[Fantasy] Chronicles of the Hehuan Palace (Complete) - 7-9

42. Slave obeys master (hhh)

First obedience: A slave can be an object, a tool, a plaything summoned by the master at any time, but can never be a person. At all times, the master's desires and demands must come first; there is no room for dissent, rebellion, or hesitation.

After dinner, Emperor Xi, who had not visited for a long time, finally mustered the courage of a little drunkenness and came to Wanhe Songfeng in person. Liu Chang, having received word of Emperor Xi's departure from the main hall, had already avoided the situation, leaving only the newly minted slave to await the emperor's arrival.

The palace was already furnished with luxurious and heavy silk carpets, comfortable and cool; the naked man, his eyes bound, knelt in the center, unable to escape due to the restraints on his limbs.

His erect, white jade chest was held high by two small clips, his two red nipples looking incredibly tempting; his bent legs were in a kneeling position, a long silver rod forcing his knees wide apart, unable to close; his buttocks, due to the effort of his upper body pushing upwards, were even more prominently raised, and a golden hoop was worn around his waist, with two semi-circular golden frames embedded in the center of the hoop between his thighs. The man knelt facing inwards, so his buttocks were clearly visible to anyone who came to see them: his penis stood upright, pointing angrily into the air; his two round, swollen scrotums were firmly supported and tightly bound by jade supports; and his round buttocks were forcibly separated by the two semi-circular frames, forming an unnatural open shape, revealing everything in the tight crevice without reservation, as if his buttocks had been forcibly pried open by two hands.

Even more lewd was the fact that two smaller wings were attached to the two semicircular sections, spreading inward along the arcs and resting precisely on the fleshy lips, lightly lifting them and exposing the delicate, sensitive clitoris, which had been protected.

For several days, Qiao Yunfei had been forced to exist in this posture. His eyes were blindfolded, unable to see or hide; his limbs were firmly connected, unable to stand upright or get up. Even to drink water or use the toilet, he had to crawl. The slightest misstep would cause sharp pain in the small clamps on his breasts and clitoris. Liu Chang often ordered his men to lock him tightly, forcing him to sit on his heels. The various jade dildos in his anus were firmly embedded in his body due to these movements, making it difficult for him to sit comfortably. Even worse, the golden band around his waist forcefully separated his buttocks, exposing his secret flower for all to see and to manipulate.

The constantly exposed lower limbs, the constantly filled anus, and the constantly sealed vulva served as a constant reminder: this body was not his own, but rather a product of his master's favor! His body was prepared and waited for day and night, while his mind grew increasingly confused and tormented through repeated training and discipline.

Li Xi, newly arrived, felt his heart pound with desire at the sight of this rare, exposed beauty. The moment his fingers touched those smooth, round buttocks, he felt the muscles tighten and tense: "Ah—" The man's unbearable groan added to the allure. His long-parched anus involuntarily contracted and relaxed.

Emperor Xi walked around, gently lifting Qiao Yunfei's face and lifting the veil to examine him, but could not discern anything: his handsome face was flushed with erotic pink, his eyes like mist-covered stars, revealing only a hazy beauty and dazzling brilliance, yet without any sense of humiliation or resentment. Li Xi gently kissed the man's cheek, ultimately unwilling to utter anything to interrupt this enchanting scene.

Perhaps due to prolonged thirst and long-term training, Qiao Yunfei's body inadvertently leaned towards Emperor Xi, eliciting ecstatic joy from the man. Carefully releasing the nipple clamps, the two red nipples trembled and swayed back and forth for a moment. A lick aroused the shivering and writhing of the man beneath him, as if as encouragement.

"Good boy Yunfei, lick me, so it won't hurt later..." Emperor Xi, indulging in his drunken pleasure, sat on the ground coaxing the man beneath him, bringing his lower body closer to him; his hands also restlessly caressed and occasionally pinched and kneaded the two already unbearably itchy nipples.

The man lying prone finally raised his upper body, slowly moving towards the man's lower body, who had actively lifted and opened his clothes, and began to lick through the thin white undergarment. The rich scent of the body fueled the man's licking, making him lick even more eagerly. Emperor Xi, unable to resist, ripped open his inner garment and pulled down his underpants, savoring the long-absent warmth of the tongue and mouth.

When the flower bud finally met its nectar, "Ah—!" they both screamed simultaneously.

After a long and harmonious rhythm, Qiao Yunfei, immersed in desire, slowly came to his senses. As the unfulfilled climax subsided, shame and humiliation resurfaced, and his previously writhing body gradually stopped and became passive. Emperor Xi naturally noticed the change in the man beneath him. After a rapid, explosive thrust, he flipped the man, whose limbs were still attached, over like a turtle without its shell.

"No—!" The red candlelight illuminated the man's flushed skin, making him appear exceptionally vibrant and alluring.

The man struggled to twist his fixed limbs, trying to cover his naked body, but how could an ant shake a tree? Emperor Xi, like a glutton, meticulously licked every inch of skin.

"Ah ah..."

The clouds and rain swirled, the golden sky like water; when Qiao Yunfei could no longer endure it, Emperor Xi finally soothed him, carrying him to the side of the jade pot; his erect penis was already purplish; and the two testicles bound by the ox tendon were swollen to twice their original size. Emperor Xi, in the position of penetration, carefully untied the ox tendon, and removed the gold-inlaid jade bell hairpin from the small hole of his penis: "Shh—"

"Ah ah ah ah!" The man finally released with great pleasure, and his anus also urgently contracted, spurting out viscous fluid! "Ah—!" Emperor Xi, following the movements of this tight, slippery, almost burning anus, also erupted again, his dragon essence continuously spraying and dripping from the point where the two were joined, lubricating his legs and body.

43 The Way of Serving the Master (Discipline)

When Qiao Yunfei woke up the next day, he was naturally filled with endless regret. Emperor Xi noticed something amiss in his expression and seized the opportunity to say, "Your parents are currently in great turmoil in Luofeng Town. Should

n't you send them a message?" The man closed his eyes in anguish, frowning and pondering for a long time, "Just say that I've gone far away to avoid trouble, and I'll return in three years at the latest. Don't worry about me..."

"Return in three years?" Emperor Xi laughed angrily, "Fine, fine! Fine, at the latest, three years! Yunfei, Yunfei, since you know my intentions, why not restrain yourself a little, so I won't punish you again? Now that you've entered the bridal chamber and become my concubine, can't you even show me a little respect?"

The two remained silent, speechless on the bed; finally, Li Xi spoke first, "Now your parents-in-law are my parents-in-law, how could I mistreat them? I will secretly send people to take care of them, sending them plenty of money and provisions to prevent them from suffering in a foreign land! If you don't want them to worry, why not be a little more obedient? I've relayed this message for you, what reward do you have today?"

Qiao Yunfei's face turned red and white as he heard his tone becoming increasingly improper, "As you command, Your Majesty."

"Very well, come to my palace through the secret passage at noon today."

After noon, Qiao Yunfei was forced to crawl on all fours to the main hall. No matter how much he delayed or how forceful he was, Eunuch Liu remained amiable, only saying that Emperor Xi had taken the key that morning, and without the Emperor's personal presence, no one could unlock the chains binding his limbs. The delay was prolonged, until all the eunuchs and servants had withdrawn, leaving the man, almost naked except for a half-draped gauze skirt and with his belly full of soup, finally forced to crawl through the elaborately carpeted secret passage. It wasn't

until a quarter past noon that the man finally emerged from the passage, much to Emperor Xi's continued anticipation. Emperor Xi, anticipating his hardship, immediately lifted him and placed him on his lap, teasingly saying, "You've had a hard day, my servant—" Qiao Yunfei's face immediately turned pale, and he lowered his head, yielding to the Emperor's actions.

Emperor Xi gently teased his nipples and kissed the man's trembling, butterfly-like eyelashes. But the expected lewd play didn't follow. Instead, he placed the man on a soft silk rug in front of his desk: "It's past noon today, and I have other matters to attend to. Why don't you rest a bit and play by yourself for a while?" His voice held a deeper meaning.

Sure enough, Emperor Xi unlocked the chains on his hands, leaving his legs, which were bound by a horizontal bar, spread wide, forcing him into a wide-open sitting position. Li Xi then took a small jade basin and placed it before the man, before reaching into his forcedly spread groin to remove the bell from his penis. Only then did he return to his desk, seemingly about to begin writing and approving documents.

Upon experiencing this sudden change, Qiao Yunfei felt an overwhelming urge to urinate, as if the medicine he had been given was about to burst forth. However, in broad daylight with the bright light streaming through the gauze window, a wave of shame surged from the soles of his feet to his mind, causing him to tense his leg muscles and desperately try to suppress the urge.

Emperor Xi, pretending to peruse memorials, was ultimately drawn to the awkwardness of the man's legs spread wide, forced to suppress his urge. He saw several slender toes tightly hooked together, while the muscles at the base of his legs contracted and relaxed, creating two deep creases that appeared and disappeared intermittently. Unable to suppress his laughter and teasing desire, he paced around the room with a memorial in hand. When he reached behind the man, he suddenly crouched down, gently licking his earlobe and whispering, "Shh—"

"Ah!" Qiao Yunfei suddenly felt a warm, moist breath on his sensitive earlobe, a shiver running through him. His lower body could no longer contain itself, and a gush of fluid gushed out, clattering into the basin. His entire body flushed crimson with shame!

Emperor Xi gently stroked the smooth back, watching him finish before leisurely picking up a warm handkerchief to carefully wipe and clean the man.

At this moment, Qiao Yunfei's sensitive anus was already dripping clear fluid, soaking a large area of the silk carpet, making him feel even more embarrassed and ashamed. Emperor Xi didn't point it out, leaving the man sitting on the carpet of his own fluids, as if to continue reviewing the memorials.

Qiao Yunfei, unable to bear the torment and humiliation of this unbearable predicament, finally spoke, "Your Majesty..." His words were halting and hesitant

, too ashamed to utter a single word. Emperor Xi, however, stood by, waiting for him to speak first.

"Your Majesty... how exactly do you want me to... 'serve' you?" His flushed body trembled slightly as he finished speaking.

Emperor Xi, however, was still relentless: "You are no longer Consort Ruo, but Ruo Nu."

She closed her eyes in embarrassment, and when she opened them again, her slightly furrowed brows resisted the suffering, her hazy eyes seemingly holding a sliver of determination: "How exactly do you want Ruo Nu to serve me, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Xi stood a few steps away, the difference in their status starkly highlighted by the height difference; looking down at this man's rare compromise and concession, Emperor Xi almost stepped forward to pick him up, comfort him, and apologize. However, remembering Liu Chang's "loyal advice" over the past few days, he restrained himself: he must first make him a slave before he could be given over. What good would wholehearted favor do? Didn't it just result in a knife to the shoulder and a broken heart?

Emperor Xi gritted his teeth and returned to his seat, solemnly ordering, "Why don't you play by yourself for a while today, Ruonu?"

Qiao Yunfei was shocked and looked at the high-ranking man with questioning eyes.

"Always relying on you, even an iron man couldn't withstand it. Why don't you perform self-pleasure for me today, Ruonu?" He pointed to a small box beside him.

Qiao Yunfei finally understood, and shakily climbed closer to the box. He opened it and saw various exquisitely crafted tortoise-shell-shaped figures, as well as all sorts of other things he had never seen before, but whose general purpose he could guess. After hesitating for a long time, he finally picked up a large, thick male figurine with trembling hands, but the moment he touched it, he knocked over the box and cried out, "I can't do it!"

Emperor Xi, seeing his reluctance, was displeased and spoke with a threatening tone, "You're always disobedient, yet you always manage to make me feel sorry for you. Today, would you rather play by yourself, or would you rather I call that black dog to serve you?"

Soon, the naked man finally gave in, trembling as he picked up a large, thick, tortoise-shell-shaped male figurine, smeared ointment on the hard, enormous object, and inserted it into his anus. To make it more pleasing to the eye, in broad daylight, his legs, forcibly spread wide, faced the emperor's face, as if he were being watched. As the figurine penetrated deeper and rubbed against the sensitive passage, the bud gradually opened, revealing a deep, unsatisfied opening, contracting and relaxing as if pleading. Several times he wanted to stop, but under the man's downcast gaze, he forced himself to continue, until his breathing became increasingly rapid: "Ah..."

The onlookers, watching with folded arms, still felt it wasn't enough: "Faster! Faster!" But the performer involuntarily slowed down; his long-empty penis swelled and throbbed, yet no fluid could be released. The glans trembled, opening wide, greedily inhaling, but nothing could be expelled to relieve the emptiness; the male form and his own movements were ultimately not as effective as real sex, and the emptiness grew ever more intense. "Your Majesty... I beg Your Majesty..." Yunfei's body was already unsatisfied, and today's initiative only intensified the itch he had aroused, causing him to involuntarily beg for pleasure: "I beg Your Majesty to favor Ruonu... I can't take it anymore..."

Emperor Xi laughed: "Ruonu, I am still recovering from my illness, my vital energy is insufficient, I cannot withstand such torment." However, his words were not sincere, his large member was already engorged and swollen, but because of the rare beauty before him and his initiative, he still forced himself to persevere.

Qiao Yunfei had not expected that his first attempt to be intimate would be so embarrassingly rejected, and he immediately fell silent; his hands, feeling empty, continued to move involuntarily, finally unable to conceal his plaintive nasal voice: "Mmm... ha..."

The emperor could not resist the overwhelming temptation of the beauty before him, and finally helped him up, ordering him to kneel on his heels with his manhood in his mouth. He then forcefully implied that the other party should serve him orally. Exposed to the bright sunlight, the man craved release and, disregarding everything else, skillfully took the emperor's enormous penis into his mouth and began to move passionately. The head's active thrusting caused his wide-open legs to move continuously, his anus pressed tightly against his heels, the penis sliding out and then thrusting in with each movement, grinding his entire lower body until it became watery, constantly secreting a little white fluid, while his penis remained dry and even more aroused.

When Li Xi finally released his passion, he teased, "What does Yun'er want?" The man beneath him trembled and lost his senses, swallowing the white fluid as he leaned against the hot legs beneath the dragon throne: "Let me out...please! Let me out!"

"If I had urinated earlier, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come out for a while, and I wouldn't be able to help you. Unless—" Li Xi paused maliciously, proposing a bold idea: "Unless you 'drink'—some soup first?" The body between his legs seemed to shrink and squeeze towards him, panting and struggling uncontrollably.

Unable to bear the emptiness and urgency of his opening swallowing the air, the man trembled and sobbed: "Give it to me—give it to me quickly..."

Before long, the eunuchs had brought out fresh soup, along with the utensils. Qiao Yunfei had no time to spare. At Emperor Xi's signal, he picked up the water-filled tube, propped up his flushed body, and inserted the tube into his anus. Emperor Xi then carefully helped him insert the other end into his opening urethra. When the third end of the tube was submerged in the soup, his anus opened and closed, drawing the soup back into his abdomen.

Emperor Xi, still unsatisfied, gently teased Qiao Yunfei's genitals and anus with his fingernails. The area contracted rapidly, then opened again, drawing more fluid that flowed back into his anus. "Ah...ah..."

Finally, his lower abdomen swelled slightly, and Qiao Yunfei clutched his dragon robe, pleading, "I can't take it anymore..." Emperor Xi slowly rubbed his nipples until the man's body, flushed and constricted, writhed like a snake. Only then did he remove the water pouch tube, still holding his penis captive. "If I release now, it won't be satisfying!" Knowing that urinating

now was like drinking poison to quench thirst, and that Qiao Yunfei couldn't hold on much longer, he rubbed between his legs, pleading. Emperor Xi, however, remained unmoved, pressing firmly on the sensitive tip with a finger, slowly lifting him up, and inserting his penis into his anus again. This time, the thrusting was long and gentle, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; yet, the malicious fingers would sometimes loosen their grip, allowing some fluid to leak out, causing Qiao Yunfei's anus to contract sharply to arouse him, and at other times, they would press down and block him just as he was reaching his climax, forcing him to writhe and beg for

more pleasure… When Emperor Xi finally felt it was time to release his grip, Qiao Yunfei was as limp as a puddle of mud, his penis throbbing and gushing out a large amount of fluid, finally pitifully spitting out some white semen; because of this unusual and continuous orgasmic experience, his anus contracted tightly, gripping and pressing the dragon root inside him, and under the immense stimulation, the dragon essence gushed out endlessly into his intestines.

Author's Note:

The following chapters are more graphic, proceed with caution. I want to encourage you.

44 Absolute Obedience (Excretion Training)

Obedience to one's master is not merely about being ready to receive their favor at all times; it also means accepting all their commands, including food, clothing, excretion, ejaculation, and everything else.

Since that day, Qiao Yunfei has rarely worn decent clothes. Aside from resting and relaxing, he spends most of his time on all fours, forced to walk. Even the rare opportunities to sit or lie down are excruciatingly uncomfortable, as the golden bands on his buttocks feel like two hands forcefully prying open his flesh. It's the height of summer, and aside from the occasional sheer garment to cover himself, he's mostly naked. The presence of people and the bright sunlight only amplify his shame and resentment.

Various health-preserving medicinal soups and dishes, besides being taken orally and applied externally, often involved direct infusion into the penis and anus for rapid absorption. However, this caused the person constant abdominal bloating and the unbearable urge to defecate. The desire to excrete was blocked by the jade rod inserted into the penis and the male-shaped object plugging the anus, leaving the medicine churning inside.

Soon after, Qiao Yunfei was released from this predicament of blocked exits, only to enter an even more embarrassing situation: after the blockages in his penis and anus were removed, he was forced by his remaining pride and self-restraint to actively suppress the urge to urinate, constantly tightening his anus. Sometimes, being forced to crawl, every step was like walking on thin ice.

Often, when Emperor Xi summoned him at noon or when he returned in the evening, one could often see the poor man, his belly full of medicine, constantly trembling his buttocks and shifting his legs slightly to distract himself from the unbearable discomfort. Often at this time, Emperor Xi would tease the man's crimson genitals and tight pink vulva, or pinch and knead his nipples, which were swollen like ripe plums. The man would be absolutely obedient at this time, not daring to move at all, letting him tease him wantonly, even gritting his teeth to suppress his moans.

Sometimes Emperor Xi would pick up the man, who was focused on suppressing his desires in his lower body, and gently rub his lower abdomen; sometimes he would slightly lick his thick labia; or tickle his armpits and soles of his feet, watching him suffer in embarrassment and pain. Whenever

Emperor Xi gently licked his earlobe and teased his ear with his tongue, he would whisper, "Shh—" and the man would be unable to hold back any longer, his anus and genitals would relax at the same time, and he would ejaculate in humiliation. Once the faucet was turned on, the discharge was difficult to stop; whenever the flow of water subsided slightly, Emperor Xi would tease him in every way possible, determined to see him empty his bladder completely.

Occasionally, even in broad daylight, the man would involuntarily shed a few drops of fluid due to the movements of crawling, wetting his lower body. But ashamed of this, he would often unconsciously suppress it when resting in bed or sitting on the couch.

However, Emperor Xi's daily teasing made him realize that this embarrassment and humiliation was inescapable. Over time, Qiao Yunfei seemed to give up. Sometimes, after being given medicinal soup, he would ignore it, letting it flow freely over himself and the floor. Liu Chang, who was serving him, saw this and earnestly advised Consort Ruofei to endure it, otherwise the soup would be expelled immediately, having no effect whatsoever, and requiring constant cleaning. Qiao Yunfei ignored him, giving up entirely, which only resulted in further torment…

Liu Chang ordered someone to give him more soup, then blocked his mouth to prevent it from escaping. As the blockage was removed, two thin, long, needle-like objects, one thin and one thick, were suddenly and gently inserted into his anus and rectum. Soon, Qiao Yunfei noticed the long needle inside his body swelling and absorbing water, and he groaned in pain. His penis, stretched red and swollen by the gradually thickening object inside, couldn't urinate a single drop! Seeing this, Liu Chang laughed, "Your Majesty, you may not know, but this is a treasure from the Western Regions, called 'Tearful Maiden' (the TT from 'A Letter of Divorce'). It's initially long and pointed, softening upon contact with water. Remarkably, an inch can absorb almost half a tube of water without a single drop. Only by squeezing it can a little water be squeezed out. But Your Majesty will have to be patient; this thing will continue to swell as it absorbs water until it can no longer absorb any more. Judging from its current size, it will probably take quite a while!"

Qiao Yunfei's penis was already swollen and bluish-purple, and his anus was gradually widening due to the swelling of the object, revealing a small opening the size of a wine glass! However, his hands and feet were bound, only able to support his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach his maliciously tortured genitals! Seeing his behavior, Liu Chang guessed his intention and laughed, "Your Majesty, please don't panic. Since Your Majesty wishes to learn to obey your master, even this matter of excretion requires the Emperor's permission. If Your Majesty doesn't cooperate from now on, I'm afraid this servant will have to use this treasure to help Your Majesty..."

"Ah...uh ah..." Finally, the surrounding figures dispersed, leaving Qiao Yunfei lying helplessly on the bed, enduring the double pain of a full stomach and throbbing lower body. Finally, the greedy "Tearful Maiden" had absorbed its fill of soup, and Qiao Yunfei, unable to bear it any longer, repeatedly contracted his urethra and anus, only managing to force out a drop or two of soup that slowly dripped down, truly living up to its name. However, after being squeezed, the Tearful Maiden continued to absorb the soup; the forced contractions of the body were so weak, while the soft, elastic object inside sometimes contracted and sometimes swelled, bringing instead an unbearable and unbearable lust. All afternoon, the dripping of fluid from his penis and anus never ceased, and Qiao Yunfei sobbed incessantly amidst the torment, yearning for release…

Finally, when Li Xi came to have his way with him, Qiao Yunfei was already covered in tears and soaking wet, utterly disheveled. Li Xi had already heard about this, and now he continuously rubbed and kneaded the trembling body, squeezing his penis with his hand, further arousing Qiao Yunfei's constant pleas and demands. Whether it was clenching his anus, twisting his hips, or performing oral sex and masturbation, Qiao Yunfei, in his chaotic torment, could not refuse; moreover, under the unbearable swelling and pain, he couldn't even distinguish whether he wanted Emperor Xi to continue torturing and squeezing him, or whether he wanted to push away the wanton hands… Li Xi, on the other hand, watched the uncontrollable dripping of fluid, watched the man's pleas and groveling for pleasure, enjoying his frenzied and unrestrained passionate service, the pleasure of completely controlling the man's excretion expanding to an unprecedented level, and further, because of the man's further subjugation, he wantonly played with him. The fiery dragon root plunged into the rear passage, the passage contracting sharply from the pain of the phallus, bringing endless pleasure to the controller. The humiliated one seemed to be in a daze, his constant pleas for mercy only adding to the excitement: "Ahhh...give it to me, give it to me...save me...no...let me pee...more..." A raging fire ignited from within, and Li Xi thrust in with a force that seemed to devour the other, yet remained still inside him, only rubbing the limp, dripping jade stem, enjoying the constant contraction and trembling of the warm, tight flesh walls. "Ahhh..." The person beneath him involuntarily trembled his legs, mimicking an exceptionally lewd thrusting motion, while the phallus was rubbed and dripped more in Emperor Xi's palm. The moans and whimpers gradually deepened, and with each thrust and rub, the pent-up semen flowed upwards, causing the already swollen testicles to swell even more, as if about to burst. Suddenly, Qiao Yunfei shuddered violently and stopped moving, his anus pulsating and tightening for nearly half an incense stick's time! As his limp body grew slightly weary, his lower abdomen was pressed down again, and the hand on his penis contracted. "Ahhh!" Another orgasm arrived, the anus continuing to tighten, bringing the glutton the ultimate pleasure!

Having experienced this ordeal, Qiao Yunfei dared not indulge his originally normal desires again. After being given herbal medicine every day, he could only actively suppress them, always afraid that a few drops might accidentally drip out, bringing even harsher punishment. Only when Emperor Xi held him up and gently commanded in his ear, "Pee!" or "Shh..." could he find release...

The human heart is never satisfied; soon after, the commands given to Qiao Yunfei often carried a deeper level of wanton torture. The commands given to him were gradually and forcibly divided into two: "urination" and "defecation"! It is known that humans have three urgent needs and six desires. Whenever Emperor Xi approached, Qiao Yunfei's breathing became heavy and his whole body trembled from suppressing his urges, as if every muscle was anxiously waiting. But now, instead of giving him a satisfying and quick death, he was forced to carefully distinguish between the urge to excrete from his genitals and the urge to excrete from his anus and intestines, continuing to suppress his urges and expel them one after the other! Qiao Yunfei's pleas were utterly useless: "Please, let me go... let me out... sob... ah..." After several commands, Qiao Yunfei trembled and lost control of his bladder, resulting in a variety of minor and major punishments. The base of his penis was often wrapped with a flexible band. Whenever he misunderstood the command and lost control of his bladder, the band would tighten, causing his bulging bladder to nearly burst! Or a short but thick plug would be used to block the entrance of his genitals, forcing the gushing fluid to flow backwards into his intestines!

Through repeated training and punishments, the men, intentionally trained to be his slaves, often broke down crying and begging for mercy. However, upon regaining their senses, they remained unwilling to completely submit and become the emperor's favored concubines. After several rounds of training, their bodies gradually became completely subjugated, and their excretions became entirely under the emperor's control. In fact, no matter how much they tried to hold it in, they dared not and could not shed a single drop!

Over time, the man's body truly became like that of a submissive slave. His eating, clothing, excretion, ejaculation, and all other actions were completely controlled by Emperor Xi. This distorted and chaotic reality brought him, who still retained his sanity, even more shame, frustration, and self-abandonment.

Author's note:

The following chapters are more intense; I need more encouragement!

45 Helplessness (Continued Training)

The frustration and self-abandonment from being unable to expel his pent-up emotions caused Qiao Yunfei to completely give up resistance, which also allowed him to preserve himself to some extent. When lust was aroused and when he was being trained, his soul did not shatter; instead, it was as if he had fallen into some kind of dream, transforming into a spirit and becoming a servant of the seven emotions and six desires.

When Emperor Li Xi arrived, the man being disciplined was kneeling on the wide bed, his lower abdomen and swollen penis bulging, his legs wide open, constantly crying out: "Ah! No... ah!" His breasts were forcibly pressed into two small rosebuds by silver clamps, being repeatedly clamped and pulled off. The tight opening was forcibly pried open under the golden hoop, revealing everything. Someone continuously applied more aphrodisiac with a brush, teasing his sensitive spots. His anus remained tightly contracted, and each light, yet heavy, lashes struck his anus, leaving it swollen and red like a baby's mouth. Each lash caused an involuntary, massive tremor: "Ah!"

The stimulation only made his anus contract even more tightly; the alluring indentations of his buttocks appeared and disappeared under the control of his muscles; with each lash, deep indentations of muscle from his suppressed suffering became visible at the base of his thighs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah—!" Cries, growing ever more piercing, emerged from the clamps, teasing, and even the lashes, testing his absolute obedience. The constant whipping and teasing brought immense stimulation to his body, which had been constantly suppressing its desires. His legs trembled and shifted from side to side, trying to gain a moment of relief by shifting his center of gravity, but it was all in vain; under the torment, Qiao Yunfei even craved sharper pain, or even being penetrated hard, to reduce the anxiety of sitting on pins and needles.

Li Xi reached out and slowly stroked the firm buttocks, which automatically and consciously arched even higher, the body, stretched to its limit and repeatedly tortured, yearning for release: "Your Majesty... I don't want... no... ah!"

The whipping did not stop, and Qiao Yunfei's face was already covered in tears, twisting his whole body trying to hide in the arms of his protector: "Ah! Your Majesty... save me..." The emperor, arriving late, lovingly and pleasantly caressed the man's weeping and pleas, licking his earlobe that he dared not dodge, and quietly asked: "What does Ruonu want me to do?"

The man, consumed by lust and desire, continued to twist his snake-like supple waist, his raised buttocks constantly pressing against the dragon robe, his intermittent requests rising amidst his moans: "Ah! Please, please Your Majesty, ah! Favor Ruonu... come in, insert it..." Only when Emperor Xi satisfied him could he be saved. At this moment, only seeking release, Qiao Yunfei uttered every request, however lowly.

"Where will you let me insert it?" The already erect and enormous penis rubbed against the swollen buttocks and the moist crevice, continuing to tease and provoke.

"Ah... Your Majesty, ah... Insert it into Ruonu's anus... Ah──!" The intermittent pleas were barely finished when a scream erupted, and that huge, hot penis directly and brutally penetrated the still-unreleased, fluid-filled anus!

"Ugh...!" The already crowded space became even more cramped, and Qiao Yunfei felt as if his abdomen was about to burst. Emperor Xi slapped his buttocks, saying, "Tighten it! If it leaks out again, I'll punish you severely!" As the dragon root began to thrust wildly, Qiao Yunfei suddenly choked, almost unable to breathe. With the constant surging of the fluid inside his body and the repeated impact on his inner walls, the unbearable groans and sobs rang out again: "Ugh... Pull it out... Ah! Let me out... Hah! Please, Your Majesty... Don't stay inside... Spare me... Ah ha..."

With each thrust, the fluid continued to overflow; his penis was suddenly squeezed, and his buttocks were slapped even harder: "Tighten!" Under the intense pain, the opening of his anus contracted sharply, and Emperor Xi reduced the intensity of his thrusts, making sure the dragon root didn't leave his anus to ensure the fluid wouldn't leak out again.

After about a hundred thrusts, Emperor Xi was about to climax, so he subdued the man and whispered in his ear, "Slowly urinate... Stop! Urine... Stop!" Ruonu immediately burst into tears of relief, but was constantly ordered to stop, choking back sobs and almost unable to breathe; the exhilarating release in his anus vanished without a trace, and he could only carefully and slowly leak out a few drops, then tighten his muscles and bulge his veins to continue to endure, and then release slightly again; his anus further aroused Emperor Xi's climax, and a large amount of dragon essence gushed into his anus like a water dragon, endlessly!

As if enduring a lifetime, the gluttonous feast finally ended; the man, confused, helpless yet absolutely obedient, convulsed in a daze, and with a "plop," his anus finally completely lost control, "Ah—" the spreading fluid flowed everywhere, instantly soaking the entire bed.

And so, the man, utterly enslaved by desire and power, gradually lost his moral compass, unknowingly nearly surrendering completely. However, at this moment, his surrender was neither the end nor the destination; his aroused sadistic and destructive desires could not be stopped, and day and night, the debauched game continued.

"Ah...ah..." Inside the solemn and majestic main hall was the emperor's study. However, a man's low, seductive voice, groaning intermittently, shattered this solemnity.

Beneath the dragon desk, the man hidden within trembled violently, his limbs twitching like a dog's, for the medicine filling his body had already made him feel as if he were three months pregnant, unable to bear it any longer. His wide-open buttocks faced directly at the emperor seated on the dragon throne. From the outer hall, the emperor appeared composed and upright, seemingly carefully reviewing memorials. However, a restless foot was pressing down between the upturned buttocks of the slave under the table, its toes occasionally inserting into any possible opening, sometimes teasingly thrusting in and out, sometimes rubbing up and down with the slippery lustful fluid.

Even so, Ruonu himself could not bear the trembling of incontinence, which accelerated the friction of his toes, and his sensitive body quickly heated up, feeling a hundred times more tormented: "Ah... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Emperor Xi noticed his unease and impending limit, squatted down to comfort him, picked him up, gently kissed his temple, and teased: "Ruonu, why is the medicine you just drank about to come out?"

His slender, almost transparent white body rubbed uncomfortably against the dragon robe: "It's swollen... It's about to burst..."

"Besides swollen? Ruonu, you should be honest?"

"I...I..." Her supple waist writhed and twisted, and Ruonu finally blurted out her true thoughts: "I can't take it anymore...I beg Your Majesty to favor Ruonu..."

But Emperor Xi continued to press on, determined to break the man's last line: "Didn't I just favor you yesterday? Ruonu's body is so wanton, I can never get enough, what should I do?"

A crystal tear slid down her face, forming a strange and vivid contrast with her flushed cheeks, which were immersed in lust, yet strangely harmonious: "...My front hole can't take it anymore...it itches...I beg Your Majesty..." Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and for the first time she used words to plead. Such shameful desire, in her shame, made the man close his eyes tightly, and tears dripped down, making the emperor even more obsessed in an instant.

He licked away the slightly salty tears with his lips and tongue, and Emperor Xi held the fragile, almost collapsing man in his arms, rocking and swaying him like a baby: "Yunfei, be good, Yunfei, be good, bear with it. Only after your training is finished can I have my way with you..."

Author's Note:

Thank you everyone for the gifts and encouragement! Thank you! I

've been under too much work pressure lately and can't continue writing the plot.

I'm stuck.

Also, everyone has different tastes; some people like the submissive character and want him to be good, while others like training and explicit content.

I will try my best to write a good emotional development and a happy ending in the later chapters... I'm sorry to have disappointed many people, and I'm also very sad. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will write a different kind of plot to satisfy everyone's tastes. This time, I can only say that I will try my best in the later chapters. If you encounter a chapter that you can't stand, please skip it! I'm sorry. Also, thank you all for your support.

46 The Path to Advancement

Licking away the slightly salty tears with his lips and tongue, Emperor Xi held the fragile man who was almost collapsing in his arms and rocked him from side to side as if coaxing an infant: "Yunfei, be good, Yunfei, be good, bear with it. I can only have my pleasure with you after your training is over... I don't want you to take any medicine to stop pregnancy. If you get pregnant with my child in the middle, I will have to stop your training." Although he said this, the main reason for making Qiao Yunfei suffer and take the initiative to seek pleasure was actually because, no matter what, the hermaphroditic body could not stop Emperor Xi's enjoyment, and it could bring more hunger and obedience to the man who could not get his favor in one place.

Ultimately captivated by the unusual behavior and pitiful appearance of the young man in his arms, Emperor Xi chuckled with a hint of pleasure, "It's not like there's no way..." As he spoke, while still embracing him, he retrieved a box from a hidden compartment beside the table. "Yunfei, take a look, how about this?"

The ancient imperial harem was rife with all sorts of playthings and implements. Inside the dark box, on luxurious silk, lay several objects, shocking and terrifying to behold. Li Xi casually picked up one and handed it to Qiao Yunfei for examination: an unusually enormous turtle-shell-shaped male form, tapering from thin to thick, reaching the size of a fist at its thickest point. Its entire surface was densely covered with layers of scales, and its tail forked, connecting to a branch covered with needle-like protrusions—specifically designed for torturing the lips of concubines. At the base of this enormous male form were two long belts used to secure it to the waist, their purpose immediately clear.

The instrument drew closer, its dark, oily glans rubbing against the pale, flushed cheek. The bullied man flinched slightly, his body breathing becoming heavy with fear and shame, yet also with an indescribable anticipation...

Emperor Xi's breathing also grew heavy, as he affectionately licked and kissed the man's lips, the sweet, supple taste making him almost want to chew it up and swallow it whole. "If Ruonu wants anything, you must first obey me obediently. Right now, you are just my slave. Whatever I want you to do, you must absolutely obey. Only when you are completely obedient will I dare to let you go."

The person in his arms raised his head, his sorrowful eyes filled with pleading, pain, fear, and submission: "Now Ruonu has already obeyed me obediently, even... even excretion is completely in accordance with Your Majesty's orders. Please, Your Majesty, do not punish or humiliate Ruonu anymore, I can't bear it..."

Emperor Xi stared blankly, finally coming back to his senses: "I was almost bewitched by you again! Maybe you would take advantage of my soft heart to escape, hurt me, or boldly tamper with the memorials, or even rebel!" He became angrier as he spoke, "I see there is nothing in the world that you wouldn't dare to do. Now, just be my little slave obediently!"

Qiao Yunfei listened to the reprimand, becoming more and more afraid and terrified. The burning anger and the sense of punishment around him made him uneasy, yet he dared not move, even forgetting the swelling and desire within him.

Li Xi, out of pity for his current state, suppressed his anger and soothed him, saying, "Don't cry anymore. Human pleasures are the ultimate joy. Even in self-cultivation, there are practices like the Buddha of Bliss and the Path

of Dual Cultivation. Don't be shy or ashamed. Don't cry anymore. Slaves naturally regard their masters as their heaven. Remember, I'm not humiliating you, I just want you to be obedient and enjoy it." "Your Majesty... Yunfei doesn't want to be a slave anymore, Yunfei... can't bear this every day..."

"Too late." The emperor smiled cruelly, "Now you should be obedient and serve me well. Only if I am satisfied can I promote you to a favorite, and then to a concubine... Liu Chang probably teaches you the Three Obediences and Four Virtues every day. I let you choose yourself before. Since you are unwilling to be my concubine, then you can only be a good slave." The person beneath him was in great pain because his struggles and pleas were once again in vain. Emperor Xi chuckled mockingly, ending the discussion: "Why don't you play some games with me first... If you satisfy me enough, I'll reward you with this." With that, Emperor Xi playfully shook the turtle-shell-shaped male figurine in his hand, kneading its smooth, adorable, swollen belly while licking its swollen nipples.

After betraying himself once more, begging for favor and flattery like a woman, his pleas and submission, his hopes and pleas for mercy, were cruelly shattered once more. Qiao Yunfei endured the ravages of his hands, sparse tears streaming down his face. Now he had no choice. Grudges and resentments had faded under the daily torment, and his grand ambitions for death and escape had long since diminished; his only desire was to escape this sea of suffering, to gain even a moment's relief! Slave, pet, wife and concubine—this arduous path of advancement was perhaps his only way out. Immersed in desire easily aroused once more, the man, thirsty, bloated, constantly suppressed and fearful, finally closed his eyes, shutting out his rare moments of clarity, and once again succumbed to the sea of lust…

47 Hide and Seek of Desire (Continued Training)

September 14th, Yongchang 13th year

After the Cold Dew, the weather gradually cooled. The trip to Chengde for summer retreat had long since ended, and Qiao Yunfei, along with Emperor Xi, returned to the Hehuan Palace, which had been secretly renovated over the past few days. The entire palace had long been transformed into a place of debauchery for the emperor's future games.

Qiao Yunfei had already removed the gold and silver chains from his limbs, but due to his duty as a servant, he still constantly spread his body, crawling on his knees, or changing into the most lewd sitting or kneeling postures at the command of a single glance. Under Liu Chang's countless tutelages, the man, who always knelt and crawled with his chest out and buttocks raised, always knelt and sat with his anus pressed against his heels, and always sat with his genitals exposed for all to see, became increasingly obedient and submissive, ready to be defiled at any moment.

Even under such complete control, the occasional humiliation and restraint revealed in the man's misty eyes contrasted sharply with his naked and seductive body, igniting a desire to ravage, control, and ravage. Li Xi had long forgotten his original intentions, immersing himself in the game day after day, lingering there, as if he too were sinking into

depravity with Qiao Yunfei. Contrary to his previous impatience, inspired by Qiao Yunfei's pleas and at Liu Chang's suggestion, Emperor Xi rarely actually violated him anymore. The comfort of the dragon's root was a rare reward for a man who was often immersed in lust and unable to find relief, while Emperor Xi often reserved his burning desire and bestowed his favor upon other concubines in the harem. At night, he no longer summoned Consort Ruo, but instead used the secret passage daily to summon her at any time, or occasionally personally come to discipline her.

The deep, secluded passage was already covered with layers of soft carpets, making it convenient for Ruo Nu to accept summons at any time. The lewd games were varied and endless, constantly pushing his already weak limits, always pushing him to the point of begging for mercy.

"Ah ha... ah ha..." The secret passage was empty, with numerous seemingly endless branching paths leading down, and the naked man crawled through it at varying paces. The game of the past few days was called "hide-and-seek." If Qiao Yunfei could evade the Emperor and his three attendants, he could escape a day of torment; conversely, anywhere the Emperor found him, he would be punished on the spot. The places to hide were pitifully few; the Hehuan Palace, the inner palace of Zhengyang Palace, and several rooms were nothing more than cages...

On the first day, Qiao Yunfei hid in the west wing room, a sparsely populated study rarely visited. However, when the servants finally found him an hour later, the long-waiting Emperor Xi immediately subjected him to a severe punishment: flogging. On the fifth lash, Qiao Yunfei was given the rare order to stand, legs shoulder-width apart, chest out, to receive his punishment. The first lash landed on his smooth, fleshy buttocks; afterwards, the whip gradually moved upwards, teasing his body like tongues of fire, each whistling sound striking his nipples, lower abdomen, thighs, and sides. Afterwards, Qiao Yunfei was ordered to kneel, raising his buttocks high, exposing his anus to receive two lashes; when Li Xi gently caressed his skin, every inch of his burning skin groaned, pain, itching, and desire mingling together, almost instantly bringing him to a silent climax! However, the man did not fulfill his silent desires and cravings. He simply turned his trembling body over, exposing his private parts completely, and then gave him the final three lashes! His erect penis, swollen scrotum, and dripping labia, along with his vulva, were all brutally licked and kissed by the whip, instantly unleashing a torrent of passion throughout his body! "Ahhh—" A scream echoed through the inner room as Emperor Xi rubbed his beautiful, writhing, flushed body and gently commanded, "Pee!" A continuous climax followed, but this unsatisfied and unfulfilling release only made Qiao Yunfei more miserable!

The second time, although he knew it was just a trap of punishment, his remaining reason and longing forced Qiao Yunfei to try his best to escape and hide. All's fair in war. This time, Qiao Yunfei carefully investigated the eunuchs' search trail, choosing the same location that had been searched—the west wing—but hiding in a different place. Sure enough, not long after, the eunuch arrived again in a hurry, searching the closet where he had hidden the day before. He quickly skimmed through the empty room and rushed off again. For two hours, Qiao Yunfei finally found a rare moment of peace in the huge, hollow bookcase.

For two hours, from initial tension and anxiety to later relief and relaxation, and then to the increasing commotion outside, the captured man was like prey caught in a trap, constantly experiencing cycles of tension and unease. When the footsteps approached for the third time, and the sounds of chests being overturned echoed, Qiao Yunfei felt his heart almost leap out of his throat. Suddenly, the voices faded into the distance, and the room fell silent. The hiding man finally let out a long sigh of relief—his strength was no longer sufficient for a third relocation.

Suddenly, the chest creaked open, and the blinding candlelight stung his eyes. The man inside immediately trembled uncontrollably: he had been discovered after all!

It turned out that when the eunuchs couldn't find him anywhere and Li Xi finally came to look for him himself, he put himself in Li Xi's shoes and searched the west wing again. Since he had found him personally, the emperor was pleased but not furious. He simply lifted the thin silk robe of the man in the box, gently lifted him out, and laughed, "Finally, I've found you. Ruonu, are you willing to accept defeat today? Hmm… how should I punish you?"

Having endured several ups and downs, and exhausted both physically and mentally, Qiao Yunfei was powerless to resist. The frustration and fear of being caught again made his stiff body submit to the emperor's caresses, as if defying his own will. "Ah…" Soon, a low moan could no longer be suppressed. His sensitive body, long unsatisfied, gradually softened in the man's embrace. Emptiness gradually replaced peace, and a flush like the evening glow covered his body. A finger skillfully slipped inside him, gently scratching his already itchy and numb lips, immediately igniting a raging fire. Emperor Xi loved watching him tremble with shyness after being teased, his naked body twisting sensitively. His eyes, which were usually so clear they seemed to pierce through the void and vanish in an instant, were now veiled with a misty light, sometimes appearing like spring water under the lamplight. Yet, at these moments, the man would often don a cloak of shyness, his eyes, filled with a hazy light, revealing his repression and restraint, struggle and desire, pleading and forbearance—a vivid and alluring sight that aroused a man's sadistic desires. This Qiao Yunfei was completely his, his possession, his control. No longer a thousand miles away, no longer unattainable, no longer reminding him of the unattainable love, and the merciless dagger that pierced him. 03-06
48 Playing with Ink (Erotic Love)

The Emperor was smug, but not furious. With a gentle lift, he removed the thin silk robe, and gently embraced the man, laughing, "Finally, I've found you. Ruonu, are you willing to accept defeat today? Hmm... how should I punish you?" After a few moments of caressing and teasing, when the man's breathing became rapid, he leisurely set him down, leaving Qiao Yunfei, whose legs were weak and who could barely stand, leaning against the layers of trunks, about to collapse.

"What would Yun'er like to play today?" Emperor Xi asked teasingly, looking at the woman before him, who was both alluring and independent. Then he answered himself, "Oh, right, I just remembered, Yun'er loves practicing calligraphy and often comes to this study. I suppose you miss the days when you practiced calligraphy. I personally taught you back then, so you can practice now!"

With his words, Qiao Yunfei shuddered again, knowing he couldn't escape this fate. His body, gradually going limp, was soon manipulated into whatever position he desired. His squatting form rose and fell, hot sweat dripping down his smooth back with each breath, blurring his vision.

His blossoming anus was now tightly gripping a short, thick pen. His dazed body had long since defied reason, unable to resist the urge to hold on. His plump, peach-like buttocks, teased by the occasional sneak attacks of hands, constantly struggled and twisted, causing the pen tip, dripping with nectar, to glide across the paper, as if writing. Qiao Yunfei desperately tried to sit up, to avoid the pen pen penning deeper, but each time he raised his buttocks slightly, he was met with a loud slap or a pinch on his nipple, forcing him to straighten his upper body, maintaining a position with his legs wide open and buttocks facing down. The pen touched the paper, constantly probing the most sensitive intestinal walls in the shallowest part of his anus; with his struggles, the pen tip churned and twisted inside, bringing with it an endless emptiness. Before long, the long-satisfied man surrendered, groaning and submitting to his master's every command, enduring this depraved torment.

The man beside him had already lifted his robe, revealing a large, erect penis beneath his trousers. As he stood, it pointed directly at the crouching man's thin lips, which were swollen with a mixture of abstinence and rage. With a groan, the hot, large penis plunged straight into the wet mouth, making the suppressed, choked breathing even more indistinct. Soon, Li Xi began to thrust passionately, his dripping dragon root penetrating deep into the throat, causing the supple body to shift repeatedly. After a long while, a low whimper escaped his lips, followed by a gush of semen that blocked his throat; the large amount of fluid, unable to be swallowed, slid down his cheeks and chest. Perhaps it had been too long since he had properly enjoyed this alluring body; Emperor Xi continued to erupt, ejaculating continuously. He withdrew his penis and held it to the man's frustrated face, spraying his passionate semen all over him like watering a flower. The man, deeply distressed by his insatiable desires, kept his eyes tightly shut. His usually butterfly-like eyelashes, glistening with semen, seemed to blend purity and lewdness, giving the conqueror immense pleasure. He shoved the man's struggling body aside, pulled out the writing brush, and frantically caressed his body, asking, "Do you want me? What do you want?" The man, pushed to his limit, writhed wildly with his supple and thirsty body, temptation within reach. His lips, which had been constantly moaning and groaning, were now clenched tightly, as if afraid of succumbing. Emperor Xi picked up the fine purple wolf-hair brush and began to trace patterns on the sensitive body. "Ahhh—!" Qiao Yunfei suddenly choked, as if he had lost control of his bladder. A large amount of thick fluid gushed out from his sensitive flower bud. Every inch of the muscles in his secret place twitched. As the rabbit hair and wolf hair brushes of different toughness swept across his secret place, he actually reached an orgasm! The brush continued its merciless drawing, sometimes gently and sometimes hastily tracing every inch of skin and folds. The man's lower body was already soaked: "Ah... hurry up and stab... stab in..." With a scream, in his confusion, that thing that was both piercing and soft was different from a needle tip or a jade dildo, teasing every inch of soil in the passage, making Qiao Yunfei completely surrender. In his confusion, a soft command, "Pee slowly... slower..." caused the man to instantly break down. A large amount of fluid in his abdomen leaked out, but his tormented penis still remembered the punishment it had suffered, obediently and autonomously making contraction and release movements. The fluid dripped slowly and thinly, and the surging climax lasted for a long time, like a woman's perversion. Qiao Yunfei cried and begged incessantly!

...Once the game begins, it's hard to stop easily. At this moment, the captured man was panting heavily, recalling his previous two experiences as he struggled to escape through the deep, secret passage. The memories of the repeated punishments were deeply etched into his bones; whether it was to avoid further punishment and torment, to gain a moment of peace, or simply because only the Emperor's ministrations after the game could bring him a slight satisfaction, he could no longer discern.

This time, he chose the intricate, winding passage.

Author's Note:

Hehe. I really love those hide-and-seek scenes!

49 No Way Out. Candle Play (Discipline)

This time, he chose the intricate, winding passage.

Every step he took while crawling brought with it a low, seductive moan. To please the Emperor, new and special tools were developed: two small clamps with slightly heavy bells attached gripped his flushed breasts; the bells swayed back and forth as he crawled, tinkling softly; two overlapping cylindrical mechanisms in his anus were constantly pulled and repeatedly thrust in and out with the movement of his legs; his penis was fitted with a new mechanism made of cork and silk, and moving his limbs back and forth caused the outer layer of the mechanism to move up and down due to the silver chains, constantly rubbing against him.

He continued forward, this stubborn persistence like a joke, toying with himself. His legs grew weaker and weaker, his body grew hotter and hotter, yet the map of the secret passage had been etched into his mind countless times, and the exit seemed to be just ahead…

At the end of the path, an iron gate stood silently and solemnly before him.

The crawling man looked up at this impenetrable wall, and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

...When the Emperor arrived, the man leaned against the iron wall in an unusual posture, seemingly trying to curl up, even his sleeping face was furrowed with unease. Li Xi gently picked him up, his movements tender, yet still waking him from his dream.

The man nestled against his chest, pitiful and obedient, pleading, "Your Majesty, please spare Yunfei..."

Seeing this, though there was pity, punishment was still punishment. Knowing there was no escape, Li Xi wanted to prevent even the slightest possibility.

This game was called "Candlestick."

Li Xi laid the man down, pulling the chain to fasten it to the door knocker, making him appear with his limbs raised high and his buttocks almost erect. With a slight pull, he removed the mechanism, and his penis immediately stood erect.

He casually removed the candlestick from the wall, tilting it, and drops of candle wax immediately fell, wetting the already swollen and glistening nipples.

"Ah! Ahh!" As the candle wax dripped, the bound man twisted his body, trying to escape. His bent waist, revealing wrinkles, was supple yet firm, exceptionally alluring.

Soon, the candle wax solidified, forming two thick, hard shells on his breasts.

The controller began to rub his lower body incessantly, eliciting continuous moans and groans: "Ah ha... ah ha..."

Unsatisfied, the man twisted his body desperately, trying to appease the wanton hands; his two orifices secreted fluids, glistening with moisture.

When the man finally couldn't bear it any longer and began to beg for pleasure, Emperor Xi pulled out a brand new red candle from the side of the candlestick and inserted it upright into his wanton anus. "Ah—" After a long period of emptiness, finally receiving penetration, his anus immediately opened and closed like a small mouth, greedily swallowing.

The second candle was an exceptionally short one, tightly inserted into the tip of the hairpin at the entrance, pointing directly into the void.

As the two candles were lit, a few drops of red tears slid down their sides, sending shivers down his sensitive body. Due to his position, the second short candle, pointing directly at his chest and abdomen, dripped even faster.

"Your Majesty… Ah!…Your Majesty…"

Qiao Yunfei dared not move, yet how could he stop the intermittent dripping of red tears? His stiff body could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure; a large clump of white nectar slid out from his unblocked clitoris.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qiao Yunfei could no longer hold on; beads of sweat streamed down his distressed face, his legs trembling weakly.

"Your Majesty, spare Ruonu… Ruonu… Ah! I dare not do it again…"

"Not running away anymore?" Emperor Xi scrutinized the person beside him suspiciously; similar words had been uttered countless times before.

"Ruo Nu... I dare not... Save me... Ah! Spare me..."

Emperor Xi gripped the man's throbbing jaw, forcing him to speak forcefully: "Say it, you are my slave, to obey my commands for life, never to disobey, swear it!"

"...Ah ha... Ah ha..." Finally, the man, punished by lust and candle tears, mustered his last strength: "I swear, for life, I will obey Your Majesty's commands, never to disobey; to be Your Majesty's slave for life, never to escape again... Ah!"

"What if you break your oath? I want you to swear with the one you care about most! And, call my name!"

The man beneath him murmured, crystal tears sliding down his face.

"Hehe, if you don't break your oath, what are you afraid of retribution for? Yun Fei, we both know who you care about most."

Emperor Xi's hands continued, his fingers lightly teasing his genitals, quietly waiting for him to submit.

After another short while, the man had lost all strength, supported only by the chains. The red candle wax, burning faster and faster due to his increasingly tilted body, dripped more and more, covering large areas of his skin.

Several drops of wax fell in a row, running down the crevice of his raised buttocks, across his perineum, and down to his wrinkled, thin abdomen, seemingly trying to slide onto his breathing chest.

"...Ah...ah..." His whole body was unbearably numb and itchy, gradually sealed off as the wax cooled and solidified. This strange sensation intensified his unbearable thirst.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a lifetime, Qiao Yunfei finally opened his mouth, parched from thirst: "Heaven above, Qiao Yunfei swears to the heavens that in this life I am Li Xi's slave, and will never dare to disobey in the slightest... I will obey his orders for life, and will never dare to try to escape again..."

"If... if I disobey..." His wide eyes stared straight at the man looking down at him, and finally, under the man's piercing gaze, he uttered his last words: "If I disobey, may my parents not enjoy their peaceful old age... When I die, may I not rest in peace in the netherworld..."

As soon as Qiao Yunfei finished his vow, tears streamed down his face like a raging sea: "Ah—!! Ahhh—!"

With a roar, Li Xi took down the nearly burnt-out red candle and slowly tore off the pieces of wax that clung to his skin. And Qiao Yunfei, like an innocent child, let him do as he pleased, without the slightest resistance.

Patches of crimson skin were exposed. Li Xi untied him and laid him down, then suddenly slapped his erect penis across the face. The penis swayed and swelled even more with the movement, and droplets of dew dripped from its head.

Qiao Yunfei choked on his breath, finally stopping his roar, his expression still dazed, as if still in a dream.

Li Xi inserted a finger into the lubricated, hot flower, immediately awakening the other's senses: "Ah..." The honeyed orifice, long deprived of any caress or stimulation, seemed alive, constantly sucking at the finger. The flower walls rolled and rippled like waves, both strong and gentle, accompanied by soft, wet sounds.

Li Xi teased him with his finger, moving in and out of his opening, deliberately testing his subjugation. He said, "Today's punishment is not over yet. You have two choices: one, I will withhold my favor for five days; two, if you obediently perform a candle play today, I will reward you with your pleasure."

His misty eyes opened, shining like starlight against his tender red skin; at this moment, that starlight was pure and beautiful, devoid of any stubbornness or resentment: "If this slave is willing to perform a candle play..."

He finally admitted his thirst and lust, and the man, lost in his own desire, blushed even more, shame still welling up in his heart.

50 Trial. Reward (Romantic Encounters)

Li Xi carried Qiao Yunfei back to Zhengyang Palace. It was already dusk. He didn't bother with any more selections, placing Qiao Yunfei on the table and ordering several new candles to be brought. The newly lit, specially made red candles were placed one by one on Qiao Yunfei's prostrate back. This time, Emperor Xi intended to test him, reading for a full hour. Qiao Yunfei simply maintained the outstretched position, daring not to move slightly, silently letting the candle wax drip into the grooves of his back.

In the silence, only the rustling of pages broke the stillness. The person prostrate on the table seemed to have become a giant candlestick, existing solely for illumination.

After a full hour, his limbs, supporting him, began to tremble. Fearing failure and punishment, Qiao Yunfei's breath seemed to stop.

His shallow breathing finally drew the emperor's attention from his book. Seeing the naked body on the table, so alluring, the

emperor chuckled and removed the candlestick, releasing him: "If you do well today, I will keep my promise and reward you handsomely." In the blink of an eye, he was on the dragon bed, his body writhing in unbearable desire, tempting the emperor. His long-suppressed lust seemed ready to be released at any moment.

However, Li Xi teasingly took out the enormous turtle-shell-shaped male object from the chest and held it to Qiao Yunfei's face and lips: "Do you want it?"

Qiao Yunfei had already seen this male object, a reward the emperor had set in his heart, but he had never experienced it firsthand. He never imagined that today's favor would be it! However, his slightly open mouth couldn't stop the head of that thing from entering; soon, his tongue, with nowhere to hide, had moistened the tip of the enormous penis.

Only when the entire male form was fully inserted into his mouth, causing his once handsome face to contort in agony, did Emperor Xi cease his advance: "If you don't moisten it, you'll be the one suffering later..."

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, saliva overflowed from his mouth, which was wide open to its limit, making the member glisten black, like a strange, living thing.

Li Xi withdrew the main branch of his male organ and then ordered Qiao Yunfei to lick the small branch that branched off at the base. The branch was covered with needle-like protrusions, each with a rounded tip.

A fragrant tongue, covered in clear saliva, cautiously extended, teasing the small branch, causing the tip to rise and fall like waves. Li Xi's breathing quickened, and he continued to tease Qiao Yunfei's genitals with his fingers, stimulating even more involuntary reactions.

Finally, the foreplay ended, and Li Xi hurriedly strapped the male form to his waist, and the two massive swords thrust straight in!

"Ah—!" The flower, long deprived of any filling, burst forth with passionate nectar upon contact with the thick, turtle-shell-like male form! The unprecedented fullness brought Qiao Yunfei to the brink of climax!

When the dragon root and the male form simultaneously reached their hilt, unable to go any further, the small branch of the male form pressed precisely against the sensitive flower lips! Li Xi separated two fingers, parting the shy flower lips, revealing the pearl, firmly held in place by the needle-like fingers.

With the slightest movement of Li Xi, Qiao Yunfei could no longer resist, trembling like a leaf: "Ahhh!"

The inner walls of both orifices, rubbed together by the attack from both ends, felt as if they were about to be ground to dust; the itching was instantly relieved, and the clitoris contracted sharply; the clitoris, subjected to the punishment of protrusion, experienced an overwhelming wave of pleasure that swept over her entire body!

Li Xi only made a couple of movements before stopping, leaving Qiao Yunfei, immersed in the abyss of desire yet unable to escape, groaning pitifully.

Soon, a frantic unease surged from his sensitive spot, and a low, hoarse plea rang out: "Your Majesty... I beg Your Majesty... please..."

Having waited agonizingly for an hour, enduring the torment of the candlelight, his stiff limbs suddenly came alive; his supple body, which should have been as agile as a leopard, now writhed like a snake. Until Li Xi embraced his waist, and suddenly, with a twist, they changed positions!

"Ahhh—" In that instant of sitting down, it felt as if both orifices were being pierced, and his sensitive labia, stimulated by friction, burned as if teased by flames!

Long-term training and discipline had ignited all of Qiao Yunfei's hidden desires, and this action now set off a raging inferno. His body, never satisfied, was like a sacrifice, impaled on two giant swords, yet still unsatisfied!

Li Xi ruthlessly teased the tip of his penis and the swollen nipples, teasing and mockingly asking, "Is my service to your cunt comfortable enough?"

The solemn oath and the hour-long punishment had long since made Qiao Yunfei abandon his resistance, and now he was completely at Li Xi's mercy: "Comfortable... ah—oh... please... Your Majesty..."

Amidst the lewd moans, Li Xi deliberately pushed Qiao Yunfei to his limit: "You slut! What does your cunt want?"

The man beneath him widened his unfocused black eyes, paused for a moment, and choked out, "My cunt... wants... Your Majesty, move..."

Aroused by these words, Li Xi immediately lifted Qiao Yunfei's waist and began to thrust wildly, his two raging swords, one cold and one hot, withdrawing and plunging heavily, trying to penetrate the fiery, sucking passage!

"Ahhh—" Qiao Yunfei roared, his body trembling uncontrollably, reaching a climax! However, the emperor was not yet satisfied, and how could he easily give up? With each deep and shallow thrust, the labia trembled from the friction; streams of nectar flowed from their joined bodies!

It wasn't the initial ejaculation; Qiao Yunfei's climax lingered, becoming increasingly pleasurable with each thrust, remaining suspended in waves of pleasure. Soon, Li Xi stopped moving, but the person on his hips continued to rise and fall spontaneously, bringing him extraordinary pleasure.

When Qiao Yunfei, with Emperor Xi's permission, ejaculated three times, he could no longer endure it. Li Xi, however, had regained his strength. Though he withdrew his dragon root, he still teased him with his penis, causing Qiao Yunfei to repeatedly beg for mercy: "Ah! Spare me… Your Majesty, spare Ruonu… Waaah… Ruonu can't take it anymore…"

51 Reborn as a Slave (Training)

October 8th, Yongchang Thirteenth Year.

From then on, Li Xi felt he had completely tamed Qiao Yunfei. Imperial decrees are difficult to obey, especially in the unrestrained harem where favor and power are concentrated in one person. Qiao Yunfei, treated as a slave, seemed to have completely accepted his fate, forgetting his past. He served diligently every day, appearing completely subservient to the emperor, not only indulging in wanton pleasure but also offering tender care.

His life as a slave was like a rebirth; all his past memories, through constant torment and the deprivation of even the bare minimum of human necessities, gradually faded into the distance, like a previous life. He forcefully abandoned everything he had once held dear, anxiously seeking only to please Emperor Xi in order to improve his life in the slightest. The traces left by those years were only occasionally retrieved when Emperor Xi needed them.

For example, once, in the brightly lit hall during the day, he danced with a sword, his long, thin penis between his legs, and before the dance was finished, he was already kneeling on the ground like a woman, serving his superior. He had forgotten his past life of swords and glory; now, while his swordsmanship remained sharp, another skill he excelled in had become even more remarkable: the daily morning rituals of verbal service and the constant summons had honed his abilities.

Beneath his servile facade, Emperor Xi did not frequently favor him, but instead remembered his initial intentions, constantly keeping him in suspense. Often, Emperor Xi did not use him, but when dealing with documents and memorials, if no other official summoned him, he would have him by his side. He would often order him to serve him with his tongue, to masturbate with tools, or, when the mood struck, to arouse him, then leave him aside, leaving him to groan, beg, and endure. Over time, Ruonu even felt like a tool, or a vessel, merely convenient for the possessor, but unable to gain much satisfaction; in his daily state of constant fear, Emperor Xi's favor truly became a rare reward and blessing.

As for the various sweet words and vows, they had already been recited countless times and were firmly imprinted in Ruonu's heart. Now, Emperor Xi only needed to raise an eyebrow or move a finger, and Ruonu could immediately and tacitly carry out these silent commands.

The training of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues continued. The "Four Virtues" refer to morality, appearance, speech, and merit, but in this context, it was a distorted interpretation used by Nanfeng Pavilion to train its male concubines. Coupled with Emperor Xi's deliberate alteration, the training of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues truly tormented Qiao Yunfei every day.

The Three Obediences: The emperor is the supreme ruler; one must not flee, fear, or disobey, and must serve the emperor at all times.

Virtue, however, means knowing shame, rank, nobility, and status: Nakedness is shameful, as is lewdness and lust; only by attaining the status of a "concubine" can these shameful acts be presented only to the emperor.

Appearance, on the other hand, refers to the cultivation of one's appearance—not dignified, but the more alluring the better, such as wearing veils, gold chains, and jade pendants…

Speech, not only means speaking freely and eloquently with the emperor, but also knowing what is appropriate and inappropriate to say: one can no longer refer to oneself as "you" or "I," but must always refer to oneself as "your slave," "your servant," "your lowly slave," or "your lewd slave," and the term "lewd hole" must be used, even knowing how to beg to please the emperor…

Skill, naturally, is the art of serving.

Through this process, Qiao Yunfei was perfectly molded. However, although things had changed, his nature remained unchanged. When his mind was clear, he would always wear a veil of shyness, like a budding flower, a stark contrast to his wantonness when passion was raging. Whenever he was forced or teased, or asked to make lewd noises, his clear eyes, slightly misty, would always show shame and unease—Li Xi loved this about him the most, and had teased him countless times.

Sometimes, when receiving foreign officials, he would order him to kneel under the dragon table to serve, arousing his desire, yet he had to endure it with shame and not make a sound; sometimes, he would be granted the privilege of wearing outer garments and dressing as a woman, and personally take him to pay his respects to the Empress, where the toys in his private parts would cause him great suffering while he sat upright; sometimes, he would be taken to ride horses in the countryside, and again, he would be pampered in every way…

By this time, Emperor Xi no longer confined him to the Hehuan Palace, but rather, fearing that he was being too forceful, he would sometimes take him out incognito. The details of his previous escape hadn't been settled, so he was allowed to leave the palace with his shadow guards to meet Zhou Chengxiao and put his mind at ease. However, when he met his former confidant, his impeccable attire masked his unbearable suffering, making Qiao Yunfei feel extremely uncomfortable, and he hurriedly returned. Zhou Chengxiao remained, filled with suspicion, but dared not ask or interfere.

By mid-October, he was finally promoted to the rank of favorite. However, in Qiao Yunfei's eyes, there was no difference between a plaything and a slave. He was dressed entirely in fur and animal tails, unable to speak or ask for anything, only able to please his master by appearing as an animal. During meals, the Emperor Xi would sit while he knelt at his feet; being forced to relieve himself anywhere was even more agonizing.

Before long, seeing that he had mastered the arts of "flirting" and "seductiveness," the Emperor Xi decided to stop all of Qiao Yunfei's training. At this moment, no one was punishing him anymore. All sorts of instruments were removed, and no one was restraining him from repeated training and punishment. He should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief, but his long-trained body could no longer get used to it.

Finally, one day, Li Xi suddenly smelled a musky scent in the room. Looking up, he saw Qiao Yunfei's hands unconsciously reaching down to his genitals, automatically and involuntarily rubbing them. Instantly, a burning whip licked at him. In light of this disobedience, Li Xi ordered someone to put a thin, close-fitting sheath on his hands, but the sheath was covered with short, fine needles to prevent him from disobeying. Because of this sheath, Qiao Yunfei wanted to touch himself, but due to the slight teasing and pain, he could not be satisfied and could only beg the Emperor.

Little did he know, he had fallen right into Li Xi's trap.

Every time Qiao Yunfei begged obsequiously, Li Xi would take out a whip and lash him all over his body, never touching the very spot that itched him most. Instead, she would relentlessly interrogate him, making him even more ashamed. When Qiao Yunfei finally gave in and begged the whip to soothe his sensitive areas, Li Xi would whip his most unbearably itchy spot, finally giving him the handle of the whip.

After only a few days, Qiao Yunfei realized that his body had become even more twisted, and even the whipping and pain could arouse him. On one hand, he felt increasingly ashamed and belittled by Li Xi's various humiliations, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but submit to his twisted desires. From then on, he played the roles of a seductive fox, a female dog, a tatami matriarch, a soft rabbit, a compliant cat, and a mare several times, finally gaining recognition and being promoted to concubine. Emperor Xi allowed him to put on his clothes, and all the punishments and humiliations were lifted. However, both of them knew that submission and fear were probably already imprinted on Qiao Yunfei. Even if he regained the favor he once enjoyed, he would only be trembling with fear and "cherishing it immensely"!

Author's Note:

Recently, every time I use author's notes, I get an error and can't upload them~~~~~ Very frustrating~

52 In mid-October, when everything seemed peaceful,

the smoke of war rose again in the thirteen cities of Yan County. It turned out that it was already late autumn, and the small northern kingdoms were all nomadic with barren land. In recent years, there had been many wars, forcing them to enter the Central Plains to seize grain and fodder. Li Xi was worried about the large tracts of land he had recovered through years of war, and with his worries over the years, he put everything else aside.

Mentioning Yan County reminded him of his days in the army, so after court, he summoned Consort Ruo to serve him. At this moment, Qiao Yunfei was cautious, and his responses were vastly different from his usual arrogant self. Emperor Xi, still harboring doubts, recounted Qiao Yunfei's past acts of disobeying imperial orders. It wasn't that he wanted to punish him again for old offenses, but rather that their thoughts and ideas had differed at the time, and he still didn't understand.

Qiao Yunfei was initially apprehensive, but when Emperor Xi asked, he dared not refuse to answer. Fortunately, after a question or two, he realized Emperor Xi had no intention of further punishment. Being clever and perceptive, he softened his tone, deliberately feigning apprehension and coquettishness, subtly explaining his past thoughts. This pleased Emperor Xi, and he didn't offend him further.

At first, Emperor Xi only casually asked about basic geography, as if recalling the days in the army, treating him merely as a minor military advisor. Over the next few days, however, the two developed a better understanding, and Li Xi's questions became increasingly in-depth—

"Yun'er, tell me, why did you disobey my orders that day, and instead lead a thousand men on a detour through the forests of Shanxi?"

Qiao Yunfei blinked, lowering his eyes, pondering how to answer properly. After all, the arrogance and struggle of those days were now so distant from his present self. "Your Majesty, please forgive my disobedience... On that day, I saw that although the enemy army numbered in the tens of thousands, they were exhausted from a prolonged battle. Their commander, Liang Ji, was newly appointed and eager to gain merit, concentrating most of his troops and energy on the main battlefield. Therefore, I took a risk, intending to bypass the enemy at Xilin and attack their rear, using a few thousand men to harass them and seize their supplies, which would be more effective than a thousand vanguard men engaging them head-on."

Emperor Xi merely smiled: "My Yun'er is indeed clever and resourceful, but unfortunately, she's too eager to gain merit. It's not that I couldn't achieve a quick victory, but firstly, the Fire Fourth Battalion..." The newly appointed deputy general, Gongsun Yi, has taken office. I originally intended to take this opportunity to give him merit and reward and appease the aristocratic princes; secondly, although Liangji has a great weakness, it is also a place that Feng Tai has been guarding closely. The longer it drags on, the more Feng Tai's young prince will focus his attention on this place, and the Jin Sanying will take the opportunity to seize the Tailu, which has been guarded by Gong Feng for several months... Yun'er's merit has made all my preparations go to waste."

As they talked for a while, the two gradually relaxed; and Qiao Yunfei, who used to be so focused on the war, spoke more eloquently.

"Then how should we explain the Battle of Xiaoluo back then?"

"Back then, Xiaoluo was located in the mountains. Although it was a small county, everyone in the army said it was treacherous and difficult to attack. General Wang Mo lost as many as four thousand men in order to pursue the enemy general Jin Han, who had fled into the county. I... I thought day and night that by using ten men in a group and sticking the fresh hooves of horses to the cliffs on a snowy day, we could create a road. Taking advantage of the enemy's inattention, we could climb up at night and take the county by surprise... Therefore... Therefore, on the day I led the troops back to our camp, I acted impulsively, disobeyed military orders, and attacked the city without authorization..."

Li Xi had naturally heard this story before, but at the time, he was filled with anger at being disobeyed and rebellious, and didn't find it particularly exciting. Hearing this, he couldn't help but happily embrace the somewhat hesitant yet proud man before him, kissing him on the cheek: "Truly worthy of being my Yun'er... so clever! In my moment of anger, I didn't think of your contribution! Actually..." Emperor Xi hesitated whether to reveal his thoughts, but finally spoke frankly: "Yunfei, have you considered that this small county town of Luo, no matter how easy to defend, is barren and difficult to cultivate, and has no long-term supply? Even if we take it, it's nothing more than a chicken rib. Therefore, I wasn't in a hurry to take it. Instead, after taking the surrounding cities one by one, when Fengtai paid tribute and withdrew his troops, this county would naturally be as easy as taking candy from a bag. I wasn't worried that the little Fengtai lord wouldn't give it up!"

Ultimately, the biggest difference between the two lies in the fact that one is constantly striving to achieve merit, while the other is preoccupied with the political situation.

Li Xi doesn't care about losing thousands of men in a battle, as long as his generals can escape danger; and the arrogance of the emperor of a great nation makes him disdainful of trying to win through cleverness or gambling with fewer troops. Instead, he

spends most of his time thinking about how to control the situation in the Central Plains and how to appease the noble families who have been unsettled by the new emperor's ascension to the throne. Thanks to this rare exchange and the long-awaited period of relaxation, life can indeed be considered peaceful.

However, as Emperor Xi's pampering and praise continued for a long time, Qiao Yunfei felt a bitter taste in his heart.

During the day, he would occasionally indulge in pleasure, and tears would wet his handkerchief.

Emperor Xi knew that he was not necessarily unhappy, and since he was deliberately pampering him and not intentionally making things difficult, he was still somewhat displeased. Seeing the once dashing and proud man, now a man of restraint, allure, and barely concealed wantonness beneath his ascetic demeanor, his joy tinged with a hint of melancholy, Li Xi found himself captivated.

Even amidst his busy political affairs, he would occasionally steal a day or two of leisure to take Qiao Yunfei riding in the Forbidden Garden's horse farm and through the woods.

This riding was different from the one of several dozen days prior.

Several dozen days ago, Qiao Yunfei had been forced to wear only silk and satin that barely concealed his long, fair legs, his naked hips spread wide as he sat on a rough saddle. His anus was naturally filled with ingenious sex toys, and held tightly by the Emperor, riding on the galloping hooves, he felt as if the Emperor himself were having sex with him, yet he found it difficult to achieve satisfaction. He could only moan and groan, seeking pleasure in wanton abandon.

But several dozen days later, Li Xi could no longer bear to treat him like that, especially after noticing the faint, pitiful sorrow between his brows.

Though still trembling with trepidation, the comfortable, ordinary silk clothes he wore, and the unrestricted freedom of riding alone, along with the verdant mountains and clear waters or the rustling yellow grass and plains that he hadn't paid any attention to ten days ago, gradually lowered Qiao Yunfei's guard, allowing him to ride with abandon...

When the two were locked in a passionate embrace in the forest, Qiao Yunfei was exceptionally unrestrained and carefree.

His fair body, set against the backdrop of coal-black soil and withered leaves, was like jade.

Li Xi licked every inch of the man's skin, shivering in the autumn wind, as if it were a precious treasure, finally sucking away the tears that fell like pearls. A soft sigh escaped his lips: "Yunfei... why are you so sad..."

The man, who had already been taken several times and was finally immersed in the afterglow of a complete climax, was now frozen and terrifyingly vulnerable because of this sentence.

A slightly chilly wind blew in at the right time, carrying away the beads of sweat that were like pearls and dew, leaving only fear and silence.

Li Xi, with even greater heartache, wrapped the curled-up man tightly in his arms, trying to warm and comfort him: "Yunfei... why back then... why today..." It was as if he were asking and answering himself, lamenting this enduring, tragic fate. He shouldn't have sown the seeds of so much resentment; he shouldn't have tried to explore the source of the man's mystery and arrogance beneath his strong exterior. Now, the two were deeply intertwined, their close union, their daily pleasure and favor, and Li Xi's tender care and comfort after the man's broken wings, yet still couldn't suppress the man's sorrow and resentment... Ah, resentment, perhaps!

"Since you have submitted to me, why are you still so sorrowful?" Li Xi pressed, relentlessly demanding an answer. The man before him, finally regaining a little of his past memories, seemed to have collapsed, exhausted his last bit of strength, and slumped docilely and resignedly into Li Xi's arms, recounting his past, which carried so many long-cherished wishes and hopes, one by one.

"Your Majesty, I was born different, and I deeply feared being abandoned by my family and the world, and even more so, I feared bringing shame upon my parents… Upon reaching adulthood, I secretly left my hometown to join the army, determined to return home in glory through military merit, to prove myself… to prove myself a dignified and upright man… At that time, all I thought about was vying for merit… With a meager reputation, I was both proud and lonely, never thinking of anyone else, never considering the feelings or feelings of others…"

"Yunfei…" The tears had dried, leaving only Li Xi's burning lips and tongue licking the faint, glistening tear tracks, as if trying to soothe a weary and powerless heart.

Under such passion, the man slowly closed his eyes, which had been gazing at the blue sky, his eyelashes fluttering like wings: "Your Majesty, I now only hope to receive Your Majesty's favor, to gain even a little affection from you…"

Author's Note:

I've been working overtime recently, so I've been very busy every day… I will be updating daily recently, and I will finish posting the first part.

As for the second part, I, who work overtime until 11 pm every day, don't have time to write it yet...

53

The 20th day of the tenth month of the thirteenth year of Yongchang ( 53

) is auspicious for consecration, marriage, praying for blessings, and seeking offspring, with no taboos.

Men who have been properly trained and completely submissive can be made available for pleasure after two months of conditioning. Emperor Xi, who had not enjoyed pleasure for several months, finally indulged in several nights of passion with Qiao Yunfei a few days ago. Every night after the dragon root was withdrawn from the rear, the suppressed erection immediately sprayed into the secret core. The order to "retain" had been a knot in the hearts of everyone in the Hehuan Palace for months. Finally, when the emperor gave the order, they naturally rushed to insert the specially made, huge, warm jade dildo they had prepared into the much wider orifice, hoping to retain the dragon essence.

As if not yet satisfied, they continued this relentlessly for several nights. Qiao Yunfei, now truly submissive, was no longer just obedient; the lingering fear of his past made him exceptionally sensitive to Li Xi's every move, every joy and anger beneath the bed. He would often find himself uneasy yet involuntarily trying to please him. Thus, the man, who had not been truly satisfied for months, seemed to have forgotten everything, becoming a puppet of desire, indulging in nightly pleasures.

Finally, on the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, during the routine pulse-checking, the imperial physicians nearly wept with joy, bringing celebratory news to the entire Hehuan Palace and Emperor Xi: Consort Ruo was pregnant!

Leaving aside the ecstatic joy of Emperor Xi, whose long-awaited and headstrong actions had caused months of unease throughout the Hehuan Palace, and the immense relief and delight felt by everyone, including the imperial physicians of the Imperial Hospital, not to mention the tears of gratitude and thanksgiving shed by Eunuch Liu Chang, who was wholeheartedly devoted to serving his master—even Qiao Yunfei himself couldn't help but rejoice.

As the imperial physicians went from cautious to secret discussions, from secret discussions to a diagnosis, from a diagnosis to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to a hurried report to the Emperor, Qiao Yunfei, who had been "bedridden," already had a premonition.

The agonizing torment of the past few months had exhausted his spirit and the last vestige of his manhood. Having been adrift in this perverse sea of suffering for so long, his illusions and convictions had long since been shattered.

His body, unsatisfied for months, clamored for the nourishment of the dragon's elixir once more; body and mind, flesh and spirit, were in such contradiction, yet intertwined, day and night, inseparable—just as he had been dragged into this inescapable, inescapable entanglement by the stubborn emperor.

Who had ever tasted the agony of facing death, waiting for it day after day, yet unable to die? Death and rebirth continued in this cycle, an endless cycle with no escape. Until now, finally, an answer had been reached. Man? Woman? Monster? Or human? Qiao Yunfei no longer pondered this question, just as he had grown accustomed to finding endless pleasure in torment, accustomed to daily anticipation and expectation of the Emperor's summons or arrival, spontaneously ingratiating himself with trepidation, unease, and fear—

now everything about Qiao Yunfei was solely determined by the whim of this one supreme ruler. His joys and sorrows, his will, his every thought and word, were now the most pressing focus of the captive.

Whether his initial intention was feigned compliance or forced submission, all this investigation is now meaningless—the facts have already been made. Perhaps when he submissively licked that enormous thing like a prostitute, perhaps when he suppressed his humiliation and burning rage as he swallowed every mouthful of dragon urine, perhaps when he vainly begged for a reward in exchange for sex, perhaps when that whole hand forcefully gripped his internal organs and his entire soul and flesh, the outcome was already predetermined.

The vow made that day was merely the final, solidified constraint and chain, forcing him to acknowledge and realize that he had nowhere to escape.

So when Emperor Xi finally took his place again, showering him with his long-awaited, swollen penis, Qiao Yunfei rejoiced, relieved, as if his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. He willingly submitted, letting his senses and desires dominate him, letting that man dominate him, enjoying this rare favor and physical intimacy, happily being enjoyed…

So when he heard the news spoken by the imperial physicians, he should have been shocked, should have resisted, should have felt humiliated, should have rebelled or even committed suicide. However, to Emperor Xi's surprise, he remained calm—even feeling a slight sense of security: all of this meant an increase in favor and a decrease in the number of times he would be used and disciplined; it represented an opportunity for peace, rest, and safety; it also represented the temporary enduring care and attention of the emperor.

A mother's status rises with her son's—this saying is indeed true. Since the good news of her diagnosis, Qiao Yunfei was not only the darling of Hehuan Palace, but practically the treasure of the entire harem.

Although the news hadn't spread widely, those with ulterior motives already knew that Consort Ruo was pregnant.

The Emperor accompanied her every night, taking meticulous care of her; in everything from sitting and lying down to eating and sleeping, he strived for perfection. Even if Qiao Yunfei frowned, Li Xi would know immediately and come to comfort her.

Liu Chang, after receiving the good news, had already perfectly demonstrated his loyalty to the Emperor with tears streaming down his face, seizing the opportunity to show off his immense merit, and then cleverly disappeared into the vast harem, never appearing before Consort Ruo again, once again avoiding annihilation thanks to his intuition honed over decades of hard-won advancement.

Qiao Yunfei, displaying the restlessness, anxiety, willfulness, and irritability of a pregnant man, was simultaneously enjoying the pampering and care he had regained. He no longer had time to recall the eunuch, a symbol of his nightmares—perhaps because his memory had subconsciously buried everything related to Liu Chang. Yes, he couldn't recall a single detail of the past year; even the slightest trace would shatter his fragile peace, tearing apart the soul he had painstakingly pieced together from the shadows!

Li Xi, naturally, was blissfully happy. He showered her with warmth and affection every day, and Consort Ruo, when he arrived, suppressed her daytime anxiety and unease, becoming exceptionally gentle and understanding. How could he not pamper her even more? Whether it's a famous sword, a precious jewel, a vast collection of books, leaving the palace, or even honor and glory, even if Consort Ruofei doesn't say anything, just a glance, or even the slightest hint, he can't help but think it through, prepare it, instruct her, and plan it in advance…

The Emperor, though humble and subservient, still finds joy in it. He never knew that pampering someone could be so blissful; especially when that person is his equal yet completely subordinate to him, inseparable from him, subconsciously trying to please him, fearing him, and so intelligent, so handsome, so fragile, yet so resilient—how could he not be overjoyed?

Thus, between master and servant, things seemed calm and peaceful, thanks to the auspicious news of the imperial pregnancy, as if

everything was going perfectly. However, nothing is ever truly perfect. While the Hehuan Palace and Zhengyang Palace were sweet as honey, other areas of the harem, like shadows untouched by sunlight, were turbulent and turbulent.

54 March, Springtime.

March 14th, Yongchang 14th year

. March is a time of blooming flowers, the best time of year.

In the Imperial Garden, a tall figure dressed in a light green robe and a cloak adorned with bird feathers in a blue-yellow hue strolled slowly. The sunlight in the corner was perfect, draping over the elegant yet luxurious attire, as if a faint layer of radiance surrounded her, making her appear like an immortal from afar. Viewed from the front, this androgynous figure possessed a pair of dark eyes, which, in the backlight, resembled obsidian, deep and profound, as if harboring a power both sharp and gentle.

This person was none other than Consort Ruo, Qiao Yunfei, three or four months pregnant.

Under the protection of the imperial heir, Consort Ruo had finally enjoyed a period of relatively dignified life. Not only were the various palace servants serving her with trepidation, but Li Xi himself also doted on her immensely.

He was showered with gifts of fine objects, trinkets, and exquisite crafts, and officials visited him daily, showing him no more disrespect or contempt but instead treating him with utmost respect and courtesy. The forbidden drugs that had been administered earlier had long since been lifted; and dozens of skilled nannies and maids were specially assigned to attend to him, ensuring a healthy pregnancy. Fearing he might feel stifled in the Hehuan Palace, the restrictions on his health were lifted, which explained Qiao Yunfei's current solitary stroll in the Imperial Garden.

However, this outward splendor was not what a stubborn and proud man, now a servant forced into submission, desired; instead, it brought him much bitterness. His eroded sanity and self-respect seemed to gradually recover in this relaxed environment, and Qiao Yunfei grew increasingly arrogant and eccentric. In moments of agitation, she would summon former eunuchs like Liu Chang to watch her being whipped and humiliated daily. She would laugh maniacally, then erupt in fury. The jade and precious artifacts in the Hehuan Palace would vanish in batches, replaced by safer, more exquisite wooden carvings.

Fortunately, the pregnant woman was of paramount importance, and even Emperor Xi, after being neglected several times, would grant her every wish. When the unbearable anxiety of her pregnancy surfaced, she would summon the eunuchs who had humiliated her, ordering them to be publicly punished—whipped, hung, or cut—changing the methods daily, as if slowly and methodically repaying the humiliation and insults she had suffered over the past year.

"Your Majesty, spare us... Please, Your Majesty, spare us!!"

"Ahhh... Waaaaah..."

Whenever his mortal enemies wept and urinated, Qiao Yunfei would either laugh maniacally or silently observe the torture. After observing for a while, he would retreat back into the house without a word, locking the windows and doors tightly, and sit silently. He felt as if that filth and baseness, along with those screams that could not be contained by the doors, seeped into his very bones.

Yet, in the end, he did not manage to take these dogs' lives.

Firstly, ending a year's torment in an instant would be too lenient on these despicable dogs. It would be more reasonable to slowly and painstakingly torture them, keeping the guillotine hanging high above their necks. Secondly, the executioners were also ordered by Emperor Xi to make the execution look gruesome, sparing the key figure some of their life. This made Qiao Yunfei realize even more clearly that all his power today was merely a reward bestowed upon him by his son, a prize for the ringleader!

Outside the window, Liu Changhui still wailed, "We servants are only acting under orders! Please, Your Majesty, spare our lowly lives!" Suddenly, Qiao Yunfei felt a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere throughout the Hehuan Palace, making it hard to breathe. Even moving the punishment further away would only be a temporary fix.

Therefore, he abandoned his trembling servants and went alone to the Imperial Garden. After all, someone was secretly watching his captive in this prison.

There were also those ungrateful concubines who, from the very first day he left the Hehuan Palace, came to provoke him. In the Imperial Garden, he encountered a beautiful and unrestrained woman, arrogant and haughty, her laughter sharp as a bell: "Oh—where is this palace maid from, so ignorant of manners? She doesn't even kneel before me?"

Qiao Yunfei, whose breasts were throbbing and whose stomach was rumbling, immediately stood still and smiled wryly. That smile didn't reach his eyes, and because he was backlit by the bright sunlight, it appeared infinitely cold.

The nanny beside her grew anxious and immediately chimed in, "Where did this lowly servant come from! She hasn't even knelt down to pay her respects to Consort Shu and Consort Xuan!"

Qiao Yunfei's smile deepened, and she was about to speak when a gentle, soft voice interrupted the tense atmosphere: "Nanny Wang, please don't be rude… This lady looks familiar; she's probably the reclusive Consort Ruo." Qiao Yunfei glanced to the side and noticed a refined and elegant woman standing quietly beside the beautiful woman, smiling faintly.

However, the phrase "reclusive" ignited the beautiful woman's anger: "Oh—Consort Ruo? Who knows? Coming out this early in the morning without a nanny or palace maid, I wonder which noble family she comes from, so uncouth! No wonder we never see her on important occasions!"

The beautiful woman stood beside the still woman, chattering incessantly like birds startled from their nest. Suddenly, a piece of jade struck her face: "Ah—!" It turned out that Qiao Yunfei had removed the jade pendant bestowed upon her by the emperor and casually tossed it at her cheek! Consort

Shu immediately cried out in pain, but unfortunately, no one understood her pain. Her body went limp, and her attendants helped her up or dodged, seemingly about to rush forward to attack the assailant once they regained their senses.

On the other side, the culprit remained calm and composed. A spring breeze blew by, and he appeared like a figure in a painting, his clothes fluttering, as if he would be carried away by the wind at any moment, escaping the many furious hands reaching for him! However, in an instant, several guards appeared like ghosts in broad daylight, completely surrounding him! Qiao Yunfei smiled but remained silent: "One, two, three, four, five..."

Before long, Li Xi, who had just finished court, arrived in a fit of rage. He found himself surrounded by a crowd, with two groups standing apart.

On one side, the pale-faced Consort Shu had a few tears welling in her eyes, while beside her, covered in blood and

looking utterly disheveled, was Consort Xuan, wailing like a street woman. On the other side, Qiao Yunfei stood coldly, silent, and still arrogant . The

sun, now high in the sky, was almost directly overhead, and only his blurry figure could be seen; the light seemed to embrace him, obscuring his expression. "Ah!" Amidst the exclamations of the women, the Emperor stepped forward and embraced him tightly!

Consort Ruo, now as delicate as a willow in the breeze, leaned softly against the Emperor's bright yellow robes, seemingly about to be crushed by him, yet incredibly gentle. In the blink of an eye, that arrogant aura and figure, like a sudden, delightful spring breeze, swept away Li Xi's chaotic thoughts. Before he could even process what was happening, he had already reached out his hand!

When he came to his senses, Li Xi hurriedly asked, "Where are you hurt? How did I offend you? Are you angry?" He even began to stroke her in front of everyone, checking if Consort Ruo was unwell.

After a brief moment of intimacy, the Emperor abruptly shifted from his affectionate lover persona to one of cold indifference: "You, move to the Cold Palace today to live out your days! Consort Shu's conduct was improper, and she harbored jealousy; she is demoted to Consort Jing and ordered to reflect on her actions for a month! The rest of the palace servants, give her thirty strokes of the cane and expel her!" He didn't ask a single question.

Consort Shu's tears finally welled up and fell. The two before him were deeply in love, the emperor showering them with affection, yet the other man remained silent throughout…

After this incident, the palace was abuzz with gossip, but then peace returned. Few dared to walk in the Imperial Garden, fearing to offend the emperor's beloved Consort Ruo. Qiao Yunfei, day after day, proudly monopolized the vast spring scenery, walking slowly in the shade, his shoulders warm, his heart as cold as late winter. 03-06

55 Spring Night Passion (Erotic Love)

It is said that Emperor Xi visited the Hehuan Palace daily. Although Qiao Yunfei was sometimes temperamental or aloof, he was mostly silent and compliant. Even when Emperor Xi was slightly annoyed by his commotion, he would awkwardly and shyly mention feeling unwell and troubled. This proud man, now shyly expressing his feelings, had a unique charm; it was his maximum display of affection, making Emperor Xi even more tender towards him.

He saw that the man was half-turned, his head slightly lowered, a few strands of black hair swaying gently in the breeze like willow branches, his belly becoming increasingly protruding; his former thinness, after these days of nourishment, had gradually become fairer and fuller, his skin as smooth as jade, arousing his lust.

Often at such times, Li Xi would have to suppress his desire, not daring to cross the line, holding back until he had appeased Qiao Yunfei before hastily seeking release elsewhere.

This day, Emperor Xi was even more hurried

—he saw Qiao Yunfei sitting upright on the couch by the window, her face like peach blossoms and lotus flowers, even more beautiful than the spring blossoms beside her. A surge of lust welled up in his lower abdomen, and Li Xi immediately tried to escape: "Ahem—Yunfei, there are still some important matters to attend to at court today, why don't you rest first..."

Before he could finish speaking, a half-smile, half-frowning look came over, making his bones and flesh go numb: "Gulp..." Unable to resist the sight of this unattainable beauty, he swallowed hard.

The swallowing sound could be clearly heard in the quiet room. Instantly, the unconcealable embarrassment and the torment of desire that had been burning for months surged together, and Li Xi felt a rush of blood to his face, making his head feel hot and suffocated.

Qiao Yunfei quietly curved her pale lips and said softly and slowly: "Your Majesty—is there some kind of ghost or monster here that you are avoiding?" It seemed as if she was relentlessly pushing Emperor Xi into an even more embarrassing situation.

"Uh—I…" Li Xi instantly felt his neck burning, his head throbbing. Just as he was about to explain, the enchanting figure in his eyes withdrew her smile and said calmly, "Since Your Majesty is busy every night, I can only 'respectfully see you off.'" A half-jealous remark immediately became the final icing on the fire. Li Xi immediately awkwardly embraced the person who seemed to be slightly angry, "Yunfei, don't be angry. I will spend more time with my beloved consort from now on… Today, today I will stay with you to rest…"

As night fell, Li Xi held the person beside him, smelling his soft, gentle breathing, and couldn't fall asleep.

It was mid-moon time, and the thick moonlight shone through the window, casting a hazy shadow of the person who had turned away. Li Xi quietly raised his head to look, only to find that although the person's eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in the shadows, indicating that he was not asleep either.

"Yunfei... Yunfei..." Li Xi whispered tentatively.

The man slowly turned to the side, no longer concealing himself, his breathing becoming uneven.

The two remained silent, their breaths clearly audible. For months they had been separated, not daring to cross the line, fearing that a moment of passion might disturb the fetus. The man beside him tossed and turned, while Li Xi's lower body swelled silently, but he gritted his teeth, determined to endure the next few hours until dawn.

Just as things were about to escalate, Qiao Yunfei reached out and, through the thin nightgown, slowly touched the taut, thick arm, following the throbbing muscles all the way down.

"Ah—" Li Xi jumped in surprise: "Yunfei, stop..."

But how could he stop him?

The supple body beside him had already thrown into his arms, and he was caught in the embrace, unable to pull his arms away. A hand frantically reached into his underpants, caressing him. Like dry tinder, a spark ignited!

Li Xi's manhood was grabbed, a pair of hands seemingly maliciously kneading it, yet also endlessly teasing him. He trembled and groaned, his resistance growing weaker: "Yunfei...don't..."

"Ah!" Suddenly, Li Xi gasped, a warm, moist sensation enveloping his hot shaft. A nimble tongue licked from the head, sweeping repeatedly across the groove, glans, and urethra, causing him to shudder and clamp his legs together, instantly swelling even larger.

Soon, the sound of wetness filled the air. Li Xi was about to ejaculate, but the person under the covers raised their head, pressing a finger against his small opening, slowly peeling off their nightgown, pressing their naked body against his erection, twisting and turning.

"Ugh..." This heavy body slowly climbed on top of him again, their tongues entwining.

In truth, Qiao Yunfei was already four months pregnant, having barely passed the most dangerous early stages. Li Xi, seduced by him, was completely captivated, already surrendering, her massive member erect as he slowly raised his legs, teasing and caressing her genitals.

It was already soaking wet, indicating she had been enduring for many days.

The sensitive glans penis, upon entering, was sucked deeper by the wet, hot flower, and Qiao Yunfei took the opportunity to lie down, the two intertwined, their low moans adding to the intensity.

Not daring to go too deep, Li Xi slowly embraced Qiao Yunfei, their positions reversed, only lifting her alluring legs to rest on his shoulders, carefully raising her body so as not to press down on him, only letting his massive member gently rub against her hot opening.

Such teasing was like drinking poison to quench thirst. Soon, Qiao Yunfei cried out in agony, "Ahhh—!" More nectar gushed from his lower body, and he gasped, seemingly about to weep, "Your Majesty…give it to me…give it to me!!" Seeing his pitiful state, Li Xi's heart softened, and he slowly inserted his erect member, making careful, nine shallow thrusts

followed by one deep one. Sweet moans filled the air. The two lingered for almost half an hour before Qiao Yunfei finally collapsed, his clitoris contracting violently and gushing forth a large amount of fluid! Li Xi, however, did not release. He instinctively gripped his member, enduring the pain until he nearly bled. Even so, Qiao Yunfei, who hadn't experienced pleasure for months, felt it wasn't enough. After catching his breath and regaining some energy, he writhed, still unsatisfied!

Li Xi gasped, at a loss for what to do, and coaxed, "My beloved consort has already done her bidding tonight, why not save it for tomorrow?"

"No... Ah..." The voice that answered him was on the verge of tears, broken and hesitant: "Your Majesty..."

Emperor Xi's heart softened, secretly resenting the months of neglect and indifference he had been unable to avoid, and he comforted and protected her even more. He gently leaned down: "What does Yunfei want? Tell me... Be good..."

A soft whisper slipped past his ear: "Back... Back..."

This shy and uneasy plea for favor made Li Xi's desire burn even more intensely.

"Ah!" With a startled cry, his dragon root was already inserted into the flower of the rear, enveloped by the tight passage, a sensation completely different from the pleasure he had just experienced in front, a unique kind of pleasure. After a few moments of thrusting, Qiao Yunfei's already erect member swelled even more, and suddenly he cried out in a mournful voice: "Ahhh—"

Saliva dripped down his cheeks with his cries, his voice indistinct and incoherent. Li Xi, however, constantly restrained himself, fearing any mishap, and kept a close eye on the movements of the person beneath him. Thinking that Qiao Yunfei was not yet satisfied, he quickly bent down and, in the darkness, groped for the erect nipple to take into his mouth. The opening immediately tightened, forcing him to move even more vigorously. The person beneath him cried out even louder, and after a while, Li Xi gradually understood the indistinct cries: "Ah...it's bursting...ha...please...pee—"

It turned out that since her pregnancy, besides the occasional swelling and pain in her breasts and nipples, and the occasional abdominal pain, one of Qiao Yunfei's biggest discomforts was urinary urgency. The further development of her abdomen forced her bladder to shrink, causing her to feel the urge to urinate constantly and frequently. The imperial physician had already reported this, but Li Xi had forgotten.

At night, Qiao Yunfei would endure the discomfort, wearing a long string of thin pearls, inserting them one by one into her penis so that she could urinate promptly when the urge came. However, since Li Xi was accompanying him tonight, out of shyness, he made a momentary lapse of judgment and didn't put on that thing. Li Xi was unaware of such trivial details and had forgotten about the training from months ago, causing Qiao Yunfei to feel suffocated in his passion, leading to this ordeal.

At this moment, Li Xi quickly gave the order: "Pee!" Qiao Yunfei's whole body convulsed, and the tiny bit of urine he had been holding in for several hours sprayed out, his anus contracting incessantly as if electrified, causing Li Xi to also shudder and release!

Author's Note:

Thank you all for your continued support, which allowed me to persevere and finish writing the first part. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

56 Spring Flowers in Full Bloom (Slightly Angsty)

As the days passed, the two could no longer restrain themselves. No matter how hard Li Xi tried to harden his heart, he was always forced to stay the night to accompany Qiao Yunfei due to his various awkward and resentful little actions. In the end, he couldn't resist his seductive charm at night and always couldn't help himself.

No more than half a month later, during the routine pulse check, the imperial physician came with trepidation and solemnity to report: Consort Ruo's pulse had become slippery, a critical condition! Fortunately, it was discovered early; as long as she abstained from sexual activity and took good care of herself, she should be able to overcome this crisis.

Li Xi was furious, but he didn't know how or to whom to vent his rage.

That night, he intended to comfort Consort Ruo, who was suffering from severe abdominal pain; however, unexpectedly, Qiao Yunfei, who had endured this ordeal, still tossed and turned, yearning for pleasure, his desire inexplicable!

Having received the imperial physician's warning during the day, Li Xi naturally dared not cross the line again, no matter how much he pleaded. Under the candlelight, the man beside him lay weeping, his clothes soaked with tears. Having endured months of restraint, he finally abandoned his months-long reserve and coldness, writhing and pleading, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

Li Xi tried everything to soothe him, stroking his flowing hair, wiping away the pearly tears with his fingers, and coaxing him with kisses and licks. Meanwhile, a strange arousal stirred within him

, causing him immense discomfort. Soon, Qiao Yunfei's breathing became rapid. Reaching his limit, he spontaneously removed his underpants, spreading his legs and groping himself wildly. His masturbatory actions, his mournful moans and pleas, intensified Li Xi's pain. The frenzied man before him was deaf to his pleas; fluids dripped from his genitals, the air thick with the scent of seduction and masculine allure.

Seeing his unrestrained behavior, Li Xi was horrified and quickly bound him with a belt. The two men were locked in a stifling struggle for several hours until Qiao Yunfei screamed, "Please... my cunt... it itches so much!" Li Xi, almost in tears, finally relented and extended his fingers to gently soothe the constantly contracting and expanding secret place.

Only after Qiao Yunfei finally fell asleep in a half-satisfied drowsiness did Li Xi untie his waist rope and gently massage the bruises on his wrists. His heart was no longer filled with any romantic feelings, only heartache, pain, anger, unease, and turmoil.

Accustomed to being emperor, he always had someone to vent his anger.

Liu Chang's officials and stewards from the Nanfeng Pavilion, the Imperial Kitchen, and even the Imperial Hospital, along with all the officials in charge of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, were summoned to the emperor's presence at his command.

However, the emperor couldn't speak during the questioning; instead, he quietly sat behind a screen to listen, with the chief eunuch, Liu An, taking on the role of questioner.

"You are all key figures in serving Consort Ruo. Now that she is restless day and night, you are all to blame!"

"This..." Imperial Physician Chen from the Imperial Hospital naturally knew the situation. Being of advanced age, he dared not say or ask too many questions, and simply pushed the blame to the Imperial Kitchen: "We have been serving her carefully day and night, fearing it might affect the stability of the imperial fetus. The aphrodisiac incense from before has long since dissipated, and Consort Ruo's health has been quite good for the past few months. However, when we took her pulse again recently, we found that she had a slippery pulse. If Consort Ruo is experiencing restlessness recently, it is probably due to something else going wrong. The prescriptions from the past few months have not changed much; I have brought them, and none of them contain any ingredients that would cause such a reaction from Consort Ruo."

Liu An compared the prescriptions from the past few months, checked the dietary records, and even the changes in clothing, but after several days, he found not a single clue.

However, during these past few days, the Emperor was not simply waiting for him. Every night, Qiao Yunfei would cause a scene, growing increasingly haggard and thinner each day. This only fueled Li Xi's anxiety and restlessness, making him wish he could crush all the palace servants in an instant!

Qiao Yunfei's symptoms came and went, and Li Xi spent every night staying up with him, his eyes bloodshot. Seven days later, the shadow guard Zhang Long secretly reported: "Every time Consort Ruo goes out for a walk during the day, something unexpected happens that night. Therefore, the trick is probably not in the medicine, food, or clothing, but outside the Hehuan Palace."

That very day, Li Xi immediately ordered a thorough search of the Imperial Garden, and the problem turned out to be with the spring flowers!

It turned out that the day after Qiao Yunfei went for his walk, a batch of *Chan Sheng Jiao* flowers had been secretly transplanted to an inconspicuous spot in the Imperial Garden. It was springtime, and the *Chan Sheng Jiao* flowers were blooming brilliantly, their fragrance spreading for miles. It was this fragrance that, in conjunction with several medicines meant to stabilize the pregnancy, induced Qiao Yunfei to seek pleasure every night.

Li Xi ordered the flowers to be uprooted and the palace gardeners to be searched. However, just half a month prior, one of the three eunuchs in charge of

the gardens had died of illness, another had drowned himself in a well, and the third had been released from the palace – a case of two escapees and a broken thread! Regardless of Li Xi's anger, his rewards and punishments, or his secret investigations, he focused solely on comforting Qiao Yunfei and helping him recover. He even ordered a section of the Imperial Garden to be separated from the outside world for Qiao Yunfei's daily walks and exercise.

After this ordeal, although Qiao Yunfei regained her former composure, she had suffered a miscarriage, becoming thinner and experiencing frequent, unbearable pain and persistent vaginal bleeding.

57 Inescapable Fate

On the 22nd day of the ninth month of the fourteenth year of Yongchang

, in the late summer and early autumn, Qiao Yunfei had already endured the previous months, but this was now the final and most difficult time.

His body was swollen to an embarrassing degree, and his nipples had swelled to the size of two small dates, constantly itching and aching. His areolas were also larger than usual. Fortunately, he hadn't developed the terrifyingly large breasts of a woman.

Qiao Yunfei suffered from backaches and occasional unbearable abdominal pains every day, but Li Xi was extremely excited about this, tirelessly touching his round belly and whispering sweet nothings.

What embarrassed Qiao Yunfei most was that his penis would sometimes be so unruly, shamelessly erect in broad daylight, causing a bulge in his robe, swaying from side to side with every movement, making it even more embarrassing. When Li Xi examined him, his genitals were as dry as ever, without the slightest lubrication. Furthermore, the routine of changing clothes became exceptionally difficult. Even with the Emperor's verbal command, it was often difficult to urinate, so the pearl necklace was worn all day long.

By the end of September, the contractions became more frequent. On this day, Qiao Yunfei lay in bed, initially experiencing mild abdominal pain, followed by a continuous flow of fluid mixed with traces of blood—his water had broken.

Soon, waves of pain struck, and this pale pink fluid flowed for more than half a day, interspersed with specks of blood, which terrified the midwives and imperial physicians waiting outside.

As dusk approached, Qiao Yunfei, who had been silently enduring the pain, suddenly began to groan. An unprecedented tightening and a hard object pushing downwards in his abdomen became unbearable, and he knew in his heart: it was coming!

The midwife examined him and confirmed that it was indeed the contractions of pre-labor. His entire lower body felt as if it didn't belong to him, constantly churning and aching. Bright red blood continued to flow with the contractions and relaxations of the cervix, terrifying the palace servants to the point of despair.

The midwife, suppressing her fear of the androgynous body, instructed Qiao Yunfei on breathing techniques. Despite the excruciating pain, she was forced to breathe deeply, contracting and relaxing her throbbing abdomen!

Several hours passed, but the fetus still hadn't emerged. The cervix, which should have expanded from one finger to ten, had reached four fingers and could no longer dilate. The throbbing pain radiated from her chest and abdomen, making her feel as if her lower body was about to split open, an endless torment with every breath!

Qiao Yunfei finally screamed. The fetus had reached her hips, and the male's hip bones were naturally narrower, causing the fetus to become stuck there, making her feel as if her bones were about to crack!

Outside the door, Li Xi had been waiting for a long time, his heart pounding like a boiling ant. Listening to the sounds from the room, from quiet to groans, from groans to screams, after several hours, he finally couldn't resist taking a few steps forward to enter.

A group of palace servants and physicians immediately knelt down, pleading to stop him. How could a son of a thousand pieces of gold, a person of immense wealth, enter such a filthy room?

Li Xi hesitated for a moment, about to stop, when suddenly another scream pierced the air. Without another word, he lifted the thick cotton curtains and stepped into the room!

The stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. Inside the tightly sewn inner room behind the thick cotton curtains, several people were bustling about, their anxious expressions immediately visible. And from within the heavy curtains, the continuous, intermittent hoarse groans and screams could still be heard. Li Xi rushed forward in three strides: the thick bedsheets sank in, and nestled around them was Qiao Yunfei, his face as white as paper. The emperor gasped upon seeing Qiao Yunfei—his face and cheeks were covered in clumps of hair, sweat soaking the upper half of the bed and blood the lower half! Never having witnessed such a sight, the emperor was overwhelmed. He trembled and rushed to the bedside, calling out, "Yunfei! Yunfei!" tears streaming down his face.

Perhaps due to the emperor's agitation, Qiao Yunfei, still dazed, opened his half-closed eyes and looked over. The tears that had been streaming down his face suddenly changed course, sliding down his high nose and across one eyelash, mingling with the sweat on his face, making them indistinguishable. The midwives nearby were already terrified, but fortunately, the female official Ning Xin, who had accompanied the emperor, gritted her teeth and followed, also startled by Qiao Yunfei's exposed genitals. However, seeing that Li Xi was already panicked and lost his composure, she disregarded her overstepping boundaries and stepped forward to support him, gently advising, "Your Majesty, at this moment you are the Empress's support. If you don't pull yourself together, how can you comfort her?"

Her calm words did help Li Xi calm down a bit. Li Xi gritted his teeth and secretly steadied himself, even more so, he reprimanded everyone for not taking the lead. Everyone knelt in the room, obsequious and submissive. However, it was already against the natural order for a male concubine to give birth, and now the Emperor had condescended to enter the sordid delivery room. How could they possibly do anything well?

Unfortunately, Consort Ruo had already exhausted her strength. Her contractions had weakened, and the baby's head was swollen and protruding from her lower abdomen, but it wouldn't go down even an inch further, stuck at her pelvis, unable to move forward or backward. Seeing Qiao Yunfei's groans growing weaker and weaker, fainting and waking up several times, how could anyone dare to repeat the old trick of pressing on his abdomen to assist the delivery?

Fortunately, one of the maids, Granny Yu, was experienced and, seeing that the situation was not going well, quickly knelt down and pleaded with the emperor: "Your Majesty, Her Majesty's waist and hips are too narrow now. For Her Majesty's sake and the imperial heir, we are afraid we must act recklessly today..."

Li Xi also deeply regretted his rash rush in, which not only failed to help but also made everyone more restrained. At this moment, he softened his tone and said: "You are all experienced and senior maids in the palace. Just pretend I am not here and do as you please! As long as you give birth smoothly today, I will reward you handsomely and ensure that you live a carefree and prosperous life for the rest of your days!"

Granny Yu then instructed everyone to slowly loosen their grip.

Half an hour later, everyone finally lifted Qiao Yunfei up and made her lower body upright. Then, pairs of skilled but rough old hands pressed heavily down along her chest and abdomen, hoping to use external force to help the fetus squeeze through the pelvic cavity.

"Ah—!" Qiao Yunfei's swollen abdomen was suddenly pressed down, and he screamed in terror, opening his eyes and struggling desperately. Li Xi was also startled and jumped up, as if the needle-like scream had pierced his heart, filling him with extreme fear. At this moment, Qiao Yunfei could no longer withstand the pressure and his eyes rolled back, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably; Li Xi let out a roar from his chest, but he suppressed it as he reached his throat, turning it into a low growl that sounded like a leopard's howl in the stuffy, enclosed room.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yunfei stopped struggling and fainted from the pain.

The old women couldn't stop working; some wiped his body, some prepared soup, and while Qiao Yunfei rested, they gathered together and whispered among themselves. During this time, Li Xi seemed to be in a daze, staring blankly at Qiao Yunfei's extremely haggard and dry face on the bed, as if he were in a trance. Gradually, in this urgent and tense atmosphere, his domineering aura faded and he was no longer remembered by everyone.

After much discussion, the group finally followed Granny Yu to the bedside and cautiously reported to Li Xi, who was in a daze, "Your Majesty, after discussion, we have decided that the only way to successfully deliver the baby is to forcefully dilate the cervix to ten fingers wide. Previously, we could only dilate to four fingers before we could not advance any further. Now we are afraid we will have to offend you again. Please forgive us, Your Majesty..." Seeing that Li Xi did not say a word but looked at her anxiously as if she were looking at the last glimmer of hope, she continued tremblingly, "But now we are afraid that if we forcefully dilate the cervix, Your Majesty's uterus will be torn and damaged. In severe cases, there may even be excessive bleeding..."

This implication that Li Xi had been fearing was about to be exposed, and she immediately interrupted as if her soul had jumped out of her skin, "What I want is for both mother and child to be safe! Someone! Bring in the imperial physicians—and Liu Chang!" Even the slightest chance was Li Xi's only hope at this moment.

58. Between Life

and Death: Qiao Yunfei's difficult childbirth lasted a full day after her water broke. Ignoring all advice, Li Xi barged into the delivery room. However, his arrival did nothing to help; instead, it made the servants accompanying the delivery even more apprehensive and fearful, proving to be more harmful than beneficial. Seeing Qiao Yunfei barely breathing after being tormented by all sorts of schemes, and then fainting from pain covered in sweat, blood, and tears, Emperor Xi disregarded everything else and forcefully summoned the imperial physicians and eunuchs into the delivery room as a last resort.

Now that the Emperor had entered, the imperial physicians, though normally unaccustomed to childbirth, dared not refuse any longer and cautiously entered the secret chamber one by one, heads bowed. Fortunately, some were merely timid and perfunctory, while others possessed a compassionate heart. After exchanging greetings, upon seeing the bloodstains soaking through the hanging sheets, they immediately began to take pulses and examine the patient.

The head physician, Chen Qin, now over fifty and nearing sixty, remained in his post due to the late Emperor's high praise. To experience such an unbelievable, defying the natural order at his age was both pitiful and deeply humiliating. However, after all the imperial physicians examined her, Chen Qin, upholding his duty as a physician, solemnly stepped forward and reported: "Her Majesty's life is now hanging by a thread, a critical moment that cannot be delayed any longer. In our opinion, we should first use acupuncture, herbal medicine, and food to replenish Her Majesty's vital energy and allow her to rest for a while. Once Her Majesty has regained some strength, we must use every means at our disposal to help Her Majesty deliver the imperial heir. If that fails, we are afraid we will have no choice but to resort to the ancient method of cesarean section..."

Upon hearing the word "cesarean section," Li Xi's hands trembled, and he retorted angrily, "Do not mention 'if it fails' again! I want both mother and child to be safe, no matter the method!" It turned out that although ancient books contained a few examples of cesarean section, they were all desperate measures that sacrificed the mother for the child, forcing her into a corner!

Seeing the Emperor's ashen face, his expression one of utter despair yet forced composure, everyone sensed the simmering rage in his eyes, though deeply suppressed, threatening to erupt at any moment. The impending annihilation of their families and clans was imminent, forcing them to swallow their words and submit to their fate.

The imperial physicians, midwives, and eunuchs like Liu Chang gathered in a side hall, deliberating for a long time before finally returning to report.

One of the midwives, Wang, originally from the Southern Miao region, had entered the palace through connections, possessing more experience than the others. Seeing everyone's lives hanging by a thread, she disregarded everything else and tremblingly explained an ancient method from her hometown. The imperial physicians and the other midwives carefully examined the tool, and after some debate, discussed its feasibility before finally deciding.

This ancient method involved inserting iron forceps into the birth canal, opening the uterine walls, gently clamping the baby's head, and then pulling the fetus out.

In the palace, Liu Chang had no shortage of such things. At this moment, he took out a pair of shovels, modified them slightly, wrapped them tightly in hot, slippery cotton cloth, and soaked them in the hot, slippery liquid for a while before presenting them.

Li Xi, seeing the terrifying instrument, didn't bother to stop him; he was desperate and would try anything. Others hung a curtain around Qiao Yunfei's lower body to avoid offending the emperor.

After a busy period, another hour passed before they finally began.

By this time, Qiao Yunfei was already half-dead, awakened by waves of excruciating pain. Those who could recognize people could see that a thick curtain separated him from the surrounding chaos, with only Li Xi's hand tightly gripped by him, as if only the two of them remained in the world: the anxious man sitting by the bed, now stripped of his imperial pride, looked dejected, his hand gripped by Qiao Yunfei already bleeding from being dug out; yet he himself seemed oblivious, merely taking a warm, damp handkerchief from outside the curtain to wipe Qiao Yunfei's forehead and cheeks.

In this scene, under the impact of pain to the point of numbness, Qiao Yunfei felt as if he had been trapped in a strange vortex. The only exit from the vortex was Li Xi, who was anxiously caring for him. "Ugh—" He opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat was already completely hoarse, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Emperor Xi quickly turned his head, took some water, and then leaned over to gently feed it to his weak, dry lips, the action practiced as if he had done it a hundred times. His sweat, like scalding drops of water, fell one or two at a time onto Qiao Yunfei's neck as he bent over, almost burning him and sending a shiver through his body.

This happened several times before Qiao Yunfei finally recovered slightly. However, the sudden insertion of an unknown hard object into his lower body had already shattered the fleeting, inexplicable emotion that had crossed his mind. He no longer remembered to speak, his attention completely focused and anxiously awaiting the unknown ordeal.

"Ah!" Qiao Yunfei let out a short scream, feeling a long, hard object slowly and firmly penetrate his body, plunging straight into his abdomen. He cried out in panic. Li Xi immediately shuddered as if he had been whipped, leaning closer and urgently comforting him, "Yunfei, don't be afraid... it will be alright in a while..."

Soon, the object slowly opened. At first, it was just strange, but gradually it made his lower body stiffen; as the object stretched further open, he felt an emptiness in his flesh, the pain growing increasingly intense, like being torn apart!

At this moment, Qiao Yunfei couldn't utter a sound. He simply stood stiffly upright like an ice block. Suddenly, several hands slid down his abdomen to his genitals, pressing down hard. Saliva flowed freely, and he clenched his teeth, wincing in pain, almost rolling off the bed! Fortunately, the others had already bound him tightly. Now, some pressed down on his waist, others on his feet. With a muffled thud, his body, writhing in agony, tumbled before falling back down!

Li Xi, who had long forgotten to breathe, his face flushed red, finally softened and tears streamed down his face: "Yunfei... hold on... I..."

He saw Qiao Yunfei's face turn redder, his rosy cheeks glowing. Yet, his expression inexplicably gave off an ominous feeling.

"Your Majesty..." A hoarse voice finally broke free of his throat and slowly escaped: "Li Xi..."

"I'm listening... speak slowly..."

"!...!... Please don't harm others... my parents..."

"No! No!" That ominous premonition pierced his heart like a needle, growing stronger and stronger, gradually becoming like a hard, cold iron weight, pressing down on Li Xi as if his heart was about to explode: "I won't allow it! I won't permit it! I won't agree!"

However, at this moment, their minds were connected, as if they both understood each other's thoughts. Qiao Yunfei seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, letting out a long, heavy sigh: "Don't act recklessly again... be a wise ruler... you owe me, repay me in the next life..." "

No—!" Li Xi suddenly jumped up as if boiling water had been poured over his head, his shrill scream piercing the sky.

Author's Note:

Those who hope for NP, those who hope for a change of dominant partner, those who hope for a second dominant partner, raise your hands! tt

59 It was regrettable that

several old women used heavy silver scissors, heated long ago, to make a cut at the entrance of the flower's stamen. Beneath the thick pool of blood, the fresh wound gushing forth was indistinct. A pair of old hands, dry as withered tree bark, trembled as they sprinkled grayish-yellow powder onto the wound, slightly stopping the bleeding, but with the next wave of force, it was all in vain. The wound, collapsing again, oozed even more, unstoppable, just like the breath of life itself.

Qiao Yunfei was already too weak to utter a sound. His hoarse cries seemed to have relinquished his last desire to live, only a nameless regret lingered within him. Life is so short, so absurd and laughable! Tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

Li Xi's body was now flushed crimson, as if boiling water had engulfed him. The suffocating pain and burning sensation he felt seemed to gradually cool as Qiao Yunfei's life force dissipated, leaving only a molten lava-like regret in his heart that he could not suppress!

He tightly grasped Qiao Yunfei's trembling, weak hand: "Yunfei, Yunfei, I was wrong... Get well, hold on, I'll let go! I will never bother or confine you again in this lifetime, you can be your great general, I swear on my life!"

However, the person on the bed had already exhausted his last bit of strength, now lying like a cold jade figure, only his brow twitched slightly with each of his repeated vows.

Unbeknownst to him, Li Xi had already knelt before the bed, in a prayerful posture, and murmured in a low, hoarse voice, "Heaven above... I, Li Xi... hereby solemnly swear, I beseech Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother to bless Yunfei through this calamity. I am willing to shorten my lifespan, fast for three years, devote myself to governing the country, and offer devout sacrifices every day..." This prayer was like a haunting curse, lingering around Qiao Yunfei on the bed for as long as a lifetime...

After a long while, the man, as white as paper and jade, finally gathered a bit of strength, slowly smiled, and opened and closed his mouth, silently saying, "I have won."

Li Xi, who had been watching him intently, naturally understood his meaning without hesitation, and tears streamed down her face...

Ancient Style◇ A Branch of Spring

Outside the window, several apricot blossoms had just sprouted, revealing a few pure white buds, swaying gently in the breeze. Under the eaves, swallows chirped softly; it was a beautiful spring scene.

"Clang!"

A deafening crash echoed from inside the room. Something had been violently thrown to the ground, likely shattering into pieces. Through the window, faint sobs could be heard from inside.

Qingyang covered his face tightly with both hands, trying to hold back his tears, but he couldn't suppress them. His small body trembled like a falling leaf; his frame was slender, his clothes thin, and his silky black hair was carelessly disheveled, hanging loosely behind his head. He looked utterly pitiful.

He cried for a while, then felt a chill creeping over him. Shivering, he reached for the blanket behind him, intending to put it on. Just then, his thin spring shirt slipped down to his waist, revealing half of his snow-white body.

There, on his chest, were a pair of perfectly round breasts, the kind a girl should have, white and soft, with pale pink nipples.

Qingyang stared blankly at his chest, his expression filled with shock and fear. His eyes darted around, then suddenly despair filled his face. His chest heaved violently; he almost ground his teeth to powder, staring at his chest and saying bitterly,

"It's all your fault, you wretched thing that grew in the wrong place! You've made me... made me not know what to do!" With that, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to punch his chest.

"My dear Qingyang! This won't do!"

The door was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and a person stumbled in. Seeing Qingyang's movements, the person hurriedly grabbed his hands:

"No! How can you take your anger out on yourself like this!"

Qingyang was stunned, his eyes gradually moistening, tears streaming down his face.

"Third Brother, I... I really have no face to live anymore..."

He grabbed the person's sleeve and burst into tears.

Third Brother scratched the back of his head, looking at Qingyang helplessly. After a moment, he sighed heavily.

"This must be some kind of strange illness. Don't worry, after the young master leaves the manor in a few days, I will take you to see a doctor, and he will definitely be able to cure your strange illness."

Upon hearing this, Qingyang grasped at Third Brother's clothes as if he had found a lifeline, his eyes shining brightly, tears still brimming, unaware of how alluring his gaze was.

The third brother, feeling a surge of excitement under that gaze, quickly composed himself and coughed a few times:

"Never mind that, the young master is back and looking for you. Hurry up and get ready to go to the study."

"Young master? The young master is back today?" He was both surprised and delighted.

"Yes, he just arrived. He hasn't even had a cup of tea yet, and he wants you to come and serve him. Hurry up and go."

Qingyang nodded tearfully. He was about to pull his clothes up when he noticed the third brother staring intently at his chest without blinking. His face immediately turned bright red, and he turned away, suppressing his embarrassment.

"My dear Qingyang," the third brother drooled, "Your breasts... are so beautiful. I've been to brothels a few times, but I've never seen anything more beautiful than yours. Let me touch them, just one touch, okay?"

He seemed to be infatuated.

Qingyang was instantly filled with shame and indignation. He quickly straightened his clothes and gave his third brother a light slap:

"You idiot, what nonsense are you spouting now!"

With that, he clutched his chest and stormed out of the room without looking back.

His third brother, clutching his reddened cheek, could only manage a couple of dry laughs. This Qingyang, despite suffering from this strange illness, still had such a fiery temper.

A pair of large, well-defined hands gently caressed the strings of a zither, the fingertips flowing with clear, elegant notes. The melody was subtle yet refined, soothing to the listener. The zither player had a face like jade, handsome eyebrows and refined eyes, his brows slanted upwards towards his temples, his hair loosely tied in a bun, a few strands falling over his shoulders. Such a charming and graceful figure was unlike any ordinary person.

Qingyang watched silently, his eyes filled with love, but then he was suddenly startled, thinking of his own strange condition, and couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow, taking several steps back.

Startled by his presence, the man playing the zither looked up, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile:

"Qingyang."

"Young...Young Master..."

Qingyang stammered, blaming himself for his clumsiness in startling the young master.

"Come over here."

He hesitated for a moment before slowly moving over, stopping a good distance away from the young master and offering a bow.

The young master smiled warmly:

"Why won't you come over? You're usually so clingy, why are you hiding so far away now?"

Qingyang's face flushed red, his heart pounding even harder.

"Come, come here."

The handsome young master smiled at him, extending his hand.

Qingyang stammered, lowering his head and taking a few more steps forward until he was right in front of the young master. The young master raised an eyebrow:

"Qingyang, I haven't seen you for more than ten days, how come your back is so hunched? And you're always clutching your chest, your gait is so awkward."

"I...I..." Qingyang's face burned bright red, but he didn't know how to explain. Could he honestly tell the young master that he'd recently been walking with a hunched back, afraid of being noticed because of his unusually large breasts

? "Let me see," the young master said, grabbing the arm Qingyang had crossed over his chest to examine it.

Qingyang panicked, forgetting his place in the room, and slapped the young master's arm away with a loud thud, much louder than the slap he'd just given his third brother. Silence

fell.

Qingyang stood there stunned for a long time, then his eyes fell on the red mark on the young master's arm. He panicked and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow:

"This servant deserves to die! I've offended the young master, this servant…"

"Enough,"

the young master said, not angry, his eyes fixed on Qingyang, a look that made Qingyang uneasy.

"Qingyang, bring me a cup of tea," the young master ordered.

Qingyang dared not look at the young master again. He hurriedly got up from the ground, lowered his head, and rushed out of the room. He didn't notice that the young master behind him, who had been watching him, had eyes that were originally amber but were now dark and almost black.

"Young master, please have some tea."

Qingyang brought the tea and carefully handed it to the young master. The man reached out to take it, but somehow, he lost his grip and spilled all the tea on Qingyang.

"Ah!"

"It's alright, I'll clean it up for you."

The little servant was flustered and didn't know what to do. The young master took a handkerchief to wipe him, intentionally or unintentionally wiping his chest. The water soaked through Qingyang's clothes, revealing what was underneath. Through the wet fabric, a patch of flesh-colored skin could be vaguely seen, and it felt soft and round to the touch. The young master looked surprised, but his hands didn't stop moving at all.

"Young...Young Master...this kind of thing...let Qingyang do it himself." The little servant said awkwardly, but he couldn't resist the young master's strength, so ashamed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

"It's alright."

The young master said, still carefully wiping him, his expression gentle.

Qingyang hunched his back even more, not daring to move, afraid that the young master would notice something amiss.

But...the young master's hand...

"Ah!"

Qingyang gasped, a shiver running through him!

The young master's hand!

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Young master…you…" Qingyang gasped, on the verge of tears from embarrassment.

The man's hand rested precisely on his left breast, his thumb and forefinger perfectly positioned, gently pinching and kneading his nipple, like playing a zither, softly caressing the tiny, soft point.

Qingyang instantly went limp, all strength draining from his body.

The young master smiled wickedly at him, opening his palm to grasp one of his small breasts, the rough texture of the young master's skin visible through the fabric.

He'd discovered him!

Qingyang suddenly screamed wildly, shoving the young master away and running away.

The tea set that had caused the trouble fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Looking at the debris, the young master remained calm, merely smiling slightly. He opened his hand, licking his forefinger with a lingering relish; the fingertip still faintly carried Qingyang's scent.

"Little thing, you can't escape this time."

The young master chuckled wickedly.

In the middle of the night, the candle wick in the bedroom had long since gone cold. Through the paper window, the cold moonlight could be faintly seen, casting a layer of cold blue glow before disappearing into the darkness.

Qingyang suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in sweat, his bedding soaked through.

How terrifying.

He had just had a nightmare, dreaming that his secret was known to everyone in the mansion, that he was bound by servants and taken to the authorities, that he cried and begged for mercy, while the young master stood coldly by, hands behind his back, watching him be burned alive in a fire…

"No…" Qingyang clutched his head, almost crying out loud, but afraid of waking the person sleeping in the same room, he only dared to bite the corner of the blanket, refusing to make a sound.

Qingyang, Qingyang, you're supposed to be a grown man, how come this woman's thing has grown on your chest? How can you face anyone from now on!

He clenched his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

Suddenly, he heard a soft sound beside him, and he jumped in fright, shouting,

"Who's there—"

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered.

Qingyang opened his mouth wide in terror, trying to see who it was, but the night was too dark, and he couldn't see the person's outline no matter what he did.

Qingyang clenched his fists to strike, but both his hands were restrained by the person, who easily tied his hands and pressed them behind his head, rendering him unable to move.

"Mmm...mmm..." Qingyang wanted to shout again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the dark figure pressed down on him, kissing his lips heavily, silencing his unspoken words.

Qingyang twisted his body forcefully, trying to push the person off him, but he couldn't. After a while, he realized something was wrong; something hard was pressing against his lower body. The person groaned, as if unable to bear it any longer, and a pair of large hands caressed Qingyang's body, tearing off his loose undergarment. Qingyang felt a chill on his chest as his breasts were exposed to the air, the faint moonlight filtering through, revealing their curves in full view. The man's breathing quickened.

"Bastard... let me go..."

"If you want people to see you like this, just scream,"

the man whispered, his warm breath on Qingyang's neck surprisingly refreshing and not repulsive.

Hearing this, Qingyang obediently stopped screaming.

The man then went berserk, his hands moving erratically, fondling Qingyang's breasts with excessive force, causing Qingyang to wince and cry.

Qingyang felt as if the man was crushing the two mounds of flesh on his chest. The man kneaded them for a long time, his thumbs constantly stroking his tender nipples. After a while, he leaned in and bit one of Qingyang's nipples, sucking hard.

"Ah!!"

Qingyang cried out in pain.

The man, however, was entranced, sucking on Qingyang's round nipple, occasionally brushing the tiny, tender nipple with the tip of his tongue, sucking hard as if trying to draw out milk. His tongue lightly swept along the areola, causing Qingyang to tremble all over.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Under such caresses, Qingyang couldn't resist and let out a soft moan.

The man's other hand wasn't idle either, pinching Qingyang's other nipple and pulling it back forcefully, almost as if he could rip the nipple off, until Qingyang cried out in pain. Only then did he change his action, grabbing and kneading Qingyang's breasts with his hands, his hands so strong that they almost dug into the breast flesh.

Qingyang's body naturally reacted as well, and clear nectar quickly seeped from the tip of his penis. He was inexperienced in such matters and felt only embarrassment in this situation. His face turned bright red with shame, and he kept twisting his waist, trying to escape, so embarrassed that he was about to cry.

"Please... spare me..."

The man didn't answer, only burying his head in Qingyang's chest, sucking like a baby, making loud, clear sounds in the quiet night.

Qingyang slept on a shared bed with several other slaves. Everyone was asleep now, and he gritted his teeth, afraid to make a sound, lest others discover that he was being molested.

The man seemed to have guessed his thoughts, knowing that he dared not make a sound, and became even more arrogant. Under the cover of darkness, he groped and tore off Qingyang's undergarments, pulled him up to sit, made him lean against him, and held Qingyang in his arms. His hands slipped under Qingyang's armpits, one hand grabbing one breast, kneading and squeezing it, circling the areola, his thumb kneading the tender nipple, making Qingyang gasp for breath.

Qingyang sat slumped, powerless against the man's lewd manipulation. His long legs were curled up, his lower body burning hot, his anus contracting and trembling. Suddenly, the man pinched his nipple hard, his fingernail digging in. Qingyang cried out in surprise, the pain making him feel as if his soul had left his body. His already erect penis spurted out a stream of nectar. At the same time, his tender anus unknowingly released some fluid, wetting his buttocks.

"Indeed, naturally lewd, you climaxed from just this much play."

The man chuckled softly.

Qingyang was so ashamed he almost fainted. He couldn't move his hands, and tried to kick the man, but the man grabbed his ankle and forcefully pried it open.

"You bastard!"

He could no longer bear the insult and cursed.

"Ugh... what's wrong?"

The noise woke the sleeping man beside him. Third Brother rubbed his eyes, half-sitting up and asking.

Qingyang was instantly terrified, his heart leaping into his throat, too afraid to move.

It took him a long time to calm his racing heart and finally manage to reply,

"It's nothing."

But he heard no response; instead, he heard soft snoring again—his third brother was fast asleep again.

A breeze blew in from the window, chilling his back.

Only then did Qingyang realize that the man who had been holding him from behind was nowhere to be seen. The bed was a mess, the sheets damp and sticky with his bodily fluids. A tingling, itchy pain shot through his chest; he dared not touch it, fearing it would become a frighteningly red and swollen sight by tomorrow. He

threw the blanket to the floor, lay face down on the bed, and covered his head with a pillow. After a long while, a sob escaped from under the pillow, continuing until midnight.

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