Indulging in pleasure

"Jingshu, how about we go together?" Jinhua sipped her tea, a suggestive smile on her face.
"Heh, you're not very good at teaching her." Seeing her frivolous expression, Jingshu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh dear, if I were good at teaching her, you'd be a widow until you die." Jinhua knew Jingshu was interested and teased her. She was telling the truth; she had already been a widow for over three years. She married into the Yan family at 16, but her husband died less than six months later, and her mother-in-law passed away soon after. Now, this vast fortune was managed solely by her, Madam Yan. Her husband was seriously ill, and he had rushed to marry her to bring him good luck, but he still didn't make it.
"Doesn't your first wife care about you?" Jingshu also took a sip of tea and asked casually. Jinhua was a concubine of the wealthy rice merchant Li family. Master Li was already over fifty when he took Jinhua in, and coupled with his lust for women and nightly revelry, he also passed away a few years later. Jinhua and Jingshu were about the same age, and their husbands' families were both businessmen, so they were naturally closer. Now that they are both widows, they feel a sense of kinship.
"Hmph, it's none of her business," Jinhua scoffed dismissively. Jingshu was used to it; it was her father who sold her into the Li family, so it was no wonder she disliked everything about them. "She spends all day in the Buddhist hall, leaving all the business to her two sons. She's old, so it's not a pity for her to be a widow, but I'm still young."
"Jinhua," Jingshu interrupted her softly, glancing nervously at the door before lowering her voice, "If someone hears these outrageous words—" "
What's there to be afraid of?" Jinhua dismissed her caution. "Even if she finds out, she'll just turn a blind eye."
Jingshu fell silent. Jinhua was right; the Madam of the Li family was a dignified and generous woman. If she really found out, she would probably just let it go.
“Jingshu, you haven’t replied yet. Come with me today. I can introduce you to my lover.” Jinhua’s face had completely lost its previous displeasure. Her expectant look made Jingshu cover her mouth and smile, thinking that her lover must be serving Jinhua quite well.
“Alright then,” Jingshu agreed. She was the daughter of a merchant, her mother had passed away early, and she didn’t have many sisters. She only had her father and a group of brothers for company, so naturally no one taught her the proper etiquette for a woman. Besides… she was genuinely curious about Jinhua’s lover.
“Then it’s settled.” Jinhua gave her a final reminder, then got up to leave. “I’ll head back now.”
“I know, I know,” Jingshu shook her head helplessly and called to the maid waiting outside, “Xiuer, see Madam Li out.” She picked up the account book on the table and began to look at it seriously.
Sure enough, not long after nightfall, Jinhua arrived in a sedan chair. Upon receiving the steward’s report, Jingshu put down the account book and stretched. After watching all afternoon, her shoulders ached terribly. She didn't bother with much dressing up, left a message for Xiuer, and headed for the door. From afar, she saw the brightly colored sedan chair at the entrance. Jingshu shook her head with a smile; Jinhua loved such ostentatious displays.
"Jingshu, Jingshu!" Jinhua had already pulled back the curtain and peeked inside. Seeing Jingshu's leisurely figure, she quickly called out, her face beaming with undisguised joy.
Jingshu smiled back and quickened her pace. She liked Jinhua's straightforward nature, which was why she was close to her.
Once Jingshu was in the sedan chair, Jinhua didn't even glance at the sedan bearers, simply saying, "Let's go," before lowering the curtain and taking Jingshu's hand to talk to her.
After swaying for a while, the sedan chair suddenly stopped. Jinhua's personal maid, Mingyue's voice came from the window, "Madam, we've arrived." Jinhua smiled at Jingshu and got out first. After settling Jinhua in, Mingyue reached out to help Jingshu, but Jingshu only smiled at her, shook her head, and jumped down herself.
"Mingyue, don't you have any manners?" Jinhua turned around and saw Jingshu getting out of the sedan chair by herself, and angrily scolded Mingyue standing to the side.
"It's not her fault, Jinhua," Jingshu quickly explained, glancing apologetically at Mingyue, "I haven't moved all day and wanted to stretch my legs."
"Jingshu, you're protecting her again. This girl, why don't you thank her?" Jinhua thought Jingshu was making amends for Mingyue, and was unhappy, but could only offer Mingyue a way out.
"Thank you, Madam Yan." Mingyue obediently bowed and thanked her. Jingshu stepped forward to help her, patted the back of her hand, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Mingyue stiffened, unsure how to respond. Jingshu didn't linger, turning back to Jinhua's side.
Jing Shu looked at the plaque hanging above the small building, and the two characters "Guan Ju" caught her eye. Jing Shu thought to herself, "The name is quite elegant; I wonder what it's like inside." She had only taken a few steps inside when she was captivated by the refined and beautiful decorations. She had been managing the Yan family business for some time, and naturally, she had visited some brothels frequented by men for business purposes. There, they were all decorated with suggestive red silk, and the soft laughter of women and the lewd teasing of men rose and fell. But this place was different. A faint sound of a zither drifted through the courtyard, the silk on the pillars was mainly white and blue, and the servants coming and going were all neatly dressed and indifferent. If she didn't know this was a brothel, Jing Shu would definitely think it was just a refined teahouse.
"How is it?" Jin Hua asked softly, leaning close to Jing Shu's ear as they walked further in.
"It's quite nice," Jing Shu replied generously, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she nodded gently.
“I knew you’d like it,” Jinhua smiled, squeezing Jingshu’s hand tightly. Jingshu noticed that the silks wrapped around the pillars and fluttering from the ceiling were all expensive. A sense of doubt arose in her heart, and she asked softly, “Jinhua, how can Guanju afford all this silk?”
“Heh,” Jinhua’s smile deepened, and she said in a rare restraint, “I told you you were so engrossed in looking at the account books at home that you heard the eldest princess and the daughter of the Minister’s family are both patrons here.”
“Really?” Jingshu’s eyes widened in disbelief. She had only heard of royal debauchery, but she never imagined it was true.
Seeing her stunned expression, Jinhua smiled and shook her head, pulling her inside. Jingshu was so busy looking around that she didn’t see anyone coming. She only heard Jinhua exclaim “Ouch!” before she bumped into someone.
With Jinhua’s help, Jingshu quickly regained her balance, but the person who bumped into her stumbled.
"Young master, are you alright?" Jing Shu quickly stepped forward to help him up. Once he was steady, she immediately let go. "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for not watching where I was going." Realizing it was her fault, Jing Shu hurriedly apologized, looking up at the man's eyes. He was dressed in white, his face veiled, his features barely visible except for a pair of light brown eyes. But those eyes alone were enough to amaze Jing Shu. She inwardly admired him, a hint of surprise appearing on her face, but it was quickly replaced by apology, as if her earlier admiration had offended him. The owner of those eyes also scrutinized her, before finally speaking, leaving a curt "It's alright," and quickly departing.
"Which brothel's male prostitute is this, so rude?" Jin Hua complained before Jing Shu could even speak. Jing Shu shook her head indifferently and smiled slightly at Jin Hua, "Never mind, it was my fault first."
"You," Jin Hua seemed furious, staring at Jing Shu for a long time before finally sighing helplessly, "You, one day you'll be bullied."
"Yes, yes, then please, Madam Li, save me from that predicament." Jing Shu knew she was doing it for her own good, but she had this temper, and it was hard for her to always worry about her.
Jin Hua was amused and laughed, raising her sleeve to cover her mouth. Her anger had long since disappeared, but she still couldn't help but glance at her sideways, "You." With that, she pulled her into the private room.
The two had just sat down, and Jing Shu hadn't even had a sip of tea when four male prostitutes pushed open the door and entered. One of them gave Jin Hua a coquettish laugh and sat down next to her, while the other three stood there politely, without moving.
"Madam Jin, why did it take you so long to come see me?" The young male prostitute sitting next to Jin Hua leaned affectionately against her, softly complaining, his eyes half-closed in a seductive way.
"What, you're even telling me what to do now?" Jin Hua pinched his nose, her words cold, but her expression was full of doting affection.
"This servant wouldn't dare." The male prostitute knew Jin Hua's temperament; his seductive expression was just as strong, but his mouth remained submissive.
"You little slut." Jin Hua whispered in his ear, her lips close to his, her voice laced with malice, while her hand squeezed his penis hard.
"Ouch—" The male prostitute immediately let out an exaggerated groan, completely unconcerned that Jing Shu, a complete outsider, was sitting beside him.
However, Jing Shu didn't care much. Her father and brother were far more blatant than Jin Hua, and when she negotiated business with people in brothels, most of the managers were accompanied by women. Some managers, whether to test or humiliate Jing Shu, deliberately performed obscene acts in front of her.
"Alright, Qin Yin," Jin Hua patted his buttocks warningly, "haven't you greeted your Madam Yan yet?"
"Madam Yan," the male prostitute stood up and gave a proper bow, a woman's bow, before immediately clinging to Jin Hua. But Jing Shu knew that he was secretly observing her.
"Is this all the politeness you've got?" Jin Hua's face hardened now; she couldn't stand anyone showing Jing Shu the slightest disrespect.
"Never mind, Jin Hua," Jing Shu quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over, "He misses you terribly, so let him off the hook." She then took a sip of tea and nodded to Qin Yin in return.
Jin Hua gave Jing Shu a disapproving look but said nothing more. Qin Yin swiftly poured Jin Hua a cup of wine and carefully brought it to her lips. Jin Hua took a sip, then clapped her hands twice. The three people still standing there immediately sprang into action: one played the zither, one the flute, and another approached Jing Shu to pour her more wine.
Jin Hua and Qin Yin resumed their banter, while Jing Shu sat leisurely beside them, enjoying the music.
"Madam," the male servant sitting beside Jing Shu said, holding a cup in both hands and presenting it to her. Jing Shu put down her tea, took the wine cup from the male prostitute, took a small sip, and asked softly, "What's your name?"
"This humble servant is Qingyin," Qingyin replied, glancing quickly at Jing Shu with an extremely seductive look. Jing Shu smiled indifferently, downing her wine in one gulp. Qingyin immediately refilled her cup, pressing his body restlessly against Jing Shu's arm, one hand on her shoulder, the other roaming over her back.
"Qingyin…don't do this," Jing Shu said, blushing slightly, managing only this one word of rejection after much thought. Qingyin obediently withdrew his hand, but his face drew even closer to Jing Shu's neck, his breath hot against her skin.
Jing Shu wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that doing so would get Qingyin scolded by the madam; after all, being rejected by a customer was a serious offense. Meanwhile, Jin Hua and Qin Yin became increasingly unrestrained. Jin Hua's hand had already slipped inside Qin Yin's undergarments, while Qin Yin's hand explored Jin Hua's chest, groping incessantly.
Even though Jing Shu had seen many such scenes, she still couldn't help but blush, her eyes shyly averting from the two of them. Jing Shu wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt her body growing hotter and hotter, and Qing Yin, who was close to her, seemed increasingly alluring—
"Um… I'm going out for some fresh air." Jing Shu assumed it was just too hot inside, pushed Qing Yin away from her, and went out.
Unfamiliar with the layout of the place, Jing Shu wandered aimlessly, and soon found herself in the backyard. Jing Shu thought that the cool breeze would sober her up and relieve her heat, but the night air only intensified her fever. She sat weakly on the steps, her head against the wooden railing, taking deep breaths.
"Madam, Madam." Qing Yin followed her to the backyard and, seeing her sitting on the ground, quickly helped her up. "Madam, it's chilly at night, please get up."
"Hmm…" Jing Shu was startled by her own voice and quickly covered her mouth; for some reason, Qing Yin's touch had felt strangely pleasant.
“Madam,” Qingyin heard her voice and knew the drug had taken effect. The wine in this brothel always contained some aphrodisiac to enhance the customer's experience. He helped Jingshu sit on the wooden railing, embraced her, and whispered in her ear, “Madam, don't worry, Qingyin will help you.” He then licked her earlobe, leaving sticky saliva.
“Mmm…” Jingshu vaguely understood what he meant by “help,” and murmured her refusal, “No…no…no…”
Qingyin assumed she was just shy; most first-time customers would refuse. He didn't take it to heart and licked her earlobe even more vigorously. He untied Jingshu's sash, letting her clothes hang loosely on her body.
“No…no…stop…stop…” Jingshu was anxious, but her body had no strength. She knew she was likely doomed.
“What’s going on?” A cold voice suddenly came from behind Jingshu, startling both her and Qingyin.
“Young Master Hongli,” Qingyin recognized the person and wanted to bow, but her arm was still around Jingshu, so she frowned slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“What’s going on?” Jingshu had her back to the man and couldn’t see his face, but she knew his voice was still as cold as before.
“Young Master…” Qingyin was even more embarrassed, looking at Jingshu and then at Hongli, then lowering her head and remaining silent. Jingshu shifted restlessly, drawing Hongli’s gaze from Qingyin to herself.
It was her… Hongli knew what had happened with just one glance; it must be the wine again. A contemptuous smile played on Hongli’s lips, hidden beneath the white veil. Without looking at Qingyin, he commanded, “Go back.”
“But…”
Hongli glanced at him upon hearing this, and Qingyin immediately fell silent, straightened her clothes, turned and left. After taking a few steps, she turned back to look at Jingshu, making sure she was still leaning against the wooden railing, before quickly leaving.
Only after Qingyin left did Hongli walk around to Jingshu’s side, looking down at her disheveled state. Jing Shu felt a sudden chill from ahead. She opened her eyes and looked at the person standing in front of her. It was him… the white-clad man she had bumped into earlier.
“He seems reluctant to part with you.” Hong Li’s words left Jing Shu bewildered. She couldn’t see his expression, but she felt he was sneering.
The heat intensified, making Jing Shu’s mouth dry. She bit her lower lip hard to stop the almost unbearable moans.
Hong Li looked at Jing Shu, her face flushed, her eyes filled with tears, and her lips tightly pressed together. He was somewhat moved. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked her up and carried her to his room.
As soon as Hong Li placed Jing Shu on the bed, she began to moan intermittently, “Mmm… mmm…” Her hands gripped Hong Li’s arm tightly as he tried to pull away, preventing him from leaving.
Hong Li looked at her with a complicated expression for a few moments, then reached up and removed his veil. Under the moonlight, his face was so beautiful it seemed like that of an immortal. A pure and detached heart was the best description of his appearance. If she weren't in Guanju, Jingshu would never have believed he was a prostitute.
"Hot..." Jingshu looked at him pleadingly, expressing her feelings and hoping he would save her.
"May I ask your name, madam?" Hongli addressed her directly as madam. Even if she were unconventional, no unmarried girl would frequent Guanju.
"Yang...Yang...Jingshu..." Jingshu struggled to say her name, pressing her body against Hongli's arm, hoping to find some relief.
"Jingshu..." Hongli repeated softly, glancing at her again, knowing that if he didn't act soon, he might hurt her. He removed his clothes, pressing his naked body against Jingshu's, but his expression remained cold.
"Mmm..." Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Hongli didn't resist; instead, he removed her loose clothes, leaving them both naked.
"Hmm...hot..." Because her husband was sickly, Jing Shu had very little experience with sex, and even when she did, it was always a quick affair. So, although she was a wife, she knew very little about matters of desire.
"Where is it hot, Madam?" Hong Li hugged her and asked, kissing her cheek.
Jing Shu, unaware that he was feigning ignorance, honestly answered, "Down there...down there...it's so hot..." Hearing her answer, Hong Li was stunned. Jing Shu, thinking he hadn't understood, shifted her hips restlessly, pleading, "Hot..."
Her movement brushed against Hong Li's penis, instantly causing his already slightly erect member to swell. "Mmm..." Hong Li groaned softly, his body, well-versed in desire, aroused at the slightest touch.
"Is it here?" Hong Li extended a finger, placing it at Jing Shu's entrance, gently sliding it.
"Ah—" Jing Shu, already brimming with desire, immediately groaned, her arms tightening around him, "Yes...mmm...yes..."
Hong Li had never seen such an honest customer. He could handle skillful teasing with ease, but Jing Shu's honest confession made his head spin. "Is that so..." He tried to control his rhythm, applying slight pressure, again teasing the already overflowing opening, "Then what does Madam want?"
What does she want...? Jing Shu didn't know, she shook her head in a daze, "I...I...don't know..."
"Then Hong Li can decide for himself," the words had barely left his mouth when Hong Li forcefully inserted the index finger that had been hovering at the entrance of her vagina into Jing Shu's vagina.
"Ah—" Jing Shu threw her head back and moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, "Mmm...mmm ah..."
Hong Li was aroused by her moan, his penis throbbing slightly, gently rubbing against Jing Shu's fair buttocks. He hooked his index finger and mercilessly scraped against Jing Shu's flesh walls, which were already completely wet, but still incredibly tight. Hong Li had only inserted one finger and already felt as if he couldn't move anymore.
"Relax, Madam..." he coaxed softly, his finger bending and twisting inside Jing Shu's vagina, trying to widen her flower hole.
"Mmm—" Jing Shu couldn't hear what he was saying anymore; all her senses were focused on that spot below her. The restless finger made her feel both pleasure and pain. "So...swollen..."
Her flower cave didn't relax; instead, it contracted even more forcefully. Hong Li knew that coaxing was probably useless. He licked Jing Shu's cheek and, taking advantage of her exhaustion, forcefully inserted another finger—
"Ah ah—" Jing Shu arched her back, trying to pull away from him. But Hong Li didn't give her a chance to escape. His large hand, which had been moving on her back, immediately pressed her back into his embrace. "Where does Madam want to go?" he said, then, as if punishing her, he thrust his tongue into her ear.
"Ah no—no—no—" Her body trembled uncontrollably, clinging tightly to Hong Li as if he were the last piece of driftwood in a vast ocean.
Her voice was sweeter and more cloying than any other customer Hong Li had ever seen, so cloying that it almost melted him. He could no longer restrain himself and, taking advantage of Jing Shu's gushing nectar, quickly thrust his finger in and out.
" Ah
...

Without hesitation, he forcefully withdrew his penis completely, then plunged it back in completely, without any pause. The violent movements almost pulled out the tender flesh inside Jing Shu's vagina. Jing Shu's body bounced back and forth from his thrusts, her hair completely disheveled, the simple jade hairpin falling to the pillow, her long, black hair entwining around her snow-white skin, swaying slightly with Hong Li's movements, stimulating his taut nerves. "Ah—ah—ah—ah—" she moaned in rhythm with his, a slight pain in her vagina, but the intense pleasure made her forget about it. Her limbs went limp on the bed, her remaining strength used only for moaning— Hong Li closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure she brought him. Her vagina was tight and wet, like the finest silk, tightly gripping his penis. For the first time, he felt such intense desire in a woman, a desire to release— Jing Shu had already climaxed countless times; the sheets beneath her vulva were soaked with her nectar, yet Hong Li continued his tireless thrusting. His penis swelled and swelled, almost tearing Jing Shu apart, but this pain brought her a strange pleasure— "Hong Li—" Jing Shu cried out, tears streaming from her eyes. "Hmm—" Hearing his own name from her lips, Hong Li suddenly became incredibly excited. His penis, though tightly gripped by Jing Shu, still twitched twice— "Ahhh—" "Hmph—" Their moans rose and fell, creating a harmonious symphony of lust. With his last shred of reason, Hong Li pulled his penis out of Jing Shu's vulva. Thick semen sprayed onto Jing Shu's lower abdomen, scalding her and causing her body to tremble. Only when the last drop of semen slipped out did Hong Li truly relax, lying on top of Jing Shu, breathing heavily... Jing Shu had actually been awake for a while, but she dared not open her eyes. The warm breath beside her told her that the man was still lying next to her, and both of them were naked... "Madam is awake." Hong Li opened his eyes, calmly revealing his true feelings. Jing Shu's body stiffened instantly. After struggling for a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, but her gaze lingered on the skin across his face. She answered softly, "Yes..." What kind of expression was that? Hong Li frowned. Who was he, Hong Li? Countless people would never even see him, yet she had the privilege of making love with him, and she was unwilling. Hong Li didn't usually care whether his customer was satisfied or not, but the reluctance on Jing Shu's face hurt his pride. He had intended to let her go after a night of pleasure, but now it seemed... Besides, her body was indeed alluring. "Madam, do you know my name?" His name? Jing Shu tried hard to recall. Yesterday… she seemed to have called his name… “Hong… Li…?” she asked uncertainly in a soft voice, puzzled by his sudden question. Hong Li’s frustration deepened. Judging from her tone, she feared that if he hadn’t asked, she would have forgotten the name she had cried out yesterday. “Thank you for your kindness, Madam. You still remember my name.” Even though Hong Li was displeased, he still maintained proper etiquette. “Um… Young Master Hong Li, don’t worry,” Jing Shu quickly glanced at him and continued cautiously, “Jing Shu will definitely… won’t… take advantage of your body for nothing. I’ll go to my mother’s later…” Jing Shu couldn’t continue. Although she knew Hong Li was a courtesan and would be familiar with this kind of situation, she still couldn’t bring herself to say it. “Then thank you very much, Madam,” Hong Li laughed angrily. His usually cold eyes now showed anger. If other guests saw this scene, they would be stunned. Hong Li, known for his aloofness, even showed his anger at times. "Then may I ask when Madam will come to see me again?" Hong Li had never bothered to ask such a question before, but today, he knew that if he didn't ask, this woman would vanish without a trace. Come again? Jing Shu's heart pounded with nervousness, and she stammered, "Young Master Hong...you and I...we're not old acquaintances, so...so..." Perhaps it's best we never see each other again, Jing Shu thought to herself, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. "Madam is a guest, so naturally I'll do as Madam says," Hong Li feigned obedience. Seeing that Jing Shu indeed breathed a sigh of relief, he narrowed his eyes and continued, "But...this hairpin, please keep it with me."

A hairpin? What hairpin? Oh no… Jing Shu quickly reached up to touch her head, but the hairpin was nowhere to be seen. Then she saw that Hong Li was holding her own jade hairpin. Jing Shu reached out to take it, but Hong Li quickly grabbed the hairpin and placed it behind his back.
“You—” Jing Shu didn’t understand what he was trying to do, and her dumbfounded look made Hong Li laugh.
“You…” Knowing that he was making fun of her, Jing Shu blushed with anger, her courage to glare at him had been halved, and her eyes began to dart left and right, “What do you want…”
“Hong Li wants Madam to visit me often.” Hong Li took out the jade hairpin again and played with it casually, “Perhaps, I will return it to Madam one day.”
Did he want her to be his guest? Jing Shu was a little incredulous, carefully looking Hong Li over. Such a handsome and charming man, why would he need to keep a guest?
“Young Master Hong Li… with such a handsome appearance… why… why…”
Hearing her praise his appearance, Hong Li curled his lips. He'd heard so many compliments about his appearance, but he only believed the one from the man before him.
"That's because Madam has some special charm..." Hong Li deliberately only said half, waiting for the little fish to take the bait. Unfortunately, the fish was oblivious, taking the bait without hesitation—
"What charm?" If this charm disappeared, would he return the hairpin to her?
Hong Li smiled alluringly, his cold pupils deepening, like the night, making Jing Shu unable to look away. His face drew closer to Jing Shu, who nervously held her breath.
"It's unspeakable—" he said, inserting his slender fingers into Jing Shu's vagina.
"Mmm..." Jing Shu moaned softly, feeling both pain and shame. She squeezed her legs together, trying to stop him, but this only made her feel the movement of the finger inside her more clearly.
Memories of last night instantly returned, and her vagina, which had been fiercely caressed, seemed to respond to its master's call, immediately secreting nectar.
“Heh,” Hong Li chuckled contentedly, his eyes full of mockery, “It seems… Madam’s body still remembers me.”
Jing Shu was both angry and annoyed, but her flower-like opening continued to secrete nectar without her noticing, even beginning to entangle Hong Li’s invading fingers, refusing to let him leave. Her body was already weak, and now, with desire rising again, her feeble resistance was easily dissolved by Hong Li’s relentless pursuit. He rolled over, straddling Jing Shu, and took her left nipple, which was already erect, into his mouth.
“Mmm…” A soft moan rang out again. If someone had taught her, she would know that a woman shouldn’t make such sounds, even in her husband’s bed, but no one had taught her. She only knew that the tingling sensation in her body made her want to make a sound—
“Mmm—” Hong Li also moaned in response, taking as much of her breast flesh into his mouth, slightly raising his head, and using his mouth to lift her left breast, then sucking hard, making a “smack” sound. The breast, deprived of its support, fell back down, swaying gently. Before it could settle, Hong Li extended his tongue again, pressing it against the lower part of her left breast, pushing it back and forth with his tongue.
"Mmm..." Jing Shu knew he was playing with her body, not satisfying a customer. But the finger inside her vagina kept fiddling with it, making it impossible for her to utter a complete sentence.
"Madam's husband must often knead Madam's breasts," Hong Li said, sucking hard on Jing Shu's breast, making a "smack" sound, "So big...so soft..." He withdrew his finger from Jing Shu's vagina, holding one in each hand, grasping Jing Shu's full breasts, and kneading them in circles. He buried his face in her cleavage, licking back and forth with his tongue—
"Mmm...no...no..." Jing Shu denied it, but the words that came out still sounded like moans.
"Then it's Hong Li's good fortune." Hong Li raised his head, looking at her flushed cheeks, and answered with a smile. After speaking, he lowered his head again and continued to lick.
"You...you...ahhh—" Jing Shu thought he was just teasing her, feeling ashamed and angry, but unable to resist the pleasure he brought.
"Does Madam want Hong Li?" Seeing that she only looked at him with teary eyes, but did not answer, Hong Li arched his body and rubbed his erect penis against her vulva. But without looking or touching, he had no aim at all. The thick tip only barely touched the vulva, and most of the time it rubbed against Jing Shu's clitoris and thighs.
"Mmm...mmm..." This kind of rubbing would have been better if it hadn't been there. The half-hearted touching only made her more uncomfortable. "I want...I want...Hong Li..." Jing Shu didn't know that her calling Hong Li was more seductive than seduction.
Hong Li's breathing was unsteady, and the smile on his face disappeared, leaving only the surging desire in his eyes.
"Then...do you want a finger...or a penis?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Hong Li felt a wave of pleasure. Guan Ju had taught him a lot of vulgar words, but he only regarded them as tricks used by prostitutes to tease him and never bothered to say them. But now, he felt that these words, originally meant to arouse Jing Shu's desire, had actually made him react first—
"You..." Even though Jing Shu didn't have a mother or sister, she knew that such words shouldn't be said. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to use it to resist the emptiness in her body.
Hong Li was somewhat disappointed, but then a smile crept onto his lips. He released one of Jing Shu's breasts and reached for her nectar-filled vulva. His lips approached her ear, licking as he spoke, "So, Madam wants it all..." Before he finished speaking, his penis thrust in, pinching Jing Shu's clitoris with two fingers and twisting it forcefully—
"Ah—" A scream-like groan echoed throughout the room. Jing Shu's body stiffened, her eyes widening suddenly—
"Hmm..." Hong Li also let out a muffled groan, but before he could even adjust, he continued to tease Jing Shu. "Madam... are you comfortable...?" Without waiting for her reply, he lifted one of Jing Shu's legs and began thrusting his penis in and out rapidly, his eyes fixed on their joined bodies. He watched the thick shaft stretch open her pink vulva, moving in and out, the viscous fluid gushing out with each movement, splashing onto his lower abdomen. Hong Li couldn't help but thrust faster and faster, his breathing becoming more rapid than ever before—
"Madam... so tight... so comfortable..."
“Slow down… umm… Hongli… Hongli…” The leg he had lifted hooked around Hongli’s waist, her arms flailing limply like two tender white snakes.
Hongli’s hand, which was pinching Jingshu’s clitoris, was also busy, kneading and twisting in rhythm with his own. “Slap, slap,” the sound of the two fleshy sacs slapping against the entrance seemed like a call to action, stimulating Hongli to thrust in and out even faster.
“Scream… moan again… louder… louder…” Hongli’s eyes were already red. He grabbed Jingshu’s left breast with one hand, kneading it hard, his five fingers deeply imprinted into her soft flesh.
“Ah—umm ahhh—” Jingshu indulged herself and moaned loudly, her breasts throbbing painfully, but her vagina was still contracting tirelessly.
“Hmm—” Hongli was so comfortable by her squeezing that he paused for a moment, then began to thrust even faster.
“Ahhh—”
“Mmm…”
The moans rose and fell between the bed curtains, the two naked bodies tightly intertwined. Both of their lower abdomens were covered in someone else's sticky fluid. The sun was high in the sky outside the window, but Hong Li continued thrusting without noticing, each thrust seeming as if he wanted to pierce her through—
"Ah... gently... gently..." Jing Shu felt her cervix being forced open. She was a little scared, even though she knew it was impossible, she couldn't help but worry that Hong Li would pierce her—
"Knock knock knock—" A dull knocking sound came unexpectedly. Before Jing Shu could persuade Hong Li to stop, he had already roared, "Get out!"
The servant standing at the door had never seen Young Master Hong Li in such a bad mood. He almost dropped the tray he was carrying and hurriedly left in a panic.
She didn't know how many times he had entered her. She only knew that her body was so sore that she couldn't move at all. Her soft moans had now turned into silent gasps. She was really afraid that Hong Li would fuck her to death.
"Mmm—" Hong Li closed his eyes tightly, squeezing Jing Shu's breasts hard. His body tensed, and a large amount of semen shot straight into Jing Shu's flower cave—
"Huff...huff..." After releasing his pent-up desire, Hong Li was still panting heavily. The pleasure made him lose control... "I shot inside..." He slightly opened his eyes, looking at Jing Shu with some apology, but did not pull out his limp penis.
"No...it's alright..." Jing Shu answered softly. Before, in order to leave an heir for the Yan family, the old lady had a doctor examine her, but the doctor said that her constitution made it very difficult for her to conceive. What had saddened her at the time now seemed to have become a good thing...
"Then let's do it again..." Hong Li smeared the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid between the two of them onto Jing Shu's erect nipples. The bright red nipples glistened with cloudy white crystalline fluid, such a lewd sight that no one could resist—
"No...don't..." Jing Shu panicked when she heard him about to continue, but her limbs were weak and numb, unable to even lift, let alone stop a grown man's violation... "Please..." Her eyes filled with mist, her long eyelashes trembling with grievance, "I...I...it hurts so much..."
Hearing her say it hurt, Hong Li regained some of his senses, stopped kneading her breasts, and looked down at her still-enclosed vulva. The once pink flesh was now swollen and red, the small opening forced open by his thick penis, now weakly spitting out the semen it couldn't contain.
"So pitiful..." Hong Li's eyes were fixed on those two tender flesh, his hips thrusting slightly a few times, immediately eliciting a sensitive moan from Jing Shu. "A little swollen..." he said, stroking Jing Shu's labia with his index finger, the movement light and gentle.
"No...no...don't...anymore..." Jing Shu's breathing became rapid, and she was in a hurry to speak, soon coughing. Her trembling body caused her vaginal opening to contract, and she could clearly feel the soft penis inside her hardening and growing larger—
"Please..." She was truly in pain, truly exhausted. Since her husband's death, she had never had any sex, and now, twice in a row, and Hong Li's penis was particularly large. While there had been moments of pleasure during intercourse, the aftermath was indescribable pain...
Seeing her pitiful expression, Hong Li felt a pang of pity, but that pleading face only fueled his own arousal. After a moment's thought, he decided on a compromise. He slowly withdrew his penis, savoring her spasmodic grip as he pulled away. A slut! A born slut! Hong Li felt a surge of resentment, his cold eyes scrutinizing Jing Shu's face as she stared intently at him. Her pitiful expression, as if afraid he would penetrate her again, yet her body was gripping so tightly.
"Slut..." Hong Li moved closer to Jing Shu's lips, rubbing them against hers, and whispered the two words. The knot in her heart seemed to dissipate considerably with those words.
Jing Shu stiffened, biting her lower lip, half-closing her eyelids to avoid his stern expression.
"See, it doesn't want me to leave." Hong Li's penis had been completely withdrawn. He stared intently at Jing Shu's face, but his fingers lingered at the entrance of her vagina, occasionally probing.
"No..." Jing Shu wanted to deny it, but she only managed to utter one word before tightly shutting her mouth. She knew that no matter what she said, Hong Li wouldn't change his mind... The grievance in her heart made her eyes sting, but she held it in, refusing to let any more tears fall.
Seeing that she didn't deny it, Hong Li was not satisfied; instead, he became even more agitated. His fingers, which had been tentatively probing, were now fully inserted all at once.
"Ah..." Jing Shu's brows furrowed in pain, and her breath hitched. It burned there, as if the skin had been broken. She had just managed to slowly close and relax, but Hong Li's entry had forced it open again.
Hong Li felt a stab in his chest; her silent, restrained expression was so irritating. His desire to cruelly torment her vanished instantly. He impatiently withdrew his fingers, glanced at his swollen penis, then at her swollen vulva, finally sighed silently, and turned to get out of bed.
Sensing his departure, Jing Shu opened her eyes and looked in the direction he had gone, somewhat incredulous at her sudden good fortune. He had actually let her go? She seemed to have forgotten who had made her so disheveled; her misty eyes looked at him with a hint of gratitude, but when she saw his naked body in the sunlight, her face flushed, and she awkwardly turned her head away.
Hong Li couldn't quite describe his feelings. This woman… did she even know her situation…? He pulled out the ointment from the drawer. This ointment had been there since his first night, but he had never used it. In bed, he was always cold and restrained, leaving his guests teetering between satisfaction and dissatisfaction. But with her…
he drew out a thick layer of ointment, knelt beside her, and inserted it into her flower-like opening.
“Hongli,” Jingshu called out anxiously, her weak legs tightening slightly.
“I’m applying medicine,” Hongli explained, knowing she was afraid he might change his mind, “There’s some broken skin; it will hurt a lot if I don’t treat it.”
“…Thank you…” Jingshu whispered her thanks, feeling guilty for having doubted his promise.
“Madam,” Hongli called to her, then, as she looked at him, his eyes darted to his still-erect penis, “Do you intend for Hongli to stay like this?” He intended to spare her flower-like opening, but not her.
Jingshu, fooled, glanced at his thick penis before quickly averting her gaze. But that one glance filled her with dread. The swollen thing was covered in terrifying blue veins, pointing upwards, as if it might pierce her body at any moment.
“Madam,” Hong Li hooked his finger into her flower-like opening, leaning closer, his lips brushing against her fair cheek, “Are you really that heartless?” He then pressed his finger against her inner wall with suggestive force.
“Ah,” Jing Shu gasped softly, forced to meet his lustful gaze, hesitantly speaking, “Then… what should I do… didn’t he say he was going to apply medicine to me…?”
“Look at it,” Hong Li coaxed, “use your eyes to caress it.”
Jing Shu hesitated for a long time, quickly glancing at the thick penis before looking away, pleadingly looking at Hong Li. But Hong Li didn’t soften; instead, he punished her by poking her inner wall again.
“If Madam isn’t willing to help Hong Li, then Hong Li will have to do it himself.” As he spoke, he suggestedively thrust his finger, still inside her flower-like opening, as if trying to awaken her previous memories.
Even this slight movement made Jing Shu gasp in pain. If that thing went in again… Jing Shu dared not think further, reluctantly turning her gaze to the thick penis, her face burning red.
“Yes, like that, stare at it,” Hong Li slowed the pace of his finger movements, his voice as soft as a veil, “Good girl.” After saying that, he rewarded Jing Shu with a peck on the lips, “Look carefully at its tip, circle the head once, good, then look down from there… Remember every line, don’t move your eyes so fast, slowly, slowly, yes, good, like that, be gentle with your gaze, look at it with longing.” Hong Li’s eyes were fixed on Jing Shu’s eyes, not looking at his penis at all, but he could feel that gaze falling there, examining, caressing, and longing according to his instructions. This realization made his body tremble with pleasure, and his lips rubbing against her cheek grew hotter and hotter.
Jing Shu subconsciously dodged, and her flower hole was immediately poked again.
“Ah…” Even with the ointment to relieve the pain, the force still made Jing Shu wince in pain.
"You want me in that badly?" Hong Li deliberately misinterpreted her words, whispering in her ear, his eyes churning with surging desire.
Jing Shu bit her lip, remaining silent. A wave of grievance and pain washed over her; she didn't know what she had done wrong to deserve such treatment… Was it simply because she had mistakenly drunk a wine laced with aphrodisiacs…?
Hong Li felt a pang of pity for her pitiful yet restrained appearance, loosening his grip and continuing his soft, seductive whisper, "Then, Madam, hold it with your hand."
"Hold it?" Jing Shu was momentarily stunned, instinctively giving Hong Li a dumbfounded look. Seeing her like this, Hong Li's mood suddenly improved for some reason. The corners of his tight lips turned up slightly, and a hint of warmth appeared in his cold eyes. He stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her tender cheek a few times, lowering his voice even more, as if he were talking about some shameful secret, "Madam is holding Hong Li's penis, genitals, flesh..."
Jing Shu couldn't listen anymore and quickly reached out to grasp that thing. But as soon as she touched it, she wanted to let go, but Hong Li's fingers immediately began to probe all over her body. Jing Shu paused for a moment, but in the end, she still held on tightly to it.
So hot... She frowned slightly, feeling as if her hand was about to be burned.
"What? You don't like it?" Seeing her frown, Hong Li assumed she disliked being touched. His good mood vanished instantly, and his tender actions returned to toying. His fingers kept bending and straightening, stimulating her broken skin. "Yesterday, it was this thing going in and out of Madam's little hole, making Madam moan with pleasure. How come you despise me now?" His words were plaintive, but Jing Shu couldn't help feeling a chill run down her spine. His tone and actions were completely incongruous with his plaintive words.
"No...no..." Jing Shu knew that if she didn't explain, he might change his mind and...go in again. "It's just...it's so hot..." Before the listener could even notice, the speaker's cheeks were already flushed red. Jing Shu couldn't believe she had just commented on a man's... penis...
Hong Li paused, then chuckled softly, "Hehe," she realized she'd forgotten that she was different from the other customers; she wouldn't pretend those sexual encounters hadn't happened, which was why he'd wanted to sleep with her so badly. "It was Hong Li's presumption."
"No..." Jing Shu instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to say it was alright, but then realized her mistake and immediately closed her lips. She knew this wasn't Hong Li's fault; she was the one who approached him, using him to relieve her pain. She had been impolite first, no wonder he treated her like a harlot, playing with her so intimately...
"Then I'll trouble you, Madam, to hold me tight," Hong Li adjusted his body, spreading his legs wide, sitting beside Jing Shu, completely exposing his penis to facilitate her movements—or rather, to facilitate his instructions. Despite the obscene act, his expression remained calm and indifferent.
"Touch the top with your thumb first," Jing Shu followed his instructions, clumsily stroking his glans with her thumb, sliding it back and forth along the tender flesh. She dared not use force; a man's penis should be like a woman's vagina, she was afraid of hurting him.
"Mmm—so good," Hong Li uttered wantonly, expressing his feelings. In front of Jing Shu, he felt relaxed and comfortable, able to easily get an erection and moan. Those things that he once considered dirty had now become irresistible temptations. "Yes, like that, Madam, use a little more force." Her movements, as light as a feather, not only did not relieve him, but made him even more swollen. Jing Shu obediently added a little force, but it was still so light and airy. "Use a little more force." Hong Li's breathing became rapid, his fingers pressing heavily against her inner walls uncontrollably.
"Mmm—" Jing Shu felt both pain and numbness; before her brain could react, her fingers had already copied his, pressing heavily against the opening at the top.
"Ah—" Hong Li's body went numb, his fingers trembling. "You little slut, you've learned so quickly." He still couldn't bring himself to call her "Madam" like he did with other customers. He preferred calling her a whore or a slut to that hypocritical title.
Jing Shu couldn't believe her ears. He...he called her...slut...The pent-up grievances in her heart could no longer be contained, and streams of tears slid down her disheveled black hair.
Hong Li hadn't expected her to cry. Although he had never called any other customer that, he had heard other male prostitutes say that when they called her that, the women would only become more excited, clench their fists tighter, and moan more lewdly.
"Why are you crying?" He brought his lips close to her eyes, sucking away the bitter tears.
"I...I...I'm not..." Jing Shu rarely spoke with her stubbornness, but her intermittent, tearful words sounded more like a coquettish plea.
"Look at you, so silly," Hong Li said, both amused and exasperated. He no longer cared about propriety, his affectionate and tolerant tone as if he were treating his own crying daughter. "I love your slutness, I love your lewdness, the sluttier the better, the more lewd the better." He did it on purpose, repeating those two words over and over, just to get her used to it. Judging from her expression, she probably came from a respectable family and had never heard such vulgar language. His intended affectionate address had made her cry.
"You…" Jing Shu wanted to glare at him, but her slightly red eyes and tear-streaked eyelashes transformed that resentful glare into a seductive glare. Hong Li had barely managed to suppress his desire, patiently coaxing her, but that look reignited his raging lust.
"So slutty," he practically spat out the words through gritted teeth, grasping her hand that was still clutching him, and began to move rapidly.
"Mmm—hoo… ah—" A soft, lewd moan escaped her lips, broken and intermittent, but it was a male voice. Anyone who didn't know better would surely think it was some delicate young male prostitute being played with by a woman. But the scene on the bed was quite different: Hong Li was holding Jing Shu's hand, relentlessly stroking his own penis, his body flushed a pale pink with arousal. He tilted his head back, his long, black hair cascading over his shoulders, a few strands of sweat clinging to his cheeks, an image of utter lewdness. Jing Shu, meanwhile, lay limp on the bed, her brows slightly furrowed, letting him relieve her with his hand, her eyes unsure where to look.
Her hand was a little sore from his grip, her palm slightly aching from the friction of his penis. But even so, it was better than letting him penetrate her. The ointment was beginning to take effect, the cool sensation lingering there, easing her pain.
"Mmm—mmm—Jing Shu—Jing Shu—" Hong Li, nearing his climax, called out her name uncontrollably. Jing Shu, however, froze, her face filled with embarrassment. If he had called her "wife" or even "slut" and "whore" before, she could still accept it. But now, moaning her name like that gave her the illusion that she belonged to him and had been completely violated by him.
"Jing Shu—Jing Shu—" His hands moved faster and faster, and the name Jing Shu came out more and more naturally.
Jing Shu hesitated, but decided to tell him to stop. "Hong..." She had only uttered one word when the penis she was holding tightly sprang up and spurted out—white, sticky fluid splattered all over Jing Shu's body: her lower abdomen, breasts, and even thighs were covered in stains of semen.
"You called me?" Hong Li's chest heaved rapidly, his eyes half-closed, and he spoke softly. Jing Shu could almost see the hot breath coming from his mouth. "It's alright..." She sighed silently in her heart, lowering her eyelids helplessly.
"Then... call me again?"
"Call what?" Jing Shu looked at him, puzzled.
"Call my name." Hong Li remained seated, his large hand holding Jing Shu's small hand, slowly and gently stroking his penis after his release.
“…Hong Li…”
That cold, flushed face was slowly beginning to bloom, a genuine smile rising from his lips, as serene and ethereal as an immortal. He was truly beautiful… Jing Shu was mesmerized, only this one thought remaining in her mind.
Hong Li hastily cleaned them both up, then pulled her back onto the bed. Everything was just like it had been a few hours earlier, just like when Jing Shu had first opened her eyes and seen him. They were still naked, Hong Li was still holding her, only… Jing Shu’s body was more sore than before… Fortunately, Hong Li’s ointment was effective; the pain was now only a faint ache, bearable.
Exhausted, Jing Shu didn’t care that Hong Li was still there and drifted off to sleep.
Hong Li looked at the woman in his arms, her breathing steady, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He licked his lips contentedly. His desires were satisfied, and only then did he feel the hunger in his body. He put on an outer garment, wrapped Jing Shu tightly in the quilt, smoothed his hair, opened the door, and called out softly,
"Daiyang—"
"Young Master!" The servant standing not far from the door immediately ran over.
"Quietly," Hong Li frowned slightly in displeasure, startling Daiyang, who immediately stopped and looked at him helplessly.
"Go prepare some food and fetch water for a bath." Hong Li didn't explain who was in the room, only instructing Dai Yang to prepare the things. After speaking, he turned to go back into the inner room.
"Young...Young Master—" Dai Yang saw him about to go back in and quickly called out, his voice unconsciously rising. Sure enough, he received another cold glance from the young master. Hmm...If he could, he really wished he didn't have to talk to the young master... "Mother wants you to come over..." Dai Yang's voice grew softer and softer, his head lowered, his big eyes quickly glancing at Hong Li before looking away.
Hong Li sighed softly. This Dai Yang, so timid, he wondered if he could handle receiving guests in the future. Oh well, he dismissed his thoughts. He rarely worried about other people's affairs.
"Young Master..." Seeing that Hong Li had no intention of coming out, Dai Yang called out to him again softly, but dared not say anything more. Young Master Hongli was Guanju's top courtesan, and he himself was just a lowly servant. How could he dare to speak out of turn in front of him... But... Mother...
"I know," Hongli couldn't bear to see him looking like he was about to face a terrible disaster. "Get ready and go."
When he finished dressing and styled his hair, he saw Daiyang still standing at the door, her face slightly grim, and her words carrying a hint of coldness. "Where are the things I asked you to prepare?"
"Ah?" Daiyang was startled by Hongli's words, and quickly explained, "Yes, young master, I've already sent someone to prepare them." Although the young master wasn't usually one to talk to people, he wasn't really this scary... What's going on...?
Hearing him say this, Hongli's gloomy expression softened slightly. He took a few steps, then stopped and instructed Daiyang, who was following behind him, "You stay here and guard the door."
"Ah? Oh, yes." Daiyang stopped following him and returned to the door, obediently standing there.
“Also,” Hong Li turned back after a few steps, “don’t let anyone else in. Tell them to make the food light and the bath water not too hot.”
Dai Yang looked at the young master’s departing figure with a puzzled expression, thinking to herself: Why is the young master being so fussy today? And didn’t he always insist on hot bath water before…?
Hong Li had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he saw that fiery red figure.
“Hong Li,” the person turned around and smiled at him upon hearing his footsteps. Her face, as beautiful as a peach blossom, was full of alluring charm, and her slender peach blossom eyes always seemed ready to shed tears.
“Bai Yue.” Hong Li nodded lightly. It was ironic; it was Bai Yue who always wore red, yet it was she, who preferred white, who was called Hong Li.
“Long time no see.” Bai Yue glanced meaningfully upstairs, then looked at Hong Li ambiguously.
How could Hong Li not understand his meaning? Long time no see? Hmph, even after several years, Bai Yue probably wouldn’t miss her. Bai Yue was the second most sought-after courtesan in Guanju. Yes, the second most sought-after. The two were evenly matched, and neither had ever truly distinguished themselves. It was just that Hong Li was aloof and distant, while Bai Yue was alluring and seductive.
"Is there something you need?" Hong Li didn't want to talk to him much and asked directly.
"Nothing, it's just that my mother is looking for you." Bai Yue didn't mind Hong Li's coldness at all, and his smile didn't fade.
"Dai Yang told me." Hong Li didn't believe that he was waiting here just to tell her that his mother was looking for him.
"Then I've been nosy," he said apologetically, his eyes half-closed as if he were wronged, looking quite pitiful. Unfortunately, Hong Li was already familiar with his tricks and still watched him without showing any emotion.
"Hehe," Bai Yue knew that Hong Li wouldn't fall for it easily, but he didn't expect him to be so uncooperative. He couldn't play the game alone, so he simply stopped acting. "I heard... you're hiding a woman in your room?" Hong Li hadn't come out of her room all night and all day today, and the moans of the man and woman were loud enough for passersby to hear. Guan Ju was already in an uproar. Hong Li, the young master, was such a refined and aloof figure; no one had ever seen him so indulgent, especially with those unrestrained moans. Even they, the courtesans, couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter.
"What's it to you?" Hong Li, no longer wanting to argue with him, coldly uttered these words and turned to leave.
"Hehe," Bai Yue chuckled softly, covering her red lips with her sleeve, her face exuding a seductive charm that was almost unbearable. Her slender waist, wrapped in red, seemed to sway slightly. "Indeed, it has nothing to do with me." Her soft murmur was as alluring as a woman's hair.
Dai Yang was standing bored at the door, lost in thought, when he saw the red figure appear on the stairs. He was immediately on high alert, straightening his back and bowing respectfully, "Young Master Bai Yue." Oh no, why did Young Master Bai Yue have to come of all times—when he had him standing guard? The White Moon Prince and the Red Li Prince are mortal enemies, they can't stand each other. Now that the prince isn't here, what am I going to do...? Will he drag me into an alley and beat me up...? The more Dai Yang thought about it, the more serious it became, his eyes blinking wildly, not daring to look at the White Moon Prince even once.
His cautious and nervous appearance amused the White Moon Prince. Was he a poisonous snake or a ferocious beast that made Dai Yang so scared? "What are you doing here?" The White Moon Prince hadn't intended to cause him any trouble, but his "protesting too much" attitude piqued his interest.
"I...I...the prince asked me to guard the gate." Dai Yang answered honestly, not daring to hide anything.
"Oh?" Now the White Moon Prince was genuinely interested. Even the notoriously aloof Red Li Prince had someone he couldn't let go of? Suppressing his playful frivolity, Bai Yue lowered his voice and asked, "Daiyang, do you know who's in this room?"
"This humble one doesn't know."
"Really?" Bai Yue raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. Daiyang immediately answered without hesitation, "Daiyang truly doesn't know. Daiyang has never seen this lady's face, and the young master forbade Daiyang to enter."
"Heh," interesting, interesting. A playful glint appeared in Bai Yue's slender eyes. He wanted to see who was so special that Hong Li would give them special treatment. "Daiyang, your young master is looking for you."
"Ah? Really?" Upon hearing that his young master was looking for him, Daiyang quickly looked up at Bai Yue.
"What, would I lie to you?" Bai Yue feigned displeasure, his smile vanishing. Daiyang immediately bowed his head apologetically, "No, no, Daiyang doesn't distrust the young master, it's just... it's just..."
"Just what?" "
It's just that the young master asked Daiyang to guard the door. If Daiyang goes to find the young master, there will be no one guarding the door..." Sigh, what a hassle, what to do? Daiyang felt increasingly troubled. If she didn't guard the gate, her young master would definitely scold her, but if she didn't go to see him, wouldn't she still be scolded?
This servant… Baiyue shook her head helplessly and "kindly" explained to her, "Since your young master is looking for you, you naturally don't need to guard the gate."
"Huh? Oh, right," Daiyang finally realized, her worried expression vanishing, and she smiled broadly, bowing to Baiyue again, "Thank you, Young Master Baiyue." After saying that, she quickly ran downstairs.
Baiyue chuckled, shook her head, and after confirming that no one was around, opened the door and went inside.
The room was a mess, with women's clothes scattered on the floor. Judging from the fabric, she must be from a wealthy family. Baiyue curled her lips, her eyes filled with amusement. This Hongli, could it be that she has hooked up with the lady of some rich and powerful family to be working so hard?
Lifting the bed curtains, she saw a woman curled up on the bed. Her body was wrapped tightly in the quilt, clearly having been carefully tucked in, which only increased Baiyue's curiosity. She scrutinized the sleeping face closely. A delicate oval face, skin so white it was almost translucent, and faint shadows beneath closed eyes—clearly, she hadn't rested well. After examining her carefully from all angles, Bai Yue couldn't discern any extraordinary charm in her. If she had to pinpoint anything alluring, it would be her beautiful skin and smooth, black hair, but women with such features were rare. Why, then, had Hong Li taken a liking to her…?
Just then, Jing Shu, fast asleep, suddenly turned over. This movement aggravated her aches and pains, and she unconsciously let out a soft groan.
"Heh," Bai Yue chuckled. This woman had clearly just experienced sex, yet her voice sounded pitifully innocent, as if she were still a virgin. Bai Yue was somewhat disappointed. The woman who had made Hong Li break the rules was far too ordinary. He had expected her to be some kind of peerless enchantress. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked down at her peaceful, gentle sleeping face and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her cheek.
"Hmm..." Jing Shu was somewhat awakened by the touch. Without even looking at who it was, she mumbled, "Thank you..."
Bai Yue froze, his hand still lingering behind her ear. Thank you... How many years had it been since he had heard those words? In Guanju, he was called the top courtesan, but in reality, he was just a prostitute. Male prostitutes might have a better situation than female prostitutes, since female customers weren't as cruel and heartless as male customers. But a prostitute was a prostitute; no one treated him like a human being. All acts of care and flattery were taken for granted. As time went on… even he himself took it for granted… but this woman… could say “thank you” so naturally…
“You’re welcome, Madam,” Bai Yue replied softly, his fingers lingering on her cheek, gently touching it.
Jing Shu heard someone speaking to her, her consciousness returning somewhat, but still hazy. She mumbled, “Hong Li?”
Bai Yue didn’t answer, still gently stroking her cheek, watching her eyelashes seem to struggle to lift.
“No more,” Jing Shu still didn’t open her eyes. Feeling someone stroking her cheek, she thought Hong Li wanted it again, and mumbled a refusal, “It still hurts…” Her sleepy voice trailed off softly, sounding like a lover’s murmur.
Bai Yue’s head spun from her “no more,” and his gaze lost its clarity. Ha, so this was the woman Hong Li had his eye on. He had almost been fooled by her calm and quiet face.
Having made up his mind, Bai Yue reached out and picked her up, blanket and all, and carried her to his room. This woman seemed truly exhausted. He had carried her to another room, yet she remained oblivious, still half-asleep.
Bai Yue untied his corset and bound her hands to the headboard. He pulled a small bottle from a hidden compartment behind the cabinet, poured out a pill, stared at the dark brown pill for a moment, then turned back to Jing Shu and put it in her mouth.
Jing Shu felt something being put in her mouth and was startled. She opened her eyes to see a man she had never seen before.
"You… cough, cough." The pill slid down her throat, and Jing Shu coughed, choking.
Bai Yue gently patted her back, as if they had known each other for a long time.
"Who… who are you?" Jing Shu, finally able to breathe, quickly asked the man's name. Although she was still covered by a blanket, she knew she was naked, and this man had bound her hands and fed her something she didn't know… The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, her eyes pleading as she looked at Bai Yue.
“This humble servant is Bai Yue,” Bai Yue stroked her eyelashes with his fingers. He admitted that her pitiful appearance aroused his desire. “May I ask your name, Madam?”
It was that question again… After answering it last time, Hong Li had taken him all day, and now… Seeing Jing Shu hesitate, Bai Yue’s eyes dimmed, and he gave a self-deprecating smile.
“Yang Jing Shu…” Jing Shu couldn’t bear to see others suffer, especially because of her, and whispered her name. Anyway, what’s meant to be will be… She said that, but she couldn’t help feeling uneasy…
“Jing Shu,” Bai Yue resumed his alluring demeanor, his red lips parting slightly as he uttered her name. He hadn’t done anything yet, but Jing Shu could feel desire emanating from him. She looked away from him and asked hesitantly, “Where’s Hong Li?” Although Hong Li frightened her, he was still someone she knew…
“What, can’t Bai Yue satisfy Madam?” Bai Yue asked as he undressed, his smile growing increasingly seductive, as potent as an aphrodisiac, making Jing Shu ashamed to look directly at him.
"No, um... Young Master Baiyue, could you please help me find Young Master Hongli?" Jingshu, unsure of Baiyue's intentions, clung to a sliver of hope and tried to calm herself.
"Oh?" Baiyue was somewhat surprised by her good temper and continued, playing along, "This servant doesn't know where Young Master Hongli is." His movements as he removed her clothes didn't slow down at all.
At this moment, Jingshu knew she couldn't escape, but she didn't know if Hongli had brought her to this hellhole or if Baiyue had come looking for her. She didn't know this Young Master Baiyue at all, and why he would do this to her...
"Young Master Baiyue..." Her pleading, desperate tone made Baiyue waver for a moment, "Please let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone."
Unfortunately, Baiyue's wavering was only for a brief instant. Even at this point, this woman didn't cry or make a scene, but instead used words like "young master" and "please. " Bai Yue's interest in her grew stronger and stronger. He wanted to hear her moans, to see her cry out and tremble beneath him—
seeing that Bai Yue was already naked, lifting the blanket from his body, about to spread her legs, Jing Shu grasped at the last glimmer of hope and pleaded, "Young Master Bai Yue, I...I...it hurts...you should..." Hong Li hadn't entered her because of the pain there, perhaps...perhaps...this Young Master Bai Yue could be so kind.
"Does it hurt?" Bai Yue repeated her words, seeing her hopeful look at him, his formulaic seductive smile was broken by a hint of amusement. He spread her legs wide, lay on the bed, and carefully examined her swollen vulva. "Hmm...it is swollen," he said, feigning sympathy. Seeing Jing Shu's shy and nervous expression, he suppressed his smile and continued to murmur, "Then...shall I lick it for you?"
It was said as a question, but Bai Yue didn't wait for Jing Shu's answer before bringing his mouth close to her vulva. One hand continued to spread her thighs, while the other gently caressed her labia. His hands were a little cold, causing Jing Shu to shiver involuntarily, her flower-like opening instinctively shrinking.
"Your little hole likes me, madam," Bai Yue's lips pressed against Jing Shu's opening, his voice a low hum, the vibration of his lips and the warmth of his breath reaching her sensitive flesh. "Trembling," as if to confirm his words, Bai Yue inserted his index finger into one knuckle, rapidly vibrating and pressing.
"Ugh—" Jing Shu bit her lip, trying not to moan aloud. Her flower-like opening had been in a state of heightened arousal all day, naturally extremely sensitive, and now, with just a slight touch from Bai Yue, she felt a tingling numbness that nearly made her faint. "
It's leaking," Bai Yue stared intently at the small opening, a trickle of warm nectar slowly flowing down his invading fingers, sticking to his hand, dripping onto the sheets, and forming several lewd silver threads.
"Don't...don't say..." Don't say! Jing Shu wanted to stop him, but all her strength was used to resist the overwhelming pleasure, and she couldn't even utter three words properly.
"What's wrong?" Bai Yue pretended not to understand her meaning. "Does Madam think what I said is wrong?" He flicked his fingers in and out, exhaling hot breath onto the pink flower-like opening. "Oh—right, Madam is correcting you, it's the flow of lustful fluid—"
Him! Jing Shu's body trembled with shame and anger, her eyes tightly closed, as if she could feel the sensations he brought her if she didn't look at him.
"So cute..." Bai Yue didn't know if he was referring to the little opening in front of him or the trembling person. Hadn't Hong Li already been with her many times? Why was she still so shy? "Doesn't Hong Li ever say these things to Madam?"
Jing Shu wanted to retort with a harsh "No," but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Because… because Hong Li had clearly said those lewd things, she couldn't lie with such conviction…
Seeing her hesitation and reluctance, Bai Yue naturally guessed seven or eight parts of the story. A strange bitterness welled up in his heart. He told himself it was because this woman, despite her seemingly pure and innocent appearance, was actually a slut who had been taken advantage of and talked about. “It seems our Hong Li did say that,” Bai Yue slowly inserted his fingers, but always kept only one knuckle inside, refusing to give any more. “Has he ever done that?”
Before Jing Shu could ask what he had done, he had already extended his tongue, tracing the slit from the base all the way to her clitoris, making a slurping sound as he licked. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Jing Shu's face, not wanting to miss a single change in her expression.
"Ah—" Jing Shu was shocked and ashamed, but mostly felt a tingling, numb sensation . He...he was actually licking her there! "No...
" "Why not?" Bai Yue poked the slowly hardening clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and seeing her tremble again, he said innocently, "Jing Shu is clearly enjoying it."
"...Dirty..." Jing Shu looked at him awkwardly, and seeing him staring at her, her face flushed even more, and she quickly looked away.
Bai Yue froze, processing her single-word sentence, which felt incredibly heavy to him. Dirty...was she...thinking of him? Where did Hong Li find such a treasure...?
"Doesn't Madam know that Bai Yue is raping you?" Bai Yue always spoke without restraint, even about himself. He withdrew his tongue from teasing her clitoris and instead took it into his mouth, gently nibbling with his teeth.
"...Mmm..." Jing Shu didn't know how to answer him. Didn't know? How could she not know? Did she know? What did it matter if she knew...? The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and she was powerless to resist.
"Look at how wet it is," Bai Yue smiled with satisfaction, his tongue scooping up some nectar, smacking his lips as if tasting it, and slowly swallowing it. "Mmm—scented..." Seeing Jing Shu looking at him in disbelief, Bai Yue lowered his head again, his tongue aimed at the small hole, and whispered, "I'll trouble Madam to give me some more." After saying that, his lubricated long tongue replaced his fingers and pierced the shrinking hole—
"Ah—" Jing Shu's sharp moan suddenly rang out.
Dai Yang, standing outside his mother's room, looked up at the upstairs. Just now... he seemed to have heard a woman's voice? She listened carefully again, but there was nothing there. Could she be hallucinating…? Daiyang shrugged indifferently, watching the willow catkins drifting in the wind in the courtyard, utterly bored. When will Young Master come out? What does he want with him…? She can't go into Mother's room without permission… Sigh… She can only wait here… But her legs are so sore…
Upstairs in the room—
“Heh,” Baiyue chuckled, wanting to tease Jingshu, but unable to speak because her tongue was still inside her, she could only express herself through action, flicking her tongue against the still-smelling flesh.
“Mmm… no… stop…” Jingshu straightened her body, her hands flailing wildly above her head, her flushed face a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Hadn't Hongli taught her that saying “no” to a man at times like this only fueled his lust? It seemed… she needed to teach her properly. He parted her taut opening and continued to insert the remaining part of his tongue.
"Mmm—" So swollen...so slippery...The sensation Bai Yue's tongue gave Jing Shu was completely different from Hong Li's penis. Although it wasn't as big or hard as Hong Li's, it was precisely this softness and wetness that brought a more peculiar pleasure.
After his tongue was fully inside her, Bai Yue didn't rush to move. He remained inside her, turning his head to let his tongue swirl inside her vagina. Saliva flowed down his tongue into her body, while the remaining saliva that couldn't go in fell down his lips onto Jing Shu's already reddened labia, covering them and slowly sliding down to the cleft hidden between her buttocks.
"Bai...Bai Yue..." Jing Shu called his name as if pleading for help, her head shaking helplessly, making her already unrestrained black hair even more disheveled. Her legs kicked aimlessly, stopping quickly when they hit something elastic.
"Hmm—" This time it was Bai Yue's turn to moan, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his slender peach blossom eyes instantly filled with mist. Just now, her foot touched his penis… Her foot was soft and delicate; that brief touch was enough to make him swell. He
wanted to go inside… He wanted to forcefully thrust himself into that soft, wet little hole near his mouth, and then thrust quickly and forcefully… Bai Yue shook his head, trying to clear his head. He couldn't believe that he had just been lost in his own fantasies…
His resistance to her was far lower than he had expected, a realization that frustrated Bai Yue. He no longer hesitated, taking her entire flower hole into his mouth and rapidly thrusting his tongue in and out. More and more of her juices flowed out with his movements. Looking at the nectar scattered on the bed, Bai Yue couldn't help but feel regret. He sucked hard, but could only take in a small amount.
The sucking sounds were exceptionally loud, and Jing Shu tried to cover her ears, but her hands couldn't break free from his grasp. She knew she was about to succumb, just like before under Hong Li, about to start moaning and crying out. She didn't want to, she didn't want this…
“Ah—no—” A hoarse sob escaped her lips, and a liquid that was hard to tell if it was tears or sweat slid down her cheeks…
Bai Yue was too weak to think about anything else now. Her vagina was so tight, it made his tongue go numb, and he didn't want to pull out, he just wanted to stay inside her forever. His hands, which had parted her vaginal opening, also began to move, his thumb pressing on her hardened clitoris, pressing and stroking it forcefully. His other hand seemed to consciously move up, grabbing one of her swollen breasts, holding it tightly, making the nipple even more erect.
“Ah ah—” Jing Shu felt like her breast, which he was holding, was about to explode, both painful and swollen, “Let go…” She could no longer struggle, she could only slump there, her hands hanging limply, pleading softly, “Let me go…”
Only then did Bai Yue realize what he had just done. She was too tender, too soft, and he couldn't help but want to ravage her. He loosened his grip on her, but his hand never left her breast. Two fingers pinched her nipple, gently rubbing it soothingly. His tongue, which had been thrusting inside her, slowly withdrew, and he inserted a finger, carefully teasing her slowly retracting vaginal walls.
So wanton! Bai Yue sighed inwardly as he surveyed her body. Just one finger inside felt as tight as if it couldn't hold anything else, yet she could accommodate anything, no matter how thick or large. Her vagina, which had been stretched wide by his tongue, was already shrinking back after only a short while. And the expression on her face… that was the most alluring… her eyes were hazy, her mouth slightly open, both wanton and restrained, embodying everything a man desired. Loud moans and swaying hips were indeed arousing, but this half-hearted, half-awake look was even more irresistible.
"Please…" Jing Shu clung to her fading reason, relentlessly begging him to let her go.
Bai Yue met her gaze, inserted another finger, and watched as the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. He leaned down and licked her red, tender lips, saying seductively, "Don't worry, I'll satisfy you..."
"Mmm—" Before Jing Shu could explain that she didn't mean it that way, he silenced her with a kiss. The tongue that had just been thrusting in her vagina was now rampaging through her mouth, chasing and rubbing against her evasive tongue. "Ugh—" She turned her head away, trying to escape, but he immediately grabbed her chin, rendering her completely immobile.
"So Jing Shu likes things a bit rougher," Bai Yue said, displeased with her evasion. He released her lips and attacked Jing Shu's ear, biting her earlobe hard.
"Mmm—" Jing Shu groaned in pain. It hurt so much... A warm liquid was flowing from there; it must be bleeding...
Bai Yue stared at the slowly flowing red liquid and began to suck on it as if possessed, the blood staining his lips. When he returned to Jing Shu's sight, his scarlet lips startled her. Ignoring the pain in her ear, Jing Shu carefully reminded him, "You're bleeding..." Her delicate eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.
Bai Yue gazed at her intently for a long time, then gently kissed her raised brow, softly asking, "Do you care about me, Jing Shu..." Jing Shu lowered her head, silent, unwilling to answer.
Bai Yue knew the conflict in her heart. Yes... what was he... the one who had violated her...? "Heh," he chuckled softly, dismissing his own ridiculous thought. He pecked at her lips, withdrew his fingers from her body, grasped his penis with one hand, aimed at the entrance, and slowly pushed it in—
"Mmm—" Jing Shu opened her eyes, meeting the pair of peach blossom eyes above her, filled with lust. He entered slowly, allowing her to clearly feel the process of being pierced.
Bai Yue's enormous penis was fully inserted into her small hole, stretching the opening to its widest extent. Her pinkish-white opening barely held his dark penis, leaving only his scrotum pressed tightly against the entrance. The warm, spasming opening contracted and sucked tightly, making Bai Yue feel a sharp, almost painful tightness. Although he knew she would accept him, Bai Yue couldn't help but let out a long, comfortable sigh. She was tighter than he had imagined—
"Jing Shu, wrap your arms around my waist." Before the actual movements, he wanted to teach her how to cooperate.
Jing Shu felt unbearably full, as if her hole was about to burst. She could clearly feel the lines on his penis; those protrusions pressed against her like they were being imprinted on her flesh, and even the slightest movement could affect them.
"Be good, Jing Shu, put your legs on my waist." Bai Yue coaxed gently, showing his most sincere attitude. If it were any other customer, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths… What exactly had Hong Li taught her? Although her inexperience made Bai Yue feel restless, he couldn't help but feel a little pleased.
Seeing that his attitude didn't seem deceitful, Jing Shu tried to lift her thigh. But just that one movement made both of them groan at the same time—
"Ah—"
"Hoo—"
The movement of her thighs triggered her flower hole, which responded by contracting forcefully, so tight that Bai Yue's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Jing Shu looked at Bai Yue, unsure of what to do, while Bai Yue could only give her a wry smile. "It's really not your average tight grip..." Jing Shu knew he was referring to her vagina, and her already flushed cheeks became even hotter, almost steaming.
Bai Yue untied her from the headboard, but didn't let go of her hands. He placed her hands on his neck, one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other gripping her slender waist. He took a breath and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin." Then he thrust rapidly, without warning, without any pause, directly reaching orgasm.
"Ah—ah—" A series of moans escaped Jing Shu's lips as the man thrust into her, each entry nearly tearing her apart, yet each withdrawal leaving her feeling unbearably empty. Her limp body swayed weakly with Bai Yue's thrusts, her arms limply draped around his neck. Each of Bai Yue's impacts brought her a pleasure mixed with pain, and her moans, tinged with agony, were the most stimulating temptation to Bai Yue, making him thrust even harder.
The sounds of "splashing, splashing" echoed in the room, the woman's disordered moans mingling with the man's heavy breathing. Jing Shu's vagina, stimulated by the intense stimulation, continuously released vaginal fluid, splashing onto their joined bodies with each thrust, making the area enveloping Bai Yue's massive penis increasingly wet.
On the bed, a woman lay limply, legs wide open, at his mercy, her flushed face covered in the man's saliva. Strands of her dark hair were stuck to her face by the saliva. Her slightly closed eyes were filled with moisture, glistening like pearls in the dim light of the bed curtains; her small mouth parted slightly, emitting soft moans. The man lay on top of her, his muscles taut, his fair back covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His firm hips were thrusting relentlessly, entering, withdrawing, and entering again, deep and shallow, his thick penis pumping in and out of her. His well-defined fingers left deep imprints on her soft, white skin.

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