing with the Imperial Guards had vanished, leaving her completely bewildered.
The beauty struggled to escape, but Pang Yu held her tightly by the shoulder.
"Good sister, I've thought it through." Pang Yu brushed aside her fragrant hair, leaned closer, and softly called her name. His suggestive voice filled the air, instantly reddening her thin, translucent earlobe like a crimson jade plate. Her body stiffened as if struck by lightning, her blushing face burning hot enough to steal one's soul.
“If I take advantage of you like this, I’d be a beast. But if I don’t, I’d be worse than a beast. So, I have no choice but to be a beast. And…”
“And my intuition tells me that although you’re outwardly alluring and charming, you’re actually still a pure virgin. In other words…”
“If I were bold enough to take you now, I’d be your first man!”

Chapter Fifteen: Murderous Intent in Lust

The beautiful woman’s face changed drastically. Just as she was about to struggle, Pang Yu was faster. He leaned forward and tackled her.
Caught off guard, the beautiful woman let out a soft moan as her body fell completely into Pang Yu’s grasp. She never dreamed that Pang Yu, who had been so easily subdued and blushing just moments before, would suddenly attack, and so ruthlessly, abandoning his previous shyness and weakness. In her shock, she was powerless to fight back.
"You, you shouldn't talk nonsense, I... I already..." In a broken, whispered voice, the beautiful woman lowered her watery almond eyes, a strange pink blush rising on her face. Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrance as sweet as orchids and musk that wafted into Pang Yu's nostrils: "You bad boy, you brat, I saved your life and you're making fun of me..."
"You had a man before, huh? Fine, I'll try." Pang Yu was confident he had her under his thumb. He grabbed the woman's wrists with his right hand, pulled her closer with his left arm, and brought his face close to hers, greedily gazing at her long eyelashes and delicate cheeks before lowering his head to kiss her fragrant lips.
"Don't... Ah!" the woman cried out, her face showing shock and shame for the first time. Her delicate, white hands clutched her chest, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Please, don't... don't..."
Pang Yu just wanted to laugh wildly!
While the beautiful woman and Ye Gucheng were confronting each other, he, hiding in the tent, suddenly understood something.
Chuixue led him to the Pianxian Pavilion, showering him with praise along the way, extolling the beauty of his master's four old flames, how stunningly beautiful they were, how their fame spread far and wide, how they were artists who didn't sell their bodies but were all taken by his master in one night, thus becoming infamous as the "playboy kingpin" of the brothel world... Chuixue kept praising the four beauties, never mentioning the stunningly beautiful woman there, so beautiful she could make one lose their mind and become disoriented. Compared to the four beauties, she was like a fifty-dollar streetwalker compared to an international superstar you couldn't even touch even if you spent fifty thousand—in short, Pang Yu was a master, and he wouldn't refuse a beautiful woman. Chuixue was a dutiful servant; he wouldn't know who his master slept with. Since he hadn't mentioned her, there was only one explanation:
the beauty had just arrived at the Pianxian Pavilion and hadn't started serving customers yet!
What else could it be? If she were to appear on stage, she would undoubtedly be the most sought-after courtesan. Would Chuixue, who's always scheming to curry favor with her master, not tell him?
Pang Yu's mind raced. He guessed she was still a virgin—such alluring beauty, if she were to perform as a courtesan, would be the most sought-after courtesan of all. On her first night, she'd surely make those rich young masters and playboys throw money around and fight tooth and nail. How could she have been defiled before even appearing on stage?
It's simply because she's naturally beautiful, and perhaps she's been exposed to the ways of the brothel, or perhaps the madam hired someone to train her, teaching her all sorts of seductive tricks. Her charm flows naturally, making her appear like a seductive woman at first glance. But in reality, she's just like him—all theory, no practice, all show!
The beautiful woman, bored from living alone in her small building for so long, couldn't resist teasing a handsome young man dressed as a servant who had barged in. She assumed he would be seduced by her beauty like other men, easily manipulated—the future top courtesan of the brothel, "seducing" a mere servant would be a piece of cake.
Unfortunately, this servant was no ordinary servant!
Pang Yu deliberately feigned infatuation, striking first, and it worked perfectly. He deduced that the woman only enjoyed showing off her intelligence and beauty, and had absolutely no experience in matters of pleasure. Recalling her lonely and miserable past life, and then thinking about how, even after transmigrating and gaining status, position, and power, she was even worse off—not only had she failed to secure a maidservant, but she had almost been...played by a woman while seeking pleasure at a brothel!
Pang Yu was furious, absolutely furious. His rage was extraordinary; he threw all sense of propriety, morality, and social harmony to the wind. His grinning face slammed close to the beautiful woman's pert nose, and at near-breath-to-touch distance, he sneered, "Since you've seduced me, sister, I'll satisfy you! 69... nipple clamps... back riding... you can choose whatever you like."
The woman was horrified, filled with shame, hatred, anxiety, and anger. After several failed attempts to resist, she tore apart the pink gauze covering her chest, leaving her bare neck and collarbone exposed. Her shapely breasts, radiating beauty, were completely revealed to Pang Yu, her delicate, budding breasts just an inch from his lips!
"Good sister, do you have any red wine... oh, strong liquor?" Pang Yu leered, a smile a thousand times brighter than Ye Gucheng's. "During foreplay, sister, how about giving me an ice-and-fire session? It's a two-person affair; I'll put in the effort, sister, so you should put in the effort too." He lowered his head, as if to lean in and suckle.
His words were rather modern, and the beautiful woman didn't understand them all at first. However, seeing Pang Yu's rapid breathing, bloodshot eyes, bulging veins on his forehead, and the beast-like gurgling sounds coming from his mouth, she could guess what wicked scheme he was plotting. Of course, there was also this absolutely lewd, shameless, and wanton action. Even the most lewd devil couldn't be more wicked!
The beautiful woman desperately pushed him away, her crystal-clear jade cheeks burning with pink flames, and said with a mixture of shame and anxiety, "You dare...you dare to take liberties with me...I...I will haunt you as a ghost...I will haunt you as a ghost!"
Damn it, if you won't haunt me, I won't haunt you either.
The servants weren't to be trifled with either!
Pang Yu became ruthless, pinning the beautiful woman's hands down onto the bed, and pounced on her, half-riding on top of her.
The beautiful woman's watery eyes were filled with panic, her cheeks flushed, and she gasped for breath, her delicate body trembling slightly: "No, no! This is my first time, you can't..."
Mentioning this only fueled Pang Yu's anger. Despite his extensive knowledge of erotic literature and countless adult videos, he had almost been forced into a brothel on his first visit! He was utterly humiliated!
"It's alright, I'm a virgin too. Exchanging virgins won't hurt,"
Pang Yu growled, his eyes blazing with lust. His arms tightened around her slender waist, his hand darting under her delicate fabric bodice, directly touching her buttocks, instantly revealing a damp patch of sweat.
"Eek...!" The beautiful woman gasped in surprise, her chin lifting, her eyes filled with panic and resentment. She tried to prop herself up with her sweat-drenched body in a final struggle, her high, firm breasts creating a beautiful wave that indirectly bumped against Pang Yu's cheek.
This was fucking amazing!
Pang Yu almost cried out in pleasure.
Not only were these breasts the object of his affection, but the woman herself was like a ripe peach. Her mature, firm breasts, when gently squeezed, sent a smooth, taut sensation through her cleavage. His hands desperately burrowed between her buttocks, his middle finger suddenly finding a delicate opening.
Pang Yu knew what it was, but his target was the front. He grabbed her plump, beautiful buttocks and pulled her forcefully against himself, his slender, delicate waist almost breaking under his weight.
The beautiful woman blushed and breathed heavily, a deep bewilderment beneath her thick, long eyelashes. She hadn't expected things to develop this way.
Pang Yu was incredibly excited. He watched as the thin, white silk beneath the beautiful woman, soaked through, revealed rosy skin, highlighting two peach-like mounds, their surfaces faintly covered in fine hairs. A narrow slit in the center revealed an endless, intoxicating, maddening, and irresistible allure!
Pang Yu could no longer control himself. Without hesitation, he grabbed her delicate ankles and ripped the thin veil from below, leaving her completely naked. He grinned and rose, lifting her knees and bending her alluring legs. His hot, sticky member, coated in his own fluids, thrust into her tender, narrow opening.
"No—" the beauty cried out, her breath trembling, her back arching as she desperately tried to push Pang Yu away.
At this point, you're still telling me no?
Faced with such a beauty, Pang Yu naturally couldn't stop. His iron arms tightened their embrace, pressing firmly against the woman's buttocks. With each thrust, his penis sank deeper, pressing down on the damp gauze and embedding itself within.
"Please, no...no..." The final murmur trembled softly and sweetly, like a dream. The intoxicating fragrance spraying against Pang Yu's ears made him even more unable to restrain himself. "Rip—" He forcefully tore the gauze in two and threw it aside, pressing his body against the indentation.
The instant of contact felt as if a thousand tongues were moving simultaneously, blowing, sucking, and licking, pushing the pleasure throughout his body to its extreme. Compared to the previous, half-hearted approach, the pleasure was a hundred times greater. Pang Yu's mind went blank for a moment. The part inside him was squeezed and swollen to more than twice its original size. A tingling, numb, itchy, and throbbing sensation shot through his scrotum, perineum, and tailbone, rushing straight to his spine!
"Ahhh—" The stunningly beautiful woman sobbed, her flowing black hair disheveled. Her slender arms, unable to support her weight, collapsed against the headboard, convulsing.
Her cherry-red face slumped against the silk pillow, helplessly turning to the side.
It was an angle Pang Yu couldn't see. In that moment of utter weakness, the beauty's bewildered eyes suddenly sharpened, becoming clear and icy. Her previously weak and powerless hand suddenly rose, a gleaming silver needle appearing between her index and middle fingers. Her fingernails, stained crimson with balsam juice, drew a strange arc in the air, flying silently towards the unsuspecting Pang Yu, lost in lust!
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) Chapter Sixteen: A Little Servant Seduces a Courtesan

"Ah!" A scream.
"Ah!" Two cries.
"Whoosh—" Three… Hmm, what's that sound of the curtains being pulled open!?
Just before the silver needle pierced his skin, a large hand reached in and yanked open the curtains with a "whoosh."
"Ahhhhh!" Pang Yu was startled, his attack halted completely. He nearly jumped off the beautiful woman's alluring body, frantically grabbing the blanket to cover his chest, shrinking back into the bed—alas, being innocent is just unforgivable; his reaction to being caught was too intense.
"Ah!" The woman also gasped, but it was clearly feigned. Her almond-shaped eyes flashed with a sharp light before filling with terror and panic. The silver needle, only half an inch from the back of Pang Yu's head, instantly retracted. Her jade-like hand fell limply to her side, her pretty face turning deathly pale… In short, aside from being caught in bed together, everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
"Who…who are you!?" Pang Yu hadn't recovered from the shock, his words stammering.
Standing before the bed was a plump, overweight madam—ah, back then they were called a brothel madam. Her bright red silk dress was inlaid with gold and silver thread, her head adorned with jewels and ornaments, and she wore at least five or six different beaded necklaces. Her face was covered in a thick layer of face powder. Her figure… well, she was incredibly obese; her breasts, waist, and thighs were all about the same thickness. He estimated her weight to be at least 150… no, 180… kilograms.
To say she was ugly wouldn't be entirely accurate; aside from her obesity, the madam wasn't particularly frightening. But if you and a beautiful woman were having sex and suddenly a hefty, overweight woman barged in, wouldn't you be startled? The romantic atmosphere would vanish instantly, and for the next two weeks, someone might have nightmares at any moment.
“Madam—” Before the overweight madam could even speak, the beautiful woman had already giggled and leaned back, completely disregarding her body, her private parts fully exposed.
The moment the word "Mama" was uttered, Pang Yu suddenly remembered a certain middle-aged woman. Her figure, her looks, her plumpness, her weight—she was a spitting image of Lydia Shum! Right, the actress who played the Yaksha Mama in "Du Shiniang the Courtesan"—wait, the madam of the Pianxian Pavilion was also called Yaksha Mama, could it be…no way, what a coincidence!
"Yaksha Mama…you, you're Yaksha Mama?"
The plump madam glared at him without saying anything more, seemingly acquiescing. She grabbed a dress and threw it at him, her face hardening. "Xiangrong, what are you doing in your room? I paid a fortune to bring you here, not so you could cheat on me."
"Xiangrong? Oh, 'Clouds long for clothes, flowers long for beauty, spring breezes caress the railing, dew is heavy,' what a beautiful name!" Pang Yu's boastful spirit returned, and he couldn't help but interject.
The Yaksha Mother coldly glanced at him and scolded, "How dare you be so insolent in front of me! Which household's servant are you from? I'll tell your master to punish you properly!"
Pang Yu was furious!
Damn it, you fat hag, I haven't even settled accounts with you for ruining my plans, and you dare to threaten me?!
"Punish you? Hahaha—" Pang Yu laughed, arrogantly cutting her off. He stood up before he even finished pulling up his pants, hands on his hips, "A true man doesn't change his name or surname. I'm Pang Si, Pang of Pang Si, Si of Pang Si. I'm a first-class servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion, serving the Marquis of Anle. If you think you can persuade my master, go ahead and complain to the Grand Tutor's mansion—humph, who's afraid of who?"
"The Marquis of Anle? Hehehe." Xiang Rong laughed so hard her body trembled, like a tree of crabapple blossoms being shaken apart.
"What are you laughing at?" Pang Yu saw that she seemed like a completely different person in the blink of an eye; the shyness and panic from a moment ago had vanished without a trace. He wondered if he had seen wrong.
"Before I came to Bianliang, I heard that Marquis Anle was a lecherous and licentious man... a dashing and debonair figure, known as the number one playboy in the capital. Now it seems it's true, even one of his servants..." Xiang Rong
raised her eyes, her gaze sparkling, and seeing his slightly embarrassed expression, she couldn't help but smile.
"You're all so blinded by lust and audacity, trying to do something bad to people without even asking."
Damn it, you were the one who seduced me first!
Pang Yu felt wronged and went over to grab her to explain, and incidentally... just incidentally, to give her a couple more gropes.
The Yaksha mother stretched out her hand, blocking the way like a wall: "Xiangrong is a beauty I searched all over the world and found with great difficulty. She is beautiful and talented, and is proficient in singing, dancing, playing instruments, poetry and prose. She will definitely win the beauty pageant this year. At that time, not to mention a mere servant of your Pang family, even if the Marquis of Anle came in person... Hmph, if you want to see our Xiangrong, you'll have to see if she's happy."
Pang Yu cursed inwardly, "Damn it! So what if she's a courtesan? Even with a famous reputation, she's still just a prostitute! If you piss me off, I won't wait for you to participate in that damn courtesan competition; I'll just snatch her back!" Damn it, it's only because his father has repeatedly forbidden his precious son from contacting women... such a seductive beauty is actually a virgin who's never served a customer... Oh my god, I can't resist, she's too alluring! I should really take her back to the manor tonight and... fuck her!
Daydreaming isn't illegal, but it's just a thought. Although his unscrupulous father wouldn't do anything to him—he only has one son, and he's too busy spoiling him—if he were to bring a bunch of lackeys to abduct a girl into the manor... he'd probably be intercepted by Grand Tutor Pang's men before he could even settle her in, and then sent back to where he was taken. In the end, there would be 100% stricter security and guards. And if he tried to sneak out to a brothel for fun—keep dreaming!
If blatant robbery doesn't work, then let's play dumb and outsmart the courtesan. The little servant seducing the courtesan is quite a scheme, Pang Yu thought, his mind racing. He quickly put on a pained expression and cried out in protest, "Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, Mother, you've misunderstood! It wasn't that Pang Si deliberately sneaked into Miss Xiang Rong's room to do anything improper. It's just that those officials wanted to arrest me for some reason, and Pang Si was truly desperate, so he was forced to..."
"May I ask how tall you are, young man?"
"1.7 meters..." Pang Yu almost blurted out his former height as a second-class disabled person.
"Six feet two inches (one foot equals 30.7 centimeters in the Song Dynasty)." He tossed his head casually; being almost 1.8 meters tall was quite impressive in the Song Dynasty, right?
"Is that so? That's strange then." The Night Demon Mother sneered, "The Imperial Guards came looking for a handsome young master, just over four feet tall but not quite five, with a face like powder and eyes like clear springs. Do you think you look like one in your servant's clothes?"
"Ah!?"

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