The Little Princess's Pursuit of Her Husband - Side Story - He Xubei's "Happy" Life ☆, Officer and Spy (Part 1)

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A handsome man in a white tuxedo looked imposing and dashing. He pushed open the weathered iron gate with his white-gloved hand, and as the gate slowly slid open, a sliver of sunlight shone into the dark warehouse. He stood in the doorway, dazzling like a sun god, yet his face was cold and taut, indicating his own tense state of mind. Not far from the warehouse, a ball was being held in his honor, celebrating his promotion from lieutenant general to general. The outside world held high hopes for this young officer, and the attendees were all political and military heavyweights. Many had brought their young and beautiful daughters and granddaughters, hoping to win his favor. But looking at the faces waving before him, his heart remained unmoved. He felt as if he were in the Arctic, amidst the clamor and clinking glasses, his entire body chilled to the bone. With the daughter of some high-ranking official in his arms, the woman's infatuation with him reminded him of another pair of captivating eyes—eyes that gazed into the depths of his heart, capturing him completely. The woman in his arms seemed to transform into that enchantress. And now, he and she were dancing gracefully on the dance floor. The music stopped, the magic wore off, and he was surrounded by people, yet he felt like he was spinning alone. He downed a glass of blood-red wine, each drop making his very being leap with renewed energy. He strode confidently toward the warehouse behind the mansion, his steps firm and resonant.
As the man entered, the iron door slowly closed under his hand, leaving only a few scattered rays of light filtering through a small hole in the roof in the dark space. The warehouse was empty; even in the light, a few spiderwebs swayed gently with the slightest breeze, and countless invisible dust particles danced in the shadows. The man stood in the doorway, pulled down the light cord, and with his movement, a dim yellow light illuminated the room, but it didn't bring much light to the area behind the large web. Before him was a large table with several overturned wine bottles. He walked to the table, picked up a bottle of red liquor that was half full, and slowly walked towards the corner where the light barely penetrated.
The mesh of the net, like whirlpools, drew him closer and closer, and his eyes grew increasingly dark, yet within them flowed a longing and anticipation that he himself did not understand.
Behind the large net was an old iron bed, its steel bars covered in rust. Lying on the white blanket was a young woman, her limbs spread wide and bound to the headboard and footboard with black cloth straps, her eyes blindfolded. A white shirt and a black skirt perfectly accentuated her figure. Because her legs were bound wide, the skirt had been pulled up, revealing white lace panties covering her thighs, creating a captivating effect against the black skirt hem.
As the man approached, the woman on the bed turned her face toward the sound of his footsteps, but she stubbornly remained silent, offering no words of pleading. The man stood at the head of the bed, his eyes scanning her entire body from head to toe. Her cherry-like lips, once swollen and red from his kisses, her breasts, encased in a white shirt, had once been held in his palms, and her thighs, covered by white panties, lingered in his gaze. Perhaps it was her strategy; he could kiss her, he could touch her, but each time he breathlessly reached for her panties, she would escape his embrace like a sprite. He cherished her, he loved her, so he was repeatedly manipulated by her, wasn't he? She treated him like a fool, only because he was a high-ranking military officer, and she was a spy sent by another country to his side. Just days before his promotion, he learned that the woman he loved was actually the "enemy" lurking beside him. The joy of his promotion couldn't mask his heartbreak.
He took another swig of red wine and slammed the bottle down on the bedside table. The wine sloshed around several times before settling. The man took off his gloves and threw them on the bed. His large hand gripped the woman's chestnut-brown, curly hair, which lay scattered on the bed. Many times before, he had been captivated by watching those strands of hair pass through his fingertips, but today he cruelly yanked at them. The woman let out a soft moan of pain, and the man's other hand used three fingers to pry open her chin, lifting her face. His breath, reeking of alcohol, sprayed onto her face, causing her head to turn to the side. The anger in the man's eyes intensified. Did she not want him to touch her anymore?
His fingers gripped her chin, turning her face—a face he both loved and hated—towards him. His lips pressed against her pink yet alluring lips, his teeth biting at them, his tongue breaking through her teeth and slipping into her mouth for a frenzied sucking.
"Ugh..." The woman twisted her face, trying to break free from the man's grasp, but one of his hands tightly gripped her hair. His large tongue, which had been ravaging her mouth, followed closely behind, moving in and out of her mouth, even licking deep into her throat, forcing her to open her mouth wide to relieve the strange discomfort. Without the woman's cooperation or response, the man's kiss went from forceful to uncontrolled, his lips biting and tugging at her tongue.
"Ugh..." Amid the woman's sobs, a few drops of blood mixed with saliva rolled down from the corner of her mouth. The man, tasting the metallic flavor of the blood, kissed her even more forcefully, until all the air was drained from their lungs. Only then did he pull away from her lips, the sight of the blood on her lips sending a perverse pleasure through his body, his blood surging like that of a beast.
The man scraped the blood from the woman's lips with his fingers, licked it clean, and then put his fingers into her mouth, wanting her to taste this "deliciousness" as well. However, the white teeth in her cherry-like mouth bit down on his finger. The man's eyes grew even more crazed. His fingers gripped the woman's chin, and the woman, in pain, loosened her teeth: "Pervert!" Her voice, as melodious as the wind blowing through a field, was crisp and lively, but at this moment, it contained resentment, anger, and a trace of barely perceptible grievance.
"Hmm...it's bleeding..." The man looked at his fingers, which bore several small teeth marks, and his eyes grew even more frenzied. He pulled the hem of the woman's dress from her waist, and with a forceful pull, the buttons popped open, and the shirt opened to the sides. The woman on the bed cowered, but like a fish waiting to be slaughtered, she could only let him do as he pleased.
"No...no..." The woman knew what was about to happen, and fear welled up in her heart. Stubborn from the beginning, she begged the man in front of her for mercy. Her blindfolded eyes could not see anything, but they magnified every movement and feeling.
"No! Or is it just that I can't?" The man slowly put his white gloves back on, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to slide his fingers down from her neck, following the woman's inhale until they reached the area above her breasts, which were encased in a white bra. He twisted his hand, inserting four fingers parallel to each other into the bra, his fingers rubbing and pinching the delicate nipple through the gloved fabric. "Don't you want it? But my fingers are pressing against your nipple right now! Do you think it will hurt if I pull it off? Like my heart." The man's fingers pinched and pulled at the nipple that had just been ravaged from all sides. The woman looked down, though she couldn't see anything, the pain in her nipple made her suddenly fall back onto the bed, turning her face to the side: "Pervert!..."
"Really? Then I have something even more perverted!" the man sneered, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between the woman's spread legs. He slipped his hands behind her back, stroking her bare back and moving up her spine until he reached the back clasp of her bra. His hands, somewhat clumsy, tried to unbutton it, but his large hands couldn't pull the bra off. The white, tender breasts and pink nipples made his breathing quicken. He panted as he studied the bra's intricacies, finally discovering the secret at the two shoulder straps. With a mixture of anticipation and unbearable urge, he loosened the straps and pulled off the bra. Those full, erect breasts were finally revealed before him. He had touched their beauty and felt their smoothness through clothing before, but today he admired them without any hindrance. The man lay on top of the woman, his palms cupping her alluring breasts from below. The pink areolas were dotted with tiny, pearl-like bumps, and in the center of these bumps stood two delicate pink nipples. The man's large hand stroked the nipples from bottom to top, until he grasped the two tiny beads with his thumb and forefinger, but they playfully escaped from his palm.
"Huff, huff..." Amidst panting, the man's large hand pressed down on the breasts, rotating them vigorously inwards. The woman, her face turned to the side, bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, only in this way could she stop herself from moaning and not surrender to the man.
After the man's large hand stopped rotating, the breasts swayed and bobbed due to inertia. The two nipples were now fuller and rounder than before. A look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He suddenly felt thirsty and swallowed hard. The pink peach blossoms, like those blooming on a snow-capped peak, were a fatal temptation to him. Like a wolf that had not smelled meat for a long time, his eyes gleamed with a green light. After swallowing another mouthful of saliva, he couldn't wait to suckle one of the nipples. This intoxicating and bone-melting taste was even better than he had imagined. He felt very hungry and really wanted to devour both breasts. So he suckled with a biting and kissing motion, leaving red flower-like marks on the tender white breasts.
The man looked up with satisfaction at the magnificent sight he had created. It was truly beautiful. He licked his lips with his tongue, his fingers scraping the two erect nipples, and kneading and stimulating them with the gloved fabric.
The man looked up at the woman with a conflicted expression; he would make her submit.
The man wrapped his arms around the woman's waist from behind, and his slightly lowered head seemed to give her a feeling of rushing blood to her head. The man's tongue emerged from his mouth, licking and sucking down from her cleavage, leaving red marks on her abdomen, until his lips touched the fabric of her underwear.
He changed his grip, putting one arm around the woman's waist, while his other hand, through her underwear, caressed her inner thigh.
"No... Waaah... No..." The woman biting her lower lip finally couldn't help but beg for mercy again, but the man's movement of raising her waist made it impossible for her to lift her face. Her fingers tried to grab something, but her bound wrists could only make her small hands clench into fists helplessly.
"Still don't want to?" The man's hand, which was resting on the woman's thigh, lifted her buttocks, but his little finger slipped into the crevice, twisting and turning against that soft spot.

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