The domineering mountain king's wife

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"How dare you! How could you be so reckless?" The man in bright yellow robes roared, knocking the glass cup off the table and shattering it. The palace maids and eunuchs serving nearby trembled with fear, their legs shaking. The monarch of the Holy Martial Dynasty was notoriously strict; although he wouldn't kill indiscriminately, a single glare from him would make one restless and unable to eat or sleep.

"Hmph," the man kneeling below wasn't intimidated by the emperor's cold face at all, letting out a sarcastic snort.

"What? You're being polite now? You're usually quite reckless, teasing court officials, and I know you have a sense of propriety, so I haven't even questioned you. But this time, you've gone so far as to target the envoy from the Weixia Kingdom. Fortunately, Xiao Qi stopped you in time, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble it would have caused. Come with me to the post station to apologize to the envoy." "No," the man replied decisively.

"What did you say? Say it again!" the emperor slammed his fist on the table in anger. The eunuchs and palace maids, terrified, knelt on the ground, crying out, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down

!" The young prince curled his lip, repeating the same thing again, "No." "

I'll kill you today, you beast! To save you trouble later." The Emperor drew the Longyuan Sword from the wall, wielding it to strike the young prince. The young prince, without receiving an imperial decree, automatically stood up, nimbly dodging the Emperor's sword. Although he dared to argue with his elder brother and act disrespectfully, he dared not forget the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, so he only dodged without retaliating. "

Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please

calm down!" "Get out of my way!" The young prince kicked aside the eunuch blocking his path.

"You stop right there!" The Emperor chased after him, this somewhat damaging his usually dignified image. In the entire dynasty, only the young prince Zilun dared to provoke the Holy Martial Emperor like this. The Empress

Dowager has arrived ! The Empress Dowager has arrived! Long live the Empress Dowager! Long live the Emperor! Long live Prince Lun! "Who summoned the Empress Dowager?" the Emperor demanded sharply. Everyone bowed but remained silent. "What? Is my son so displeased with me?" A very well-maintained, elegant woman strolled in. "When did I say that?" The Emperor took a deep breath to suppress his anger. The young prince was already hiding behind the Empress Dowager, peeking at the Emperor with one eye. "Greetings, Mother." "You may rise, son. Why did you chase after Lun'er? What did Lun'er do?" The Empress Dowager gently patted Ao Zilun's hand, signaling him to calm down. "Zilun played a trick on the envoy, almost causing a death." "Were there any injuries?" "No." The Emperor's tone held a hint of helplessness. He knew the situation was hopeless when the Empress Dowager arrived. Trying to teach Ao Zilun a lesson today was a pipe dream. The Empress Dowager always doted on her younger brother, who resembled the late Emperor. "In that case, why did you chase after Lun'er so fiercely? You went too far." The Empress Dowager frowned slightly. "Yes, Mother is right." "Does Your Highness have anything else to discuss with Lun'er?" "No." "I have truly missed Lun'er these past few days. Since Your Highness and Lun'er have nothing to discuss, I will take him away." "Respectfully seeing off Your Highness." Long live the Empress Dowager! "Mother, my sister..." The little prince's mouth was covered. As everyone moved away from the Zhengqian Hall, the Empress Dowager's majestic aura vanished without a trace. She hugged Ao Zilun tightly, crying out in distress, "Oh my little darling! Did your brother hit you?" "No, I'm not stupid. Besides, if I really hit him, my brother might not be able to beat me." The little prince's tail was wagging high. The Empress Dowager reached out and pinched the little prince's back twice. "What are you doing, Mother?" The little prince was puzzled. Sometimes the Empress Dowager did things very unpredictably. "I'm pulling your tail; if you stick it out too high, you'll fall and hurt yourself." "Mother, what time is it? Why are you still making a fuss?" The young prince stomped his foot in protest, clinging to the Empress Dowager's hand and acting coquettishly. "The country is not broken, the family is not destroyed, there are no external worries, no internal troubles, why can't I make a fuss?" "Mother," the Empress Dowager said seriously, patting his head, "I know what's troubling you. I've always disliked marriage alliances between the two countries, but the King of Weixia is adamant that a marriage alliance is necessary before we'll sign the treaty for peaceful coexistence and the establishment of friendly relations. Neighboring countries all know that my Holy Martial Dynasty only has one princess, Princess Ning'an, and all the envoys from various countries have met your elder sister. There's no faking it. Your elder sister will marry the King of Weixia the day after tomorrow; this is a fait accompli and cannot be changed." "Alright. Don't bother your elder brother anymore. He's the ruler of the country; all matters, big and small, are decided by him. Don't cause him any more trouble. And Lun'er, you're so troubled, not wanting your elder sister to marry into the Wei Xia kingdom, but have you asked her? Ning Chen has always been very decisive; perhaps she doesn't think marrying into the Wei Xia kingdom is a bad idea at all?" "I didn't ask my elder sister. Mother, I won't stay with you any longer. I'm going to the princess's residence now. Zi Sai, quickly prepare my horse." The young prince hurriedly left. "Empress Dowager, you have already been more than kind to your sister and Princess Ning Chen. Please don't be so distressed. Take care of yourself. " An old nanny comforted him. "Wen Xin, I'll go back now." The carriage was set up in the Yihe Hall . "Your Majesty." "What is it?" "The young prince has sneaked out of the capital." Xiao Qi replied. "What?! Order someone to wait. Let him go. He's most unhappy about Ningchen's marriage; it'll be good for him to go out and clear his head." "What if the Empress Dowager asks?" "Tell the truth." "Should I send more guards to protect Prince Lun since he's out alone?" "Ha, even you misjudged Xiao Qi?" The Emperor put down his pen and spoke of Ao Zilun with a slightly relaxed tone. The Emperor's doting on Ao Zilun was no less than that of the Empress Dowager; one played the good cop , the other the bad cop. "I don't understand. Please enlighten me, Your Majesty." "To tell you the truth, among my brothers, Zilun is the most intelligent, a genius in both literature and martial arts, and meticulous in his thinking. Back then, Father Emperor intended to pass the throne to him, but Zilun had no interest in politics and therefore did not accept. Don't be fooled by his usual idleness and spendthrift appearance; that's just a facade." Xiao Qi was slightly incredulous; it seemed the young prince's image as a playboy was deeply ingrained in people's minds. However, he would never question the emperor's words. "Your subject understands." *** "Master, where are we going?" Zi Sai asked listlessly, driving the carriage weakly from the shaft. He didn't know what his master was thinking, buying a donkey to pull the carriage—it was too embarrassing. "Enough with the nonsense. Wherever Xiao Mo goes, we go." Ao Zi Lun lifted the curtain and tapped Ling Zi Sai on the head twice. (Xiao Mo is the donkey's name) "Um, Master, can we change the donkey to a horse?" "No!" Ao Zi Lun said decisively. "Are you the prince or am I? I said Xiao Mo will pull the carriage, so Xiao Mo will pull the carriage! That's right!" "What is it, Master?" Based on Ling Zi Sai's understanding of Ao Zi Lun, he must have come up with a fun idea. "Stop the car." Si Ao Zilun ripped the curtain down and threw it to Ling Zisai: "Cover Xiao Mo's eyes with this. After you're done, you come in too." "Yes, Master." From now on, Xiao Mo would really have to figure out where to go by blindfolded. "Where's Ahe?" "Boss, Ahe went to scout out the location." Wang Zhenghao bowed and stood beside Wang Heng, fawningly lighting his pipe for him. "Send a few more men to keep an eye on things." "Yes." "Boss, the brothers are back! This job was done brilliantly, the red ticket was very tempting." (Kidnapping a girl) "Haha," Wang Heng laughed and went out to greet them, "Brothers, you did a great job. Tonight we'll celebrate. Brothers, eat and drink to your heart's content. " "Does the boss have any women?" one of them asked loudly.

"Yes! Send someone to bring all the women from the brothels in town later." "Long live the chief!" "Hahaha!" "By the way, chief, we've occupied this mountain for quite a few years now. Shouldn't you find me a chieftain's wife? That way, our mountain stronghold will be perfect.

" Ahe suggested. The brothers of the stronghold responded, "But we haven't met anyone we like yet. My wife must be the most beautiful." "Hehe, chief, your wish will come true today." Ahe laughed lewdly.

"What?" Wang Heng asked after drinking a large bowl of wine.

"Chief, among the red tickets we tied up today, there's one who's as beautiful as a fairy." "Really? Let's go see." Wang Heng smashed the wine jar on the ground.

"Brothers! The chief is going to choose a chieftain's wife!"

Oh! Oh! Chieftain's wife

! Chieftain's wife! The crowd cheered and followed Wang Heng, laughing and joking.

"Master, these bandits are so rude, should I kill them?" Ling Zisai made a throat-slitting gesture. Xiao Mo drove to the bandits' den, and Ao Zilun was tied up and brought in along with Hong Piao.

"No need, I'm just killing time anyway, let's play with them. Hehe, this is the first time I've ever worn this bright red wedding robe." "That rude and boorish man is a toad trying to eat swan meat, actually wanting to marry you? Humph!" "Calm down, calm down. Zisai, have you forgotten your prince's greatest hobby? Do you know what this is?" Ao Zilun took out a purple bottle. Ling Zisai shook his head.

"This contains a top-grade aphrodisiac. Whoever takes this can love whomever they want. Even an 80-year-old woman is fine." "And this is a drug for impotence." "This is corpse-rotting powder." "This is a bone-dissolving pill." Looking at the small bottles in front of him, Ling Zisai felt a chill. He had forgotten that the prince's greatest hobby was tormenting people, and in front of him, no one could escape being taken advantage of.

"This is what the bandit leader is waiting for you to arrive," Ao Zilun said with an evil smile, looking at the small white bottle he had finally produced. "Zisai, step back." "Yes, Master." Ling Zisai hurriedly left, worried that Ao Zilun might use him as a test subject on a whim, which would be disastrous.

While waiting for Wang Heng's arrival, Ao Zilun was in a state of high excitement. His new drug had finally found a suitable test subject.

Creak.

"My lady, I'm here." Wang Heng had been almost drunk by the bandits, and Ahe had to help him in.

"My lord, please enjoy yourself. I'm leaving now. Hehe." Ahe chuckled lewdly and left, locking the door from the outside before he left.

"My lord finally has a wife."

"My lady." He lifted the bride's veil, and the bride lowered her head shyly. Seeing the bride's shy appearance, a surge of lust rushed to his groin.

Wang Heng was utterly captivated by the woman before him. She was exquisitely beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, a captivating charm, gentle grace, and the beauty to rival any beauty that could rival the moon and shame any flower.

"My lady," Wang Heng said, knowing he was a rough and uncouth man and afraid of startling the alluring woman before him. He fidgeted with his clothes, unsure what to say.

Ao Zilun stood up, went to the table, poured two cups of wine, and winked, saying, "Let's drink the nuptial wine." Ao Zilun's long, upturned eyelashes fluttered like tiny fans, making Wang Heng's heart flutter and his mouth dry.

"Alright,"

Ao Zilun replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched Wang Heng finish the spiked wine.

After Wang Heng had finished the wine, Ao Zilun lifted her robes and sat down with a carefree and elegant movement, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Wang Heng's next reaction.

"It's so hot!" The drug took effect quickly, and Wang Heng was covered in a thin layer of sweat, groaning about the heat as he unconsciously tugged at his clothes.

"The drug is working well." Ao Zilun leisurely sipped his tea, watching the unusual striptease with great interest. He found the striptease show in front of him even more interesting than the striptease performed by the Persian beauties from the Western Regions.

"It's so hot, so hot!" Wang Heng's clothes were disheveled, better than nothing, his slender and powerful body half-covered, adding a touch of hazy allure. His firm chest glistened with sweat, and beads of sweat would slowly slide down his chest muscles, eventually disappearing between his legs. Wang Heng exuded a masculine charm, and as Ao Zilun watched, his mouth went dry.

"Cough, do you want something cool?" Ao Zilun suddenly became interested, wanting to explore more of his seductive charm.

"Cool?? I want it, give it to me," he replied incoherently.

"Don't rush, wait a moment." Ao Zilun took out a small bottle, removed a bright green pill, and placed it in the tea. The pill dissolved instantly, and soon the tea turned crystal green. Ao Zilun looked at the tea, a wicked smile on his face, and splashed it onto Wang Heng.

"Ah, so cold, so comfortable!" The cool, crystal-green tea sent a pleasant shiver down Wang Heng's spine, and he sighed contentedly.

"Hehehe," Ao Zilun stared intently at Wang Heng's body, waiting for the changes.

Once the tea had fully penetrated Wang Heng's skin, the drug took effect. This drug specifically stimulated the skin, giving it the rosy hue of lovemaking. Wang Heng, perhaps due to frequent sun exposure, had a healthy tan, but now, after the drug's effect, his entire body turned a pale pink, as if coated with rouge. At that moment, a surge of heat shot through Ao Zilun's legs, and his manhood immediately hardened. Ao Zilun frowned slightly; his usually prideful self-control had crumbled so easily. With a sharp crack, Ao Zilun drew his whip from his waist.

With a flick, Wang Heng's thin shirt, barely covering his body, shredded into strips, leaving two red welts on his chest. Ao Zilun had only intended to teach this arrogant and ignorant bandit a lesson, but he hadn't expected the man to become aroused by him. "Hmph!" A cold snort escaped his nose. With a slight movement, the whip, as nimble as a snake, wrapped around Wang Heng's waist. With a pull, Wang Heng was dragged directly in front of Ao Zilun. Discarding the whip, Ao Zilun began to caress Wang Heng's skin, its elasticity and feel exquisite. The young prince Ao was never one to suppress his desires; since he was aroused, then so be it. Whether it was due to the drug or simply his natural sensitivity, Wang Heng was incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest touch caused small bumps to rise on his skin, and his legs involuntarily went weak. He nestled softly in Ao Zilun's arms, his red lips parted, moaning softly, his eyes misty. Seeing such a handsome and tall man reveal this side of himself, Ao Zilun's vanity was unprecedentedly satisfied. "What a sensitive body! My concubines are not even a tenth as good as you." Ao Zilun was extremely pleased. He touched Wang Heng's head, pulled off the headscarf, and his black hair flowed down like water to his waist. Touching Wang Heng's silky hair, he praised, "Excellent. This trip away from the capital was absolutely right. To find such a beauty in the wilderness is truly remarkable. I never thought I, Ao Zilun, would be so fortunate to be a talent scout, and you are the thoroughbred horse." He removed his fingers from Wang Heng's lips, the young prince's eyes deep and unfathomable. Looking at the red lips before him, his heart warmed, and he lowered his head to kiss them. He bent down, picked him up, and carried him to the bright red bed. He placed Wang Heng on the bed, and the young prince quickly tore off his clothes, rolling over and covering him. "Today, I'll pamper you properly." Looking at Wang Heng's intoxicated state, so alluring, the young prince's heart burned with desire. Tracing Wang Heng's features, he wondered what he would look like when sober; Ao Zilun felt a faint anticipation. He pressed down Wang Heng's struggling hands and feet. "Don't rush, we have plenty of time." The young prince always preferred consensual lovemaking and abhorred anything bloody. He gently soothed the restless Wang Heng, guiding him into a pleasurable state, gradually deepening his ecstasy until he was completely immersed. The night was deep; the young prince still had plenty of time to pamper the bandit king who was about to marry. The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and birds sang sweetly in the mountains. "Has the chief gotten up yet?" Seeing that it was getting late and Wang Heng still had to go to the main hall, Ahe came to ask the guards at the gate.

"Hehe, I don't think the boss will be able to get back to his old ways anytime soon."

Ahe was very cunning and knew immediately what the guard was laughing at. "Was it intense?" "Intense, extremely intense, the noise didn't subside until the fourth watch of the night." "Wow, that's impressive." Ahe's eyes widened in surprise. "Keep a close watch. No one is allowed to knock on the door if anyone comes looking for the boss. Let him wake up naturally." "Yes, sir!" "Brother," Ahe leaned closer to the guard, blinked, and whispered, "You enjoyed listening to that last night, didn't you?" "It was great at first, but then it wasn't. My lust got the better of me!" "Hehe," Ahe chuckled lewdly.

Afternoon, indoors.

Wang Heng opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, somewhat confused. Yesterday he got married, and in his joy, he was forced to drink a lot of alcohol by the men below. Later, Ahe took him into the room, and then the images blurred. He moved his body, "Hiss!" It hurt terribly, especially his waist, inner thighs, and buttocks. His whole body was weak and sore, as if he had been run over by a millstone.

"Awake?" Ao Zilun had woken up early and had been studying him.

"Who are you?" To be honest, Wang Heng was still a little confused.

"One night of passion last night, and you've already forgotten?" She rubbed Wang Heng's chest.

"My Lady."

"Hehe, I'd be happier if you called me husband."

Wang Heng looked completely puzzled. "What??"

Seeing his expression, Ao Zilun found it somewhat cute and smiled wickedly, "Hehe, come and touch it." She grabbed Wang Heng's hand and made him touch her chest and lower body.

Holding the thing in her hand, Wang Heng was shocked and speechless, his jaw dropped.

"Hahaha," Ao Zilun laughed heartily.

"You...you're a man?!" This fact was too unbelievable. Wang Heng slowly looked down at the thing in his hand, squeezing it again and again. It was indeed a rather impressive thing. He finally understood why that embarrassing place between his buttocks hurt so much. Although Wang Heng was a bandit leader, he wasn't a country bumpkin who hadn't seen the world.

But...but how could his delicate lady have turned into a man after just one night? Wang Heng was still deceiving himself, refusing to admit his poor judgment, having mistaken a man for a woman and married him, and even spending the night with him.

Ao Zilun, whose gloom over his elder sister's marriage to the Wei Xia monarch had vanished, was in high spirits and laughed, saying, "Trust your own eyes." "But you and I aren't like this..." Wang Heng stammered, reaching back to touch his own buttocks, his hand slippery. Wang Heng was shocked again, his face changing color rapidly—from green to white to black.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Wang Heng like this, the young prince laughed even harder; there was no way to stop someone from being wicked.

"Shut up!" Wang Heng roared, his face flushed red, "Damn it, you lied to me! You actually pretended to be a woman to fool me!" Wang Heng finally regained the imposing manner of a bandit king.

"I never said I was a woman; it was all your wishful thinking." The young prince picked up a strand of hair from Wang Heng's chest and twirled it around his finger.

"Damn it! How dare you pin me down!" Wang Heng finally got to the point.

"Vulgar. Don't call me 'father' in front of me again." Ao Zilun frowned.

"Damn! I'm willing." *Slap!

*

Ao Zilun slapped Wang Heng across the face without hesitation.

"You—" Wang Heng's eyes widened in anger. His dignity as the bandit king and as a man would not allow him to be insulted like this.

"I'll kill you." Wang Heng lunged at Ao Zilun. *Thump!

*

Ao Zilun extended a finger and gently pushed Wang Heng's shoulder, causing Wang Heng to fall backward.

"Wait until you have the strength to fight back. I'm always ready." The young prince gave Wang Heng's crotch and buttocks a meaningful look. Wang Heng was both angry and ashamed, his face flushed red.

"Cough!" The young prince opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and coughed twice. Seeing Wang Heng like this, he actually found him strangely cute, and his desire rose again, his erection pressing against Wang Heng's abdomen.

"Get away from me!" Wang Heng was even angrier. If he had the strength, he would definitely kill this beast in human skin.

"Cough," the young prince was a little embarrassed. He had taken Wang Heng five times last night, and now he wanted it again.

Feeling the hard object pressed against his waist, Wang Heng shuddered, his face flushed, and he roared, "If you dare touch me again, I will tear you to pieces when I have the strength." Ao Zilun rubbed Wang Heng's skin up and down. When he saw that the skin was tinged with a light red, he exclaimed, "Why hasn't the drug taken effect yet?" "What... what did you do?" Wang Heng's voice was slightly hoarse, and his body gradually heated up under Ao Zilun's twisting.

Seeing this, the young prince casually touched Wang Heng's more sensitive areas a couple more times, and Wang Heng's breathing became more rapid.

The young prince's eyes crinkled with laughter, revealing a truly sensitive nature. "Hehe, I didn't do anything, just a little bit of poison." Wang Heng was startled and said, "What poison? Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you leave safely. Otherwise, wait until I..." "Are you kidding me?" He lowered his head and bit Wang Heng's cheek. "Would you believe that if it were you?" Wang Heng turned his face away without speaking.

His lips moved down and bit Wang Heng's Adam's apple. "How about we make a deal?" "Hmm, what deal?" "I gave you a very strange poison, and only I can cure it in this world. This antidote needs to be taken in multiple doses, and the method of taking it is unique. If you let me stay in the stronghold and continue being the stronghold's wife, I'll help you cure the poison. How about it? You won't lose out, will you?" "Don't do this to me again." Wang Heng thought that this was the only option now. He would kill him when he recovered.

"Okay, I won't do this kind of thing willingly." A smile appeared on his lips.

"Deal, now release me."

"Wait, this needs to be dealt with first." Seeing the agreement reached, the young prince unexpectedly pushed Wang Heng onto the bed and began to sway his hips.

Soon after, sounds that made one blush and their heart race echoed from inside the room.

"Damn it, this position isn't so easy to hold down." The guard outside wiped his nosebleed and cursed.

***

Bang bang bang

"Boss! Boss! Boss!" Ah He pounded on the door.

"Boss, if you don't come out soon, someone might die." The door creaked open, and Ao Zilun gave Ah He a cold glance. "What?" For some reason, Ah He felt that the First Madam's gaze was incredibly authoritative, leaving him speechless. "Hey," the young prince kicked Ahe in the butt without ceremony, "Straighten your back, feet together, head up, chest out, eyes forward, and say it!" "Say it? Say what?" The young prince slapped Ahe across the face, "You were so loud just now, and you've already forgotten so quickly." "My second-in-command—" "Ahe, what's wrong?" Wang Heng came out and asked. "The head of the household—" Ahe's eyes reddened slightly, and he quickly hid behind Wang Heng, not daring to come out. He never expected that such a good person as the head of the household would marry such a tigress. "What happened to the second-in-command?" "The second-in-command took all the red tickets to his room, you'd better go and see, otherwise those red tickets—" If you're late, those girls will be doomed. "Hurry up." Seeing the two leave in a hurry, Ao Zilun followed them slowly with some curiosity. "Boss, I'm so sorry." "What's wrong?" "I shouldn't have encouraged you to get married. I never imagined that your beautiful wife would turn out to be such a shrew." Wang Heng patted Ahe's head with deep sympathy. "Why don't you divorce her, Boss?" "Cough." Ao Zilun heard it clearly.

"Boss, pretend I said nothing." Ah He was perfect for being a traitor.

"You brat."

Just as they approached the second-in-command's house, they heard a woman crying and sobbing, and a man growling. It was obvious what was going on inside.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Heng roared. The bandits who had been peeking outside were startled and quickly ran to the side, waiting for Wang Heng's reprimand.

"Break down the door." "

Boss, the second-in-command is here, you can't..." A lackey beside the second-in-command stepped forward to plead. Wang Heng slapped him to the ground; the man moved slightly before losing consciousness. The others were too scared to breathe.

"What are you standing there for? Get out of the way!" He kicked the door open. The

door shattered with a bang.

Normally, Wang Heng was quite amiable, but today he was acting strangely because the pent-up frustration of being pinned down by Ao Zilun had turned into rage.

Seeing the scene inside, Wang Heng's anger intensified! There were seven girls in the room. Three girls lay naked on the floor, their lower bodies a mess. On the bed, one girl was being violently penetrated by Wang Zhenghao. The other three girls huddled in a corner, terrified. When Wang Heng arrived, a vicious resentment flashed in the empty eyes of the three girls on the floor.

"Wang Zhenghao!"

"Boss, you're here. Want to join us? Oh! Oh right, you have a wife now. Hehe, look at my memory. Your wife tastes great, doesn't she?" "Men, drag him out." Two men stepped forward and lifted him off the woman. "Second Boss, I'm sorry." "Big Brother, what are you doing?" "

Put the Second Boss down. Prepare the water tank and get him in the water." "Big Brother, gurgle, cough, cough, Big Brother, what are you doing... gurgle..." "Think about it carefully. Continue. No one is allowed to hold back." Wang Heng turned and left.

Looking at the second-in-command hanging upside down in the water, then back at the indignant departing figure, Ao Zilun stroked his chin, a playful look in his eyes. This wasn't the reaction a bandit leader should have.

"Ahe, come here." He beckoned to Ahe, who stood to the side with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Hehe, what are your orders, Madam?" Ahe fawned over the young prince, asking. []

"Why is your leader angry?" It was strange that the bandit leader was so disgusted by the rape of a young girl.

Ahe slightly raised his head, glancing at the young prince, his eyes clearly saying: You actually asked such a simple question. The young prince was even more intrigued by Ahe's behavior and didn't blame him for his insubordination. "Tell me," Ahe said, bowing as he followed behind the young prince. "Our chief has clearly stipulated that without orders, no one may rape, plunder, kill, or commit arson, especially the crime of adultery, which is the most taboo." "You're bandits, aren't you?" "Yes!" Ahe puffed out his chest, his entire demeanor changing. It seemed he felt very proud to be a bandit.

"Aren't all bandits raping, plundering, and committing all sorts of evil deeds?" The flowers on both sides of the road were blooming very brightly, and the young prince reached out and picked one.

"Who said that? You can't!" Ahe shouted, reaching out to slap the young prince's hand.

The young prince dodged to the side, his figure leaping backward, picking more flowers in the process. "Insolence!" "Madam, you can't pick these flowers." Ahe looked at the bare flower stems, his face scrunched up.

"What? As the chieftain's wife, I don't even have the right to pick a flower?" "No, you can touch anything in the village, but you can't touch these flowers." "Why? Are these golden or silver flowers? Why can't I touch them? Hmph, I'm going to touch them anyway today."

With his left hand, he threw the picked flowers into the air, and with his right hand, he drew a soft whip from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the whip twisted nimbly, and the flowers in the air were smashed to pieces with a crack. The young prince's entire movement was fluid and incredibly elegant.

Ahe was stunned by the young prince's beautiful skills and unconsciously clapped his hands. "Madam, what a fine whip technique! Teach me!" The young prince was amused by Ahe's puppy-like behavior, and the anger that had been building up in his chest vanished. "I can teach you, but you must answer a few questions truthfully."

"Alright, alright! I will answer everything I know." "First, who planted these flowers?" The people of the village valued these flowers so much; the person who planted them must be someone of great importance.

"Miss Liu from down the mountain."

"Miss Liu, what's your relationship with your chief?"

"Nothing much, but to me, nothing much is a relationship." "Are you giving me a tongue twister?" *Snap* The young prince cracked his whip near Ahe's ear, startling him.

"No, no, how could I dare? I can't explain their relationship either. The chief is very good to Miss Liu; he'll grant any request she makes, but he's never said he wants to marry her. Miss Liu, on the other hand, is sometimes excessively enthusiastic towards the chief, and sometimes she's cold as ice.

Anyway, I can't figure out their relationship." Could it be a knock-off version of a lovelorn love story? This thought immediately popped into the young prince's mind after hearing Ahe's explanation.

"Second question, why does the chief hate raping women?" This behavior is very inconsistent with the image of a bandit leader.

"I don't know. This is a rule set by the chief when the stronghold was first established, but the second-in-command almost never follows it.

Every time something like this happens, the chief imprisons the second-in-command for a few days and that's it. But I don't know what happened today, he punished the second-in-command so harshly. The second-in-command is terrible, he deserves to be punished like this." Ahe said indignantly about the second-in- command.

There is intrigue everywhere, which is why he didn't accept the throne when his father passed it to him. Being a carefree prince like this is quite good for him.

"Do you know where the chief went?" It's still fun to tease Wang Heng, who has unique ideas.

"I know, the chief is in the dining hall at this time."

"Lead the way."

"Okay, Madam, please take care."

As soon as they entered the dining hall, they saw Wang Heng eating with a gloomy face. His hateful expression seemed to be an irreconcilable hatred for the food in his hands.

"My dear, you abandoned your little wife on the first day of your marriage and don't care about her. This is not the behavior of a real man." The young prince emphasized the words "little wife".

"Pfft, cough cough cough!" Wang Heng spat out a mouthful of rice. Ahe, rarely seeing Wang Heng so flustered, turned bright red from trying to suppress his laughter.

"My little darling, how could you be so careless? Let me pat your back." The young prince sat gracefully beside Wang Heng, patting his back vigorously with his slender, delicate hands.

"How are you, my little darling? Feeling better?" The young prince blinked, his long, curved eyelashes fluttering like two small fans.

"Shut up!" Wang Heng grabbed the young prince's hand.

"Ah!" The young prince screamed in a high-pitched voice. Wang Heng and Ahe were startled by his shout.

"What's wrong?"

"My little darling, are you sick? Why is your face so red?" As he spoke, his hands slipped from Wang Heng's large palms and slapped Wang Heng's face with both hands, producing a crisp "smack."

The young prince cupped Wang Heng's face, his beautiful face close, his lips pouting, barely a finger's width from Wang Heng's. "Do you have a fever?" His red, fragrant lips were right before him, opening and closing alluringly, momentarily making Wang Heng forget the prince's gender. Wang Heng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "No, no," he croaked, his voice filled with desire.

Ahe, who had already hidden behind a pillar, peeked out with half his head and one eye, stealing glances at the two. This was the first time he'd ever seen the chief in heat.

Seeing Wang Heng's reaction, the young prince broke down, unable to contain his laughter any longer. "Pfft, hahaha, your reaction is hilarious!"

"You're playing me?!" Wang Heng roared, his eyes wide with shock. He'd been repeatedly tricked by this person; no one could tolerate that, let alone a hot-tempered bandit king.

"So what if I am?" A sly smile played on his lips, exuding charm and allure—truly the most beautiful woman in the Holy Martial Dynasty.

"You will pay the price for everything you've done." The hand on the young prince's shoulder bulged with veins.

"Heh heh," the young prince chuckled, intrigued. This was the first time anyone had dared to yell at him like this since birth. "What price? How will it be paid?" "Just like this." He forcefully pressed the young prince's head down, biting his cherry lips.

The young prince raised an eyebrow, his initial shock gradually turning into interest. Gradually, the young prince noticed the bandit king's kisses were awkward, clumsily biting his lips.

"Is this the price you're talking about?"

"Yes, I'm scared."

"Heh heh, yes! I'm terrified, my little darling. Shall we continue the punishment?" "Of course." Wang Heng discovered that exchanging saliva with someone wasn't as disgusting as he'd imagined. The lips of the beauty before him tasted wonderful.

"I'm a man." He grabbed Wang Heng's hand and pressed it between his legs.

"Of course I know." Wang Heng quickly pulled his hand away. Rogue, beast, just one kiss and he's already aroused.

"And you?" The young prince raised an eyebrow; Wang Heng's reaction was so unusual compared to this morning.

"I know! I'm bisexual! Humph!" He raised his head and bit the young prince's lips hard.

"Hiss!" Teeth clashed, lips were bitten and the young prince winced in pain.

"Let me teach you what a real kiss is." Saying this, his strong tongue pried open Wang Heng's lips, swirling and enticing Wang Heng's tongue.

The two kissed passionately. Behind the pillar, Ahe was stunned by the young prince's gender, then blushed from the sticky sensation of their deep kiss. Ahe had been by Wang Heng's side for a long time, and under his tutelage, he was still a virgin.

Ah He blushed crimson with embarrassment at the two men's bold actions, wishing he could disappear into the ground. Unfortunately, the ground was too narrow, so he could only brazenly hide behind a pillar.

"Mmm," Wang Heng unconsciously let out a sweet moan. Hearing this, Ah He jumped in surprise, his face scrunching up like a bun.

Oh no! He'd actually heard the boss's voice! Who knew how furious he'd be when the boss sobered up?

The young prince's kissing skills were truly superb; under his teasing and entanglement, Wang Heng was completely immersed in his senses.

"Hmph!" The young prince finally had a change of heart and released the bandit king, who had been kissed so intensely he'd lost track of time.

Wang Heng leaned softly on the young prince's shoulder, breathing heavily, looking rather like a little bird clinging to him—though the tall bandit king was nothing like a little bird.

"Ah He," the young prince watched with amusement as Ah He tiptoed away.

Hearing this, Ahe jolted upright and hurriedly assured, "Madam, I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything." "Heh," the young prince chuckled, giving Ahe's back a meaningful look. Ahe was drenched in sweat, extremely uncomfortable. The madam's gaze was sharp, like a knife.

"Madam!"

"Get out." Obeying the order, Ahe ran out as fast as he could, not daring to linger.

"Damn! What are you doing?" The two had just been sweetly kissing, but now that Wang Heng had recovered, he turned on him, rudely pushing the young prince away. Fortunately, the young prince reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground, looking disheveled.

Wang Heng glared at him angrily, wiping his swollen lips, furious. He had clearly had the upper hand just now, but how come he always ended up losing? "Get out of the stronghold immediately." The young prince tossed his clothes aside, sat down elegantly, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You've been poisoned by a poison that only I can cure."

"I don't understand." *Thump!* He slammed his hand heavily on the table, his brows furrowed, exuding an air of unyielding defiance.

Ao Zilun leisurely sipped his tea. "Do you know what kind of poison it is?"

"Hmph! Whatever it is, I'll just die. I've never been afraid." "This poison...heh...we'll see tonight. You know what? Even suicide is difficult for someone poisoned with it." "Suicide? I disdain such cowardly behavior." "I hope you stick to your word. See you tonight." Ao Zilun smiled seductively, leaned in and kissed Wang Heng's red lips, then flicked his sleeve and gracefully departed.

"Damn it! What bad luck! The food is awful today, Aunt Wang! Aunt Wang!" "Ah He, Brother Ah He, please help me! You've been with the Boss since you were little, he always considers what you say. It's been three hours already, the punishment's been enough. If this continues, the Second Boss will be half-dead, if not dead." The Second Boss's subordinate couldn't bear to see his miserable state and begged Ah He for help.

"I don't have that kind of influence," Ah He replied lazily, not taking it seriously, having long been dissatisfied with the Second Boss's behavior.

"Hehe, how could that be? Who is our Brother Ahe? The Boss will definitely give you face. Brother Ahe, please help us! The Second Boss was just confused for a moment, Brother Ahe!" Ahe was annoyed and was about to get up and leave when a sudden idea flashed into his mind. He grinned slyly and sighed deeply, "I can't bear to see the Second Boss punished like this. It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that you've asked the wrong person. The Boss just married a beautiful new wife yesterday and he dotes on her. If you go and ask the First Madam, it will definitely be much more effective."

The Second Boss's lackey frowned slightly, somewhat disbelieving. How could a grown man let a woman boss him around? "Is that possible?" "Of course, come here and I'll tell you." Ahe glanced around furtively like a thief, then beckoned the lackey to come closer, looking mysterious.

"What?"

"The Boss and the First Madam were being intimate just now!" Ahe described it vividly, almost gesturing wildly.

"Thank you, brother. I'll treat you to drinks after this is done." The second-in-command's henchman bowed and left.

"Looking for the First Madam? You'll be sorry, hmph!" Ah He snorted and leaned back on the stone steps. He'd conserve his energy for watching the show later.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was shining brightly, but why was it so cold? He shivered and coughed a few times. "Cough," a cough came from the open door. Wang Lei (the second-in-command's lackey) quickly lowered his head, his expression even more respectful.

He peeked through the door at the person in front of the dressing table. "That First Madam?" The young prince seemed not to hear Wang Lei's words, continuing to comb his thick black hair.

"First Madam, please—" *Slap!*

Before

the young prince could do anything, half of Wang Lei's face was already red and swollen. Wang Lei's eyes widened, he covered his face, his expression full of disbelief. The young prince gave Wang Lei a cold glance, his face full of displeasure at being disturbed.

"You filthy bitch!" In Wang Lei's eyes, women were merely appendages of men. Although intimidated by the young prince's imposing manner, his pride couldn't tolerate such insults from a woman. He drew his knife and charged into the room.

*Clang !*

"Ah!" The sword fell to the ground, and a scream rang out simultaneously.

"Wang Lei?! Are you alright?" The others rushed forward to check on Wang Lei's injuries. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and he had already fainted.

"You overestimating yourself." These people weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes. The young prince, Ao Zilun, was known for his eccentric and ruthless nature, doing as he pleased. Human life meant nothing to him.

"Madam, how could you be so vicious!" someone cried out in protest.

"Get out!" A comb tooth flew out, piercing the shoulder of the person who had come to his aid.

Ah!

The man screamed, and the others shuddered, daring not to utter another word. They hurriedly led the two injured men away. They never expected the First Madam to be so ruthless, a complete waste of her celestial beauty.

"Come out," the young prince said calmly after the annoying flies had left. "Don't make me say it a second time." "Heh heh, First Madam, you're truly a prophet, heh heh," Ahe, who had been watching the spectacle, chuckled dryly.

"Just this once. If you scheme against me again, I'll skin you alive!" His tone was chilling.

Ahe's face stiffened. "No, no, never again! If there's nothing else, First Madam, I'll take my leave." "Wait." "What else does First Madam require?" A cold sweat broke out on Ahe's forehead. The First Madam was truly both ruthless and domineering.

"Go check on the Second Master, follow behind him." The young prince was strikingly handsome, with a perfectly proportioned frame. Dressed in silk, he was truly a sight to behold—of course, his manner of doing things was irrelevant.

"When was the stronghold established?"

"Ten years ago."

"How many factions are there?"

"Three. One part supports the leader, one part supports the second leader, and the other part is a fence-sitter, tsk." Ahe hated these kinds of indecisive people the most.

"What's the second leader like?"

"He's ambitious, impatient for quick success, and does all sorts of bad things like murder, arson, rape, and kidnapping. That's the root of the rift between the second leader and the leader." Ahe's face was full of disgust when he talked about the second leader.

"How so?"

"The leader has ordered him several times not to do evil, but the second leader just likes it." Ahe shrugged.

"Isn't being a bandit all about murder, arson, rape, and kidnapping? Your leader is really a freak." The young prince felt a desire to investigate Wang Heng.

"What's so strange about the leader? You're not allowed to talk about him like that!" Ahe straightened his back, glared at him, and his usual timidity disappeared.

Seeing this, the young prince raised an eyebrow with interest. "Oh, it seems I'll have to thoroughly investigate him." *** The two arrived at the place where the second-in-command had been punished. His clothes were soaked, his face was flushed and swollen from being thrown around, and his hair was disheveled. Overall, he looked extremely disheveled. Seeing him like this, Ah He felt extremely satisfied. Serves him right; who told him to disobey the head of the gang and do all sorts of bad things?

"Put him down," the young prince said.

"No, the head of the gang hasn't given the order yet," Wang Heng's faction disagreed.

"Quick! Put him down!" The second-in-command's henchmen were quick and immediately ran to untie the ropes.

"Don't move! I'd like to see who dares to move without the head of the gang's permission," a very burly man said, easily lifting the two men who were untying the ropes and throwing them away.

"Wang Li, do you want to rebel? The madam has already spoken; get out of the way," Xiao Wu said. (The second-in-command's henchmen) "Stop arguing, isn't it simple to let him down?" The young prince grinned maliciously, picked up a pebble, and flicked it with his finger. The rope suspending the second-in-command snapped instantly, and the second-in-command fell into the stone vat with a thud. It all happened so fast that by the time everyone reacted, the second-in-command was already upside down in the vat, his legs flailing outside. The second-in-command's appearance was truly comical, and everyone suppressed their laughter.

"Hurry up and pull the second-in-command out." The young prince's words snapped them out of their daze, and the second-in-command's henchmen rushed forward to pull at his legs.

"Returning." The young prince waved his sleeve and left.

Ahe watched the young prince's retreating figure with admiration, and after he was out of sight, he hurriedly followed, a string of flattering words tumbling from his mouth.

"I have a servant who was tied up on the mountain with me, named Ling Zisai. Go and bring him here." "Yes, I'll go right away. Madam, please take care." The sky slowly darkened, and the young prince was extremely excited. He was very much looking forward to the upcoming scene. Would the mighty mountain bandit king beg him? Hehe, he wondered what kind of alluring the mountain bandit king would be in a moment, and whether his eyes would still have that misty look from yesterday. His red lips parted slightly, and his hot breath grew more and more excited as he thought about it, a wave of heat rushing to his lower body.

Knock knock knock.

"Master, dinner has been served." Ling Zisai said from outside the door.

"Come in."

Ling Zisai set out the dishes one by one. "Please enjoy your meal, Master."

"Has Wang Heng eaten?"

"Wang Ma is cooking. I specially prepared your meal."

"Put this pill in Wang Heng's food." The young prince handed Ling Zisai a red pill.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I take my leave."

"Hehe, I'm really looking forward to it." The young prince licked his lips and smiled wickedly.

Knock, knock, knock .

"Who is it?" Wang Heng had just finished washing up and was about to rest when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Husband, it's me," the young prince said in a soft, high-pitched voice.

"Not here," Wang Heng replied, his brow furrowed and his voice laced with anger.

"Heh, husband, you're really lying through your teeth. Do you expect me to be left alone on our first day of marriage?" His tone was full of grievance, as if he were the one being wronged, but that was not the case at all.

"Get out!" Wang Heng turned off the light and got into bed.

Seeing the room darken, the young prince raised an eyebrow. "My darling really doesn't know how to cherish a beautiful woman." "You're neither fragrant nor jade, why should I cherish you?" "Heh, my darling, I've realized I've fallen for you. What do you say we do?" Hearing this, Wang Heng felt a faint joy, but then his heart skipped a beat. He shook his head, quickly banishing the thought from his mind, cursing himself for being foolish. He snorted coldly, "Hmph, I don't care what you do." "My darling is truly heartless." The young prince sat on the stone steps, raised his wine jar, and drank deeply. Looking up at the moonlight, he suddenly felt a sense of exhilaration. Talking to the bandit king through the door like this wasn't bad; it was a rare experience.

"My darling, I have some fine wine here. Would you like to drink with me under the moon?" "Only pretentious scholars would do this, reciting poems and whining without cause." Wang Heng scoffed.

"You have a problem with scholars?"

"A huge problem! What can those cowards do? They can't lift a finger. A real man should learn martial arts, strengthen his body, and fight on the battlefield to protect the country." Wang Heng spoke with boundless pride.

Seeing his high level of understanding, yet he remained a mountain bandit king, the young prince became even more curious, a strange feeling suddenly rising in his heart. "Then why don't you join the army?" "I can't abandon my brothers." He hadn't expected Wang Heng to be such a loyal and righteous man. "Then why don't you all join the army? That way your brothers will have a future."

"Swords have no eyes. As a bandit, I can protect everyone. On the battlefield, nine out of ten will die. I can't protect them at all. I don't want my brothers to perish on the frontier, becoming wandering ghosts."

Unexpectedly, the imposing bandit king harbored such tenderness, yet it didn't feel fake at all. The two were like old friends, chatting freely about the world under the moonlight in a room, gradually developing a fondness for each other—a fondness completely unrelated to emotion or lust.

"Become one of my men, and I'll arrange these brothers for you." The young prince's words were entirely based on his goodwill towards Wang Heng, without any intention of insult. But to Wang Heng, the meaning was completely different.

Wang Heng sat up abruptly, gripping the bedsheet tightly, his face flushed red. Why was this man always teasing him? "What nonsense are you talking about? There's a limit to insults." "Huh?! Huh?!" His good intentions were misunderstood, yet the young prince wasn't angry, but rather full of doubt. How did this man's brain work? When did he insult him?

"How did I insult you?"

"What...you just said 'your men'?" Wang Heng's face burned, unsure whether it was shame or anger, and he stammered.

"Oh, I mean you're mine?! What do you mean by becoming mine?" The young prince, who hadn't meant anything by it, suddenly realized something upon recalling Wang Heng's hesitant words, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"You...you get out of my courtyard!" Wang Heng roared, enraged.

"Hehe, I think I should remind you of something."

"What?"

"This courtyard is also my courtyard, this house is our new home, and the bed you're sleeping in now is the bed I cherished so much last night." The young prince emphasized the words "cherished so much," his lips curling into a wide smile.

Upon hearing the young prince's last sentence, Wang Heng suddenly jumped up, as if the bed had been struck by needles. Due to the sudden movement, his head slammed against the bed curtains with a dull thud.

"Hehe," the young prince could tell from the sound how Wang Heng would react, and he chuckled maliciously. "My darling, did it hurt?" "I don't need your fake kindness!" His head slammed against the bed curtains, causing a sharp pain. Wang Heng clutched his head and roared angrily.

"My darling, open the door, I'll blow on you, and the pain will fly away." The young prince coaxed a child.

"Shut up, don't call me 'my darling'."

"My mouth is on my body, I can call you whatever I want."

"Get out!" There's no arguing with a rogue.

The young prince looked up at the sky and said in a voice only he could hear, "Time's up." "I want to leave, but someone doesn't want me to." "Who? You have legs, go or don't, who cares?" Wang Heng retorted.

"I can't bear to leave my darling burning with desire."

"Who's burning with desire? Get out of here." Strange, why is my body so hot, and my limbs so weak?

"Are you feeling hot and weak?"

"How did you know?"

Of course I know the effects of my medicine. The young prince, worried about completely enraging Wang Heng, didn't dare say it aloud. Instead, he said, "Didn't I already tell you at noon that you were poisoned? Now is the time when the poison is taking effect." "Where's the antidote?" A shameful place behind him suddenly started to tingle and throb, as if it were craving something to penetrate him. "The antidote is gone. I know a way to temporarily alleviate this poison." *Slap!* Wang Heng slapped himself hard. He had actually wanted to be penetrated by the hard heat he remembered. How could a dignified man have such a shameful thought?

The young prince pushed open the window, jumped into the bedroom, and slowly turned on the light.

"Who let you in? Get out!" Wang Heng's cheeks were pink, his face full of lust, his lips half-open as he breathed heavily, his heat capable of melting ice.

"If I leave, who will save you?" He leered and groaned, giving Wang Heng's face a smug look.

"I don't care, it's so hot!" Wang Heng felt extremely hot and unconsciously tore open his clothes.

"Get out, get out!" He gritted his teeth, enduring the tingling and itching behind him.

"You look like you're in a lot of pain. Do you really not need my help?"

"No, get out!"

The young prince's face showed a look of sudden realization. "Oh, it seems you don't care about me. Then I'll call someone else to help you, okay?" He asked, but made a move to walk out.

"No, no!" How could he let others see him like this? Wang Heng hurriedly stopped the young prince. He thought about taking a step forward and grabbing Ao Zilun's hand, but his legs were so weak that they couldn't keep up with his brain. So he fell headfirst into the young prince's arms.

The young prince, of course, wouldn't refuse a beauty throwing herself into his arms. He opened his arms and hugged Wang Heng tightly. "Hehe, I didn't expect my little darling to not want me to leave so much. I'm so happy." He lowered his head and gave Wang Heng a big kiss on the lips, like a lecherous man.

When he touched the young prince, his body trembled, every part of him moaning and cheering, shouting how much he liked it. Wang Heng's voice trembled as he said, "Let go," but his hands clung tightly to the young prince's waist, his lower body rubbing against him. Suddenly, Wang Heng's face turned bright red, and his buttocks tightened.

Seeing this, the young prince smiled wickedly. He had prepared the drug, so he knew exactly what was wrong with Wang Heng—his buttocks were wet like a woman's.

Wang Heng was mortified, wishing he could disappear into the ground, struggling desperately with weak hands and feet.

The young prince, with a wicked smile, led Wang Heng to the bed. Soon, the two were entwined inside the tent, shameful moans emanating from within.

In the morning, the young prince woke up on time. Turning his head to look at Wang Heng in his arms, his handsome face and innocent sleeping expression filled him with pity. He actually liked him a little. He brushed the hair off Wang Heng's face, lowered his head, and kissed his forehead, whispering, "I won't bother you today." He pulled his numb arm away, shook it, and after it recovered, he pulled back the covers. Cold air immediately rushed in. Wang Heng, still asleep, sensed the cold air, shrank his neck, and snuggled even closer to the young prince. Seeing Wang Heng

's innocent actions, Ao Zilun's lips curled up, revealing a genuine smile.

The young prince pinched Wang Heng's nose and laughed, "If you keep doing this, I'm not going to let you get out of bed today." Whether it was Wang Heng sensing the danger in his sleep or not, he really stopped snuggling into the young prince's arms.

"Hehe, it seems even the heavens are on your side." He reached out and put Wang Heng's legs down, then pulled back to remove the thing buried inside Wang Heng. The thing left inside Wang Heng last night slowly flowed out. Wang Heng's insides were tight and hot, feeling extremely comfortable, so he never pulled it out after each time.

He glanced at the discharge coming from Wang Heng's genitals but didn't clean it up. "He'll get used to it after a few more bouts of diarrhea." He enjoyed having his scent on Wang Heng; the thought always gave him a strange heat and excitement. Therefore, he always let the discharge remain inside Wang Heng overnight.
[The End]

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