Schizophrenia and intellectual disability

The world has collapsed...
The system's voice was flat, announcing the results as before: "Sixteenth mission completion 100%, rating A, gained 100 wish points, total wish points 1500. Mission filtering in progress, please wait..."
Xu Yihan sat on the sofa with her head tilted, waiting for the mission to be acquired. Now that she had withdrawn from the previous world, she was hardly affected. She could now integrate well into each mission, a change that even Xu Yihan herself found somewhat terrifying.
The system, of course, didn't care what she was thinking and quickly selected a new task: "Task acquisition in progress... Task: Short-lived madam. Entering..."
Xu Yihan's lips twitched upon hearing the task name. Before she could even show an "excuse me" expression, a flash of white light appeared, and she had already arrived in the new world. After a brief moment of disorientation, she heard the system say: "Identity: Madam Xu Yihan, Task objective: Survive the short-lived tribulation. Task begins."
Xu Yihan was completely bewildered. After reviewing the original owner's life and wishes, she felt she really needed to have a serious talk with the system... First of all, the structure of this world was a bit outlandish... For example, the tribulation of "Madam Xu Yihan" was that at birth, she had a sign hanging on her foot stating that she was destined for a short life, encountering various strange accidents from childhood until her death. If she could live to the age of thirty, she would be considered to have survived this tribulation, and the sign would update her fate for the rest of the time.
It's truly baffling why a god would be so devoid of divinity, creating humanity, arranging everyone's destiny, and insisting that they know it all. Thinking of this, Xu Yihan silently looked up at the sky—yes, there really is a god in this world! Moreover, the god who created humans would occasionally descend to earth with a wicked sense of humor to see how they were doing. If they were doing too well, the god might be unhappy and capriciously change something on their sign; he wouldn't be satisfied unless he made them cry.
There's a premise in this world where the rule is no rule at all; everything is done according to the will of the gods. Therefore, the cultural environment, intellectual climate, and so on are all very unique and unpredictable. For example, in the last twenty years, the ratio of human sexual orientation has been about 50/50… meaning roughly half the population is homosexual—supposedly because the gods became obsessed with BL (Boys' Love) novels… The original owner was tortured by the gods from a young age, almost dying at birth… unable to cry after birth, and had her buttocks nearly bruised from being beaten by her wet nurse… drowned in a mountain at three, encountered a mudslide in the desert at five, was almost kidnapped at the gates of the imperial city at six, contracted smallpox at ten, and was nearly cleaved in two by a kitchen knife thrown out of a window by an arguing couple while standing on the street at thirteen… In short, accidents always happen, and even when there are no accidents, accidents are created for you. No matter how bizarre, each time you manage to get yourself into trouble with the King of Hell.
The original owner, accustomed to being tormented by the gods, lived to the age of twenty-three, becoming the madam of Jinyan Pavilion, the largest brothel in the capital. Then one day, she suddenly choked to death, unable to even fart…
Xu Yihan's expression right now could be summed up in four words—"Damn, an idiot."
Having grown up with constant accidents and near-death experiences, the original owner had a vivid imagination, envisioning all sorts of bizarre ways to die. She thought her death would become a legendary tale in the capital, a dignified, noble, glorious, and immortal death. But she never expected to die so pathetically! The original owner was unwilling to accept this, so she made a vow to break free from her fate and challenge the authority of the gods!
... Damn it, idiot...
Xu Yihan barely managed to stop the twitching at the corner of her mouth. She mentally summoned the system and asked, "That idiot god should know everything about this world, so does he know I'm here to do a mission ?" Before the system could speak, a black screen suddenly materialized in her mind, and countless comments began scrolling across it . The content was like this: " Red red fire fire ha ... Xu Yihan's furrowed brows twitched violently as she turned her attention back to the real world before her. She was currently leaning against the railing on the third floor of Jinyan Pavilion, overlooking the entire brothel. The buildings were ornately decorated, adorned with gold and jade, with white jade steps, stained-glass windows, and the air thick with the fragrance of sandalwood. Thin curtains made of brocade fluttered in the breeze. The women were all alluring, adorned with gold and silver, and using the finest cosmetics. The male prostitutes were all unique, some handsome and dashing, some robust and rugged, some more alluring than the women, their long, slender white fingers delicately curled… In short, the place was bustling with activity, a vibrant scene of comings and goings. Xu Yihan was inwardly thinking, "Damn, I'm so rich!" when suddenly, the high-end, luxurious mahogany railing inexplicably loosened, giving her no chance to react. Her slender body plummeted from the third floor to the ground. "Aaaaaah, you damn god!" As Xu Yihan lay dying, her verbal outburst reached its peak, a piercing scream that drew the attention of all the prostitutes and guests in the brothel. A series of short gasps erupted, merging into a clamor. In the blink of an eye, Xu Yihan's head slammed downwards, her eyes fixed on the hard stone steps drawing ever closer. In that instant, a man dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe, a white jade belt cinching his waist, appeared directly below, raising his pale face, his pupils widening… "Aaaaaah!" This was Xu Yihan's scream. "Waaaaaahhhhh!" This was the man, his legs rooted to the spot in intense terror, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Bang!!!" The world spun, stars flashed before Xu Yihan's eyes, and he felt like his body had fallen apart. When he finally managed to regain his senses and piece together his human consciousness, he realized he was crashing into a man's arms. The "delicate" pretty boy had been knocked to the ground, his buttocks feeling like they were shattered. His fair and handsome face was more beautiful than a woman's, his soft eyes filled with confusion, and two bright red streams trickled from his nose, the warm, sticky feeling making him uncomfortable. He touched them in a daze, finding streaks of blood on his flawless white hands. Xu Yihan's ears instantly erupted with another scream: "Ahhhhhh! Blood!" Then he watched helplessly as the pretty boy's eyes rolled back in a daze, and he fainted... (The following is a separate section): The Second Chapter: Your Excellency, Your Way of Spending Money is Very Manly! When the pretty boy woke up in bed like a heroine in an idol drama, Xu Yihan was sitting beside him, propping her head up and staring blankly. During the earlier chaos, someone had revealed his identity. He was Jingyan, the emperor's beloved brother, bestowed the title of Lord Xiaoling. Xiaoling was not far from the capital, a wealthy and prosperous place, so although Jingyan was uneducated, he had lived a carefree life under such favor and protection. Born into nobility, he had been successfully raised as a submissive under the pampering of his parents and brothers, and two years ago he was betrothed to Marquis Guanshan. Lord Xiaoling had been voted "Most Beautiful Submissive" for five consecutive years, and Marquis Guanshan was a decorated and valiant warrior; the two seemed quite well-matched. Xu Yihan's eyebrows twitched several times upon hearing this. There were few nobles in the capital she didn't recognize; this pretty boy was quite innocent, having never even frequented a brothel. Even if he's the bottom, many of them come here to find a muscular man to try something new, so it seems he's quite loyal to Lord Guanshan.

This man was of noble birth, and to have his nose bleed from being hit by such a human cannonball like her made Xu Yihan a little worried that her already absurd life would completely collapse. You see, even a single jade clasp on his person was a priceless treasure! Not to mention the man himself… “Where is this…” Jing Yan sat up groggily, looking around before his bewildered gaze finally settled on Xu Yihan.
Xu Yihan walked to the bedside, observing his expression while offering words of comfort: “Cough cough, this is Jinyan Pavilion. I accidentally bumped into you. How are you now? Are you dizzy? Does your nose hurt? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Jinyan Pavilion…” The handsome man looked bewildered, a sight that evoked pity in Xu Yihan. Then, unexpectedly, a large mist quickly gathered in his shimmering eyes, the mist turning into dewdrops, and the watery tears seemed capable of melting everything, falling silently down his cheeks.
"Your Majesty, please don't cry so easily..." Xu Yihan asked in alarm, "What's wrong with you?"
"My heart aches, waaaaah..." Jingyan cried, tears streaming down his face, "He, he, he disliked me, said I was effeminate, said I wasn't a man, how am I not a man?"
"..." Xu Yihan stared at him wide-eyed, he wasn't like a man at all... Jingyan cried while taking out his precious handkerchief to wipe away his tears. Even when such a beauty cried, he still maintained his elegance. Xu Yihan was truly amazed.
After listening for a while, Xu Yihan couldn't help but feel sorry for this "little princess" who had been pampered since childhood. She couldn't help but reach out and pat his back, comforting him, "You and the Marquis had a fight, why didn't he give in to you at all?"
"He doesn't care about me at all, and he speaks so fiercely. I feel so wronged, sob sob sob..." Jingyan choked up, "He also said that I'm always clinging to him. He's my fiancé, who else would I cling to if not him, right?"
"Right, right, right." Xu Yihan was quite indignant. Once a woman's gossip spirit is ignited, the fire of justice cannot be extinguished. After listening to Jingyan talk about many of his innermost thoughts and palace secrets, she realized that this handsome young man in front of her was probably the most unpretentious and unpretentious bottom in the palace. He was simple and innocent, and he had only survived to this day because of the protagonist's halo.
Jingyan had been complaining for a long time, his mouth dry and his eyes red. After venting his negative energy, his emotions gradually returned to normal
. He looked up at Xu Yihan and said with concern, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you so many unhappy things. By the way, how did you fall from the building?" Xu Yihan rolled her eyes: "Because God is crazy."
Jingyan looked at her with clear eyes. Seeing his confusion, Xu Yihan flipped over the tag tied to his waist, intending to give an example, but found that the predetermined fate on it was: the little cutie's bad luck is distributed to other people. (^o^) "..."
Why is there such a big difference between people's fates
? Why are there emoticons?!
When the idiot assigned Jingyan's fate, was he in too much of a good mood after just having an orgasm?
Xu Yihan sighed. Forget it, it's too much to try to explain to such a pampered little princess that God is crazy.
Seeing that she had no intention of explaining further, Jingyan changed the subject, saying, "Anyway, it's good that you're alright. Do you know the madam here? I need to speak with her."
Xu Yihan proudly waved her hand, "I am, go ahead."
After his initial surprise, Jingyan took off a jade pendant from his robes and handed it to her, sincerely saying, "Did my nosebleed stain your things? Use this to make up for your loss..."
Xu Yihan took it and her eyes lit up with excitement. She grinned from ear to ear. It was a national treasure-level jade pendant! Both the material and the craftsmanship were beyond the reach of ordinary people. This young lady was really generous! Xu Yihan wished she could throw herself at him every day; it was so much better than the girls in the brothel selling themselves.
Xu Yihan was enjoying herself when Jingyan's eyes flashed with shyness. He suddenly became awkward, his fingers twirling and twisting his handkerchief, unable to utter a word for a long time. Xu Yihan was practically constipated just watching him… “Your Excellency, if you have something to say, just give the order. Please don’t use your hands…”
Jingyan puffed out his cheeks and angrily got to the point: “Hmph, didn’t the Marquis say something about my mother? I want to prove that I’m a man. You… you bring over your best girls and male prostitutes!”
Business was in the air, and Xu Yihan’s eyes lit up. She enthusiastically said, “We don’t have the best here, only the most… ” "Suitable. Your Majesty, what kind of gentle and considerate girl or male prostitute do you desire?"
Jingyan frowned and shook his head: "That doesn't reflect my masculinity."
Xu Yihan, with utmost professionalism, pulled out a catalog of courtesans and male prostitutes from Jinyan Pavilion: "That makes sense. Our top male prostitute here is the bold and rugged type, allowing you to enjoy the thrill of conquering a burly man! Heroic and domineering, especially masculine! The key is that he can be either top or bottom, very suitable for you, super contrasting, with a 100% approval rating! Come, come, take a look at the portrait, handsome and majestic, hot body, overflowing hormones, thick body hair..."
"Oh dear, take it away quickly, I have trypophobia, I get dizzy from hair..."
"..." Xu Yihan quickly flipped to the next page, "Then this one, this one is also good, the top courtesan, full of heroic spirit, hairless, skilled in special SM training, allowing you to enjoy the pleasure of being enslaved while being the master, 100% positive reviews, 89% fracture rate..."
Jing Yan looked at her mournfully: "No, I'm so scared."
Xu Yihan thought that a pure weakling who even faints from nosebleeds shouldn't be too violent, too much of a good thing, moderation is better, so she nodded, flipped to another page, and enthusiastically recommended it again: "This one~ is simply tailor-made for Your Majesty, gentle and refined, eighteen-pack abs but..." He has no body hair! He can compose poems and play the erhu, and he can moan continuously for 18 hours straight, his voice reaching nine octaves... Don't worry about that, anyway, he's exceptionally good in bed, has an incredibly strong sex drive, and is extremely passionate. Conquer him, and you'll be the number one man in the world! 100% positive reviews, 1000% sperm absorption rate, a total of 287 customers have died from exhaustion on him!
Jing Yan's pretty little eyebrows trembled, and he subconsciously covered his lower body, saying in fear, "I...I...maybe my reserves aren't enough..."
Xu Yihan finished flipping through the entire booklet, and then had people bring out the second and third grade booklets. None of the boys were to Jingyan's liking. Finally, he sighed deeply, resignedly leaning against the headboard, his face drooping, eyes red, and he was sniffling, almost crying again: "Fine, maybe I'm just not manly enough. No wonder he doesn't want me anymore, boohoo..."
Seeing the fat duck about to escape, Xu Yihan's eyes reddened with anxiety. She shifted her buttocks a few times, suddenly threw down the booklet, and revealed a fawning smile. She swayed her waist and moved closer to him, striking a seductive pose and throwing flirtatious glances, saying shyly, "Your Excellency, what do you think of me?"
(The following is a separate section:)
The smile was so fawning that Jingyan shrank back on the bed, his whole body arching... The group, his large, bright eyes flashing with a hint of awe and fear: "You... what kind of person are you?"
Xu Yihan approached step by step, her eyes fixed on him, her superior posture giving her a domineering CEO aura. Her rosy lips parted and opened, and she said enthusiastically: "Let me introduce my specialty to you, which is to focus on a strategic perspective and bring clients a spiritual enjoyment that transcends the physical."
Jing Yan shook his head, as if it were filled with water, making gurgling sounds with every shake. He pouted, and a trace of grievance surfaced in his eyes: "What... what does this mean? Am I too uneducated?"
"These are technical terms, it's normal that you don't know them." Xu Yihan plopped down next to him, abandoning her imposing aura and transforming into a friendly and gentle girl next door. She said, "Your Excellency, you want to prove you're a man, isn't that just to attract Marquis Guanshan's attention? Isn't that just to firmly grasp his heart?" Her
inflammatory words, coupled with a gesture of making a fist in the air, successfully hit Jingyan's sore spot. He nodded repeatedly, "Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!"
“You can’t just show off your manly side in a brothel!” Xu Yihan chuckled mischievously. “To win a man’s heart, you have to win his lower body! My special service offers exclusive, top-secret, all-around instruction to help you master the art of stealing hearts and solve your problems at their root!”
Jing Yan looked at her with a hint of reverence: “Sister, you’re absolutely right. I’m so ignorant.” He then firmly grasped her hand—yes, this man’s hand was even softer than hers—and gave her an irresistibly cute and adorable look: “You’re the one!”
Xu Yihan beamed with joy, her hand caressing his chest intimately. Before Jing Yan could even process what was happening, he was pushed onto the bed.
A unique, warm fragrance emanated from the woman as she pressed down on him, tingling and tickling his heart. Jing Yan stared at her, his forehead already beaded with sweat. Xu Yihan gently wiped his sweat and smiled, "Your Excellency, I'll demonstrate for you now. Don't get distracted; this course is very expensive." She then removed the golden crown from Jingyan's head, letting his cascading black hair fall onto the bed, each strand exuding a captivating allure. Xu Yihan sighed inwardly, thinking, "This devilishly handsome man was born into the wrong family. He's more beautiful than a woman, yet he has to rely on his status for a living."
Jingyan's beautiful double eyelids fluttered rapidly, his long eyelashes like two small brushes. When he opened his eyes, they revealed two bright, black pupils like glass. The slight tremor in his eyes naturally revealed his nervousness, making him appear endearing.
Xu Yihan, quite unceremoniously, began to flirt with him, her fingers first caressing his smooth, silky skin. The silky touch made her blurt out, "Your Excellency, what skincare products do you use?"
"Special tribute from Baili Fang. Do you want some too? I'm a high-level diamond member, you know. I can get double the limited-edition products. I'll introduce you to Baili later..."
Xu Yihan's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay! Uh... we'll talk about that after class..."
Her fingers traced across his smooth skin, and their previous lighthearted conversation instantly shattered the ambiguous atmosphere that Xu Yihan had deliberately created. Jing Yan's face radiated the unique glow and mysterious confidence that gay friends have when discussing skincare products.
Xu Yihan held her breath, her fingers tracing inch by inch across his bright forehead, delicate eyebrows, exquisite nose, and sensual lips. Then, she moved to his right ear, gently pinching and caressing its contours. Jingyan gradually held his breath. Xu Yihan gazed at him affectionately, touching the gemstone earring on his ear, and couldn't help but ask, "It's so cool, it feels so comfortable! Your Majesty, where did you buy it?"
Jingyan's eyes lit up, and he eagerly introduced, "It's a tribute from Dongsheng Kingdom; it's just that refreshingly cool. This isn't even the best. The Crown Prince has an excellent pair, which he wears year-round to beat the summer heat. I really want one too, waah! My brother said he'll ask Dongsheng Kingdom for some more this year… These can't be bought outside. Do you want some? I have thirty or forty pairs at home, they're very beautiful~~ I'll invite you to my house to choose one another day~"
"Okay, okay, let's go now! Uh... oh, we'll talk about that after class..."
Their eyes met, sparkling, and they could see through each other's brilliance the joy of finding a kindred spirit. Jingyan barely suppressed his excitement, still lying obediently, looking completely submissive: "Oh, okay."
For the next half hour, the room was filled with charming voices, heartfelt exclamations of joy, and barely suppressed emotional praise. A subtle feeling spread throughout their bodies with their movements... "Your Majesty, your necklace is so unique! Oh... ah! It's the work of the Mi family. Didn't they withdraw from the market?"
"It was a gift from the Emperor... It was plundered from Nanming. You can't find it on the market anymore... You think so too? Oh, I really love it so much~ *sobs* I'm so happy that there are discerning people among the common folk!" "
This bracelet..."
"Let me tell you, the best place for forbidden shoes is the Liu family~ Don't buy from the Sima family, they don't provide proper after-sales service~"
"Your Majesty, you have such good taste! I've collected the entire anklet collection from that brand! Look at me, I've worked so hard selling myself, all to collect the noble jewelry from the Biluo family. It's so heartbreaking to think about it."
"The lives of ordinary people are so hard. I'll go tell my brother to stop collecting taxes from brothels. The girls should be pampered, adorned with jewels and rouge, and treated with the finest food and clothing."
"Speaking of rouge, Your Majesty, have you collected all the shades from the Xiaoji family yet?"
...
The two lay side by side on the bed, chatting animatedly. Jingyan would occasionally remove his own jewelry, and Xu Yihan would show him her collection, as if they were kindred spirits who had known each other for a long time. From skincare and jewelry to palace gossip and street rumors, from lying in bed to sitting at the table cracking melon seeds and drinking tea, until a certain moment when the sun was setting, Xu Yihan suddenly stopped in her enthusiastic discussion, looking at Jingyan with extremely serious eyes, and said, "Hey, Your Majesty, what were we originally going to do?"
"..." Jingyan looked silly and thought for a long time, then blinked: "Be a man."
"Although I sincerely think that you just need to quietly be a beautiful bottom..."
A shy look flashed in Jingyan's beautiful eyes: "Even the most beautiful bottom still needs to please men."
"That's true..." Xu Yihan stroked her chin and hesitated, "After the failed teaching this afternoon, I have summarized the experience and thought of a new method. Let's put it into practice right away."
The boss in Jiangnan ran away, the NP novel was ruined and completely turned into pure smut. We have no salary and no income, only a fat piece of pork belly, squeezing her blood twice a day, desperately writing quick transmigration novels. Take a look, buy it early and read it early. A story is finished in an average of ten days with double updates. No need to wait or nurture it. It's so juicy...↑ Just kidding.
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In the blink of an eye, Jing Yan was stripped naked.
His whole body was as white as jade, like a freshly peeled egg, smooth as silk, so tender that you could squeeze water out of it. With a slender waist and long legs, perfectly proportioned, and without an ounce of excess fat, she was clearly sculpted by the Creator. The thing between her legs was a fleshy pink, limp and drooping, with two large pink sacs hanging from the base of its slender shaft, sparsely haired, possessing a strangely alluring beauty.
Xu Yihan couldn't help but stare intently at it with burning eyes. Though still limp, its size was undeniable, especially its length… Jing Yan snapped out of his daze, letting out a startled "Ah!" and quickly clutching his chest. Then, perhaps realizing his breasts were less impressive than his penis, he cried out again, covering his private parts with his slender, white fingers, the beautiful knuckles making Xu Yihan's gaze even more blatant.
"What are you doing, sob sob, don't be so rough..." Jing Yan's ears turned red, his face flushed with affection, his eyes darting around in a flustered shyness, his teeth biting his lower lip, looking like a submissive submissive.
Xu Yihan chuckled lewdly as she approached. With each step she took, Jing Yan shrank back a little, until he had nowhere left to retreat. He was trembling against the wall, his watery eyes filled with mist, his eyelashes fluttering. His innocent, helpless appearance made him look like a cat, so alluring that Xu Yihan almost wanted to commit a crime.
"Your Excellency, I've thought about it. Traditional theoretical teaching methods aren't very suitable for you. Let's practice first, and then summarize later." Xu Yihan said, placing one hand on the back of his hand, rubbing it for a moment, feeling his clasped hands tremble slightly, and even feeling them warm from her touch. Xu Yihan didn't give him time to react, forcefully squeezing her hand under his palm and suddenly grabbing his timid little bird.
"Ahhh... Waaah, no, no, I can't... Waaah..." Jingyan's voice trembled with tears, his small hands weak, unable to resist Xu Yihan's devilish claws gripping his manhood, rubbing and kneading it in his palm. A strange sensation slowly spread through his body, a tingling sensation shooting up from his tailbone, and a fire involuntarily rose in his lower abdomen.
Holding the smooth and adorable jade stem, Xu Yihan moved closer to his face, saying, "Shh—Your Excellency, look at yourself like this, no wonder the Marquis thinks you're not manly enough. Don't think nonsense, learn from this, and I guarantee the Marquis won't be able to get out of your bed."
Jingyan's lips trembled slightly, and he gasped weakly, "But, but..."
"No buts! If you're a man, talk less!" Xu Yihan punished him by pinching his penis, causing Jingyan to gasp with a tremor, his heart pounding, his blood surging, and his manhood gradually swelling in Xu Yihan's hand. He was filled with shame and guilt, but he was completely under her control and dared not move easily. He could only moan and gasp, his body becoming increasingly weak and numb.
Xu Yihan chuckled lewdly, her fingertips roaming over the shaft, caressing its undulations inch by inch, rubbing and kneading the folds, and repeatedly kneading and stroking the cleft. Then, to Jingyan's horrified gaze, she knelt between his legs, released her grip, and took the jade pillar into her mouth. Her warm, moist mouth enveloped the extremely sensitive glans, greatly stimulating Jingyan. His cries of "Ah ah~ ah" were trembling, sounding incredibly ecstatic.
His genitals not only had no odor, but also a faint, pleasant fragrance. Because it wasn't fully erect, it could still fit most of it in her mouth. Xu Yihan held the tip, her nimble tongue entwining within the crevices, stimulating the glans back and forth, occasionally swallowing and releasing the upper half. Her hand grasped the lower half, manipulating it slightly, while her other hand played with one of his testicles, rubbing and pressing it.
Jingyan had never experienced such stimulation before, yet it felt a hundred times more pleasurable than if he had used his own hands. His penis had already honestly swollen to its limit, quickly forming a large mass in the woman's mouth, making her lips ache. It thrust hard into her throat, its body driven by instinctive desire, relentlessly pushing inward. The changes in his body left Jingyan at a loss. Like a fish thrown ashore, he gasped for breath, his breathing hot and rapid. His face flushed, and his eyes gradually became hazy, with a misty fog covering his face, revealing his fear.
"Mmm...no, ah..." The soft, sweet resistance sounded like a coy invitation, and to Xu Yihan's ears, it instantly made her realize why men are said to be driven by their lower bodies. Damn, this delicate and shy appearance even made her feel an urge to ravage him, as if she were raping him... The erect penis was licked and sucked in the woman's mouth, trembling slightly. With the swallowing and spitting becoming faster and faster, Jingyan let out low moans, his anxious breathing becoming increasingly out of control. His hands helplessly gripped the corner of the brocade quilt, his fair chest with its delicate texture rose and fell, his two red nipples hard as pebbles, and his abdomen like a volcano, which was soon being played with to the point of eruption.
"Mmm, mmm... ah~" The man's suppressed soft moans were slightly hoarse. His originally clear, youthful voice was now scalded by the burning desire, giving it a hot and intense flavor. Xu Yihan couldn't help but speed up his thrusting. The saliva on the shaft moistened the high-speed friction, and there were occasional smacking sounds. The bed was filled with a lewd atmosphere.
Jingyan's back gradually arched and tightened. He placed his hands in Xu Yihan's hair, holding her head and gradually applying pressure. His knuckles curled up, revealing a white hue. He was completely engulfed in the abyss of desire, his heartstrings stretched to the limit. With a change in his breathing, scalding magma erupted from the crater. He trembled violently, a sigh bursting from his red lips and white teeth. His slender body shook, and a thick, scalding liquid shot out from the tip of his penis. With great force, it choked Xu Yihan and quickly filled her mouth. The milky white liquid, with a faint fishy smell, flowed down the corner of her mouth.
"Ah..." Jingyan's eyes focused helplessly on a point in the void. After a brief moment of confusion, he remained in a long, unfocused state. He breathed unconsciously, his mouth agape. The intense pleasure that had erupted earlier had overwhelmed his entire being. The lingering aftertaste of that wonderful sensation permeated every part of his body, his indescribable enjoyment giving him a feeling of openness and clarity. He felt as if he were floating on clouds, unconsciously intoxicated.
Xu Yihan wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked at the submissive's dazed and limp appearance, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. Looking down at his penis, which had just been satisfied, it remained semi-erect, raised at a 45-degree angle, as thick as a baby's forearm, yet still slender. Such a good endowment was being used by a submissive; what a waste.
What's it like to be overpowered by a weakling in a schizophrenic drama (Part 5)?
Why is it different from what I imagined? Jingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He saw Xu Yihan sitting on him, her clothes off. Her two snow-white arms were wrapped around his neck, her rounded shoulders smooth as silk, her delicate collarbones symmetrical, and below them were her beautifully shaped, full breasts, with two plump red nipples at the top. Their trembling appearance was extremely endearing. Further down was her slender waist, so delicate it seemed impossible to grasp.
He still had a trace of bewilderment on his face, along with shyness. His lips moved, but he dared not look down any further.
Xu Yihan stretched out her jade finger and lifted his chin, smiling sweetly, "Is Your Majesty afraid?" Her eyes sparkled with a hint of teasing.
Jingyan, his eyes brimming with tears, looked pitiful. He pursed his lips, and his erection rose even higher, hard as an iron rod, pressing against her lower body. Clear fluid seeped from the tip, and veins bulged on the shaft, displaying its wild power.
Xu Yihan's fingers traced his face, igniting flames. Her hand seemed to possess some kind of magic, sending shivers and tingling sensations wherever it touched. Jingyan's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts racing, swept away by the subtle sensation. He stood there stunned for a moment, then his hand reached for his penis, wanting to soothe his desperately thirsty body.
Xu Yihan pressed down on the back of his hand, stopping him. She then gave him a practical demonstration: "Once you've aroused a man, you should serve him well~ With the Marquis, you have to be proactive, like this..." Then, she demonstrated by lifting her buttocks, holding the thick jade stem in place with one hand, and lowering her waist to meet it.
The large, goose-egg-sized glans forced its way through the cleft between the labia, and the already overflowing lower body met the thick, hard rod. The heat of the jade stem caused the lustful fluid to overflow even more. They rubbed and slid together, finding the perfect opening, grinding and thrusting into the tender flesh of the orifice. With great difficulty, half of the glans was inserted. Xu Yihan bit her lower lip, one hand on Jingyan's shoulder, and slowly sat down. The forcibly opened passage swallowed the thick penis inch by inch. As the sharp blade penetrated deep inside, the tearing pain spread little by little. The jade stem was almost broken by the tight grip. Jingyan's eyes were red, and a few hoarse moans rolled from his throat.
"Hmm... Ah..." Xu Yihan frowned, her small mouth slightly open, letting out intermittent soft sighs. That thing was far larger than she had imagined, hard and thick. When it entered her vagina, it ground against the tender flesh of the vaginal walls, almost scraping it into small pieces, stretching the skin and deforming it. It squeezed out a large amount of lustful fluid in the passage, which dripped wetly down the shaft, onto the scrotum, and then slid down.
The shaft was mostly wrapped by the wet and tight vagina, and Jingyan's body was already trembling slightly. The soul-stirring pleasure was indescribable, and the pleasure rising in his spine was unprecedented, enough to drive him crazy.
"Ah... Ah, um... Ha... So hot..." Jingyan's eyes were fixed on the woman's lower abdomen, at the point of their union. His erect penis penetrated deeper into the woman's body, and a large amount of lustful fluid seeped out, the sticky base of the jade shaft glistening with a lustful sheen.
The throbbing member was scalding hot, its blood boiling, the bulging veins appearing even more ferocious and domineering, like a sharp sword piercing into the woman's supple and receptive body, filling the passage completely, leaving no gaps. With most of it inside, Xu Yihan's eyes were already misty, her overwhelming senses responding with a multitude of sensations: a tingling, numb, and satisfying sensation, yet also a slight stinging and a strange feeling of being violated. Her body felt as if it were being burned and melted in an oven, her entire being limp and powerless to support herself. Her buttocks sank downwards, and the massive python thrust in hard, penetrating to the very root, pounding into her flower core. Xu Yihan trembled all over, letting out a soft, plaintive moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain, stimulation tinged with a hint of loss of control, her seductive voice trembling, utterly alluring.
Jingyan felt a tingling sensation all over his body from being squeezed so tightly. The huge object buried deep inside his hole suddenly burst out with powerful force. Before Xu Yihan could help him move, the man was already like a madman, thrusting upwards with his hips. The hard object began to move in and out of his hole in small movements, stirring up the overflowing lustful fluids. Xu Yihan's emptiness, which had just been satisfied, was immediately stirred up. The layers of tender flesh folded and adhered to the penis, stretched and deformed, flattened and rolled, scraping her whole body until she trembled and felt numb all over.
The jade orifice was indescribably wonderful. The passageway undulated back and forth like waves, and the tender flesh protruding from the walls was densely packed, like serrated edges, scraping against the shaft, rubbing and colliding with each other, stimulating the gaps between the glans and the edges. That extremely sensitive spot was filled with tender flesh, sticky and wet, closely adhering to it, so comfortable that one wanted to howl like a wolf. How could one not be eager to thrust in and out?
Jingyan was somewhat frenzied. He supported himself with his hands behind his back and began to thrust and pound with increasing force, making the woman's buttocks rise. The range of his penis going in and out increased, violently thrusting left and right in the jade orifice, poking at the tender flesh of the walls, pounding deep into the flower core, making the lustful fluid gush out. Large amounts of lustful fluid were squeezed out and foamed, winding down the shaft to the scrotum, making a crisp "slap slap" sound with the thrusting of the body.
"Ah... um~~~ Ahhh! Your Majesty, too fast... ugh~!" Xu Yihan hadn't expected him to be so valiant with just one penetration. In an instant, his masculinity surged, and the speed of his thrusts was beyond imagination, causing a mound to bulge on Xu Yihan's lower abdomen, almost tearing her belly apart. Her body swayed uncontrollably like autumn leaves in a whirlwind, her two snowy breasts almost slapping together with a loud cracking sound. The hard, red, and alluring nipples, just like her body, became increasingly tense, her soul almost leaving her body as that phallus penetrated her. She felt a constant sense of panic, as if her internal organs were collapsing and her bones were about to fall apart, and she kept moaning softly.
The woman could only lean back, supporting herself with her hands, exposing her jade orifice to him, letting that great thing thrust and pound relentlessly.
"Mmm... Ah~~" Xu Yihan moaned incessantly, her body going limp from the intense, fierce thrusts. An electric shock-like sensation coursed through her, an intense pleasure coursing through her. The enormous penis inside her was so large it filled every void in the passage, its length extraordinary. It was completely submerged, giving Xu Yihan the illusion that her entire body was being pierced. The penis penetrated so deeply, it seemed to want to shove it out of her throat. Even just its deep burrow inside was enough to arouse her. Moreover, Jing Yan's face was flushed, his slender frame and delicate flesh trembling with each reckless thrust. As the pounding began, his slender waist and round buttocks supported a huge cock, easily pounding it to the cervix. He thrust and pounded wildly several times, then plunged it into the flower pot, fucking Xu Yihan until her cries changed tone, whimpering and trembling incessantly: "Eee~~ Ahhh~~~ You're breaking it, slow down, ahhh... It's going to pierce through, waahh..."
Split-minded and mentally challenged god (six) Xiao Lingjun, it's such a pity you're the bottom...
High H Jingyan didn't even have time to catch his breath, he just kept pounding that flesh hole tirelessly, fucking it until honeyed fluid flowed everywhere, fucking Xu Yihan until the knuckles of her fingers gripping the bed sheet turned white, the brocade was torn into two folds, almost torn to shreds.
Both of them had thin sweat dripping from their foreheads, the sweat beads sliding down their cheeks to the tips of their chins, hitting their sweaty bodies, their ice-cold skin and jade bones were cool, yet their flesh overflowed with heat, water and fire intertwined, it was hard to tell whether it was enjoyment or torment.
The massive blade pounded into her wet, squelching orifice, the tender flesh clinging to the shaft and turning inside out. Xu Yihan moaned and whimpered, her legs trembling, her arms weak, her lower abdomen burning with a tingling, numbing sensation. Deep within her body, it felt like molten lava was overflowing, scalding hot, searing her bones. Even her thoughts turned into a pool of sticky liquid, flowing and shattering within her.
She had been thinking about how to seduce and tease this unromantic little sissy, flirting with his slender frame and magnificent member. Unexpectedly, Jing Yan seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac, instantly transforming into a high-frequency thrusting cannon, pounding her until her body was numb and her soul was detached. Even hearing her own moans and whimpers, she blushed with shame at the seductive sounds they uttered. This contrast filled Xu Yihan with both surprise and shame. Before her eyes lay Jing Yan's fair skin and jade-like bones, even more exquisite than hers, and a face more beautiful than Daji's, a bewitching beauty. His lower body moved with a wild, domineering, and untamed force, driving her to ecstasy, making her wish she could be fucked to death.
"Mmm...hmm...ah..." Xu Yihan's arms were so weak she could barely support herself, her soft moans growing longer and trembling. Jing Yan gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out, appearing weak and desperate, thrusting so hard he didn't even have time to moan, veins throbbing on his forehead. Seeing Xu Yihan becoming increasingly limp on his lap, making penetration more difficult, he slowed his movements slightly, sitting up and kneeling on the bed, pulling Xu Yihan into his arms. His hands cupped her soft buttocks, his slender fingers sinking deep into her elastic flesh, leaving ten finger marks. The woman knelt beside him with her legs spread apart. When she could no longer support herself, Jingyan could hold her up. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on his chest, leaving her jade orifice wide open as the giant dragon thrust and penetrated her.
As they drew closer, they could smell each other's fragrance—the woman's soft, sweet scent intertwined with the gentle, masculine energy. Jingyan was acutely aware of this, his lower body throbbing, his breathing heavy. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit Xu Yihan's shoulder hard. The pain caused Xu Yihan to moan like waves, becoming even more wanton. She pinched his flesh fiercely, which only fueled Jingyan's wildness. His hips moved so wildly that they were almost invisible, only the blurry outline of a jade pillar moving in and out could be seen. The woman was thrown back by the impact, but he intercepted her with his hand and pulled her back, causing her to crash into his wildly thrusting jade stem again, "plop plop" as his lustful fluids splattered.
Her alluring orifice contracted incessantly, gripping his penis and stroking it back and forth. Her tender flesh wrapped around and sucked on the glans, just like when it was licked and sucked by his little mouth. The pleasure sent shivers down Jingyan's spine, and his beautiful eyes rippled with waves of pleasure as he gasped and sighed, "Ah~~ so good, mmm... it's going to break... uh..."
"Ooh... be gentle... gentle... ahh, ah... you're ruining it, oh~ ooh... my little hole is being ruined..." Xu Yihan moaned intermittently, her hands plunging into his thick, long hair, desperately seeking a foothold to share the surging waves.
"I...I can't help it...ah..." Jingyan's eyes were glazed over, his mind reeling as he moved instinctively, his hips throbbing like a motor, his penis pounding and squelching, his testicles slapping with a crisp sound, mingling with the thick scent of lust, swirling around their noses and ears, enveloping them both, unable to escape the surging net of desire.
"Your Majesty, you...you're too manly...ah~~~ah ah!" Xu Yihan's eyes rolled back as she was being fucked, whether out of anger or resentment, her body trembling more and more, whimpering, on the verge of climax.
Jingyan was extremely sensitive to the tightening sensation inside her, his massive penis already almost broken by the grip, tightening even more, sucking at his soul, making his three souls and seven spirits restless, yet the strength of his waist seemed inexhaustible, exploding to its extreme in one go.
"Ah~~ah~you're ruining me, waaaah...it's inside my uterus...uh...I'm going to die..." the woman cried out, her face contorted in agony, her body trembling and convulsing, clinging even tighter to the man. Jing Yan was pressed tightly against that soft, fragrant body, almost becoming one with it. His beautiful eyes were red, his hands cupping her soft, jade-like buttocks, his massive member thrusting and pounding wildly, a sexy moan and sigh escaping his throat, full of masculine virility and dominance, yet also carrying a hint of allure. Xu Yihan blushed even more, letting out a gasp as she was brought to her peak!
Her pupils trembled and shrunk within their sockets, tears welling up and rolling down her cheeks involuntarily. Her breasts pressed against the man's chest, spreading open under his weight. Her lower abdomen convulsed, her jade orifice spasmed, and a stream of clear semen gushed out, washing over the erect jade pillar. The thick, massive rod blocked her from escaping, and with each thrust, a wanton, lascivious "glug" sound echoed, the water rippling. Xu Yihan was already lost in ecstasy.
Jing Yan was also deeply affected. During his climax, his jade orifice contracted and writhed violently, the small fleshy protrusions on the walls deeply embedding themselves into his shaft. Bone and blood mingled, the woman's body and soul trembled violently, greatly stimulating his penis. He thrust in and out under this pressure dozens of times, his jade pillar plunging deep into her uterus, convulsing as he ejaculated hot, thick semen, filling her flower pot completely, even the inner walls of her uterus heaving with its heat.
"Ah..."
Jingyan's fingers were clenched so tightly they almost dug into Xu Yihan's flesh. Their two sweat-drenched bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding, the pounding of their chests seeming to resonate in each other's bodies, a thunderous "thump-thump" echoing in their minds. Their bodies trembled violently, reaching the peak of ecstasy... Xu Yihan's taut strings relaxed instantly, and she slumped softly against Jingyan. Jingyan let out a long sigh, then collapsed limply onto the bed. They both breathed heavily for a long time before gradually returning to normal. The man's large penis was still inside the woman's vagina, slightly shrunken, yet still able to fill that tight, alluring opening.
Xu Yihan felt an indescribable pleasure throughout her body, every inch of her skin breathing deeply, each breath a sweet, tingling, and pleasurable sensation. Opening her beautiful eyes, brimming with spring passion, she met those bright and clear eyes and said softly, "Your Excellency, I sincerely suggest you withdraw from the world of beautiful women. Although you are very effeminate, but—with such a big penis, why offer your chrysanthemum!"
The mentally challenged god (seven) being trampled to death by a horse is really ridiculous, okay...
Jing Yan looked shy and blushed, stammering, "Will the Marquis like it?"
Compared to the satisfaction of lust, Xu Yihan was finally ignited by the fire of gossip. She moved on top of him, causing their lower bodies to separate. The wet jade stem was withdrawn from the charming hole, and the instant emptiness made people feel very lonely. But it was only for a moment. Xu Yihan lay down next to Jing Yan with great interest. The two were honest with each other, but they talked about another man face to face.
"I don't know, I've never even met him. Maybe I'll like him, maybe I won't. The key is, would you dare pounce on him?" Xu Yihan clicked her tongue a few times, scrutinizing the beautiful man's face, more alluring than a woman's. She simply couldn't imagine him actively pursuing a soldier. A general! Invincible! Sweeping across the barbarians of the southeast, northwest, and all directions! Even with a large physique, you still have to be able to fit it in first… Jing Yan was almost brought to tears by her words. That inexplicable surge of masculine vigor seemed to vanish with the subsiding of his climax; he was still himself, that effeminate guy who loved skincare and jewelry. Xu
Yihan saw his eyes redden again, his expression detached, probably rehearsing a scene from her own relationship with Guan Shanhou. Thinking of the painful memories, tears streamed down her face.
Xu Yihan couldn't bear to see the beauty cry, so she quickly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, don't cry. You came to me to help you solve your problem, right? Leave it to me~"
"Waaah, then, what should I do?"
"How far have things progressed between you two? How is the Marquis treating you in bed?" Xu Yihan gossiped.
Jingyan grabbed the blanket and hid her beautiful face under it. After a long while, she peeked out with her eyes, saying shyly, "We haven't..." She
couldn't even finish the four words, and her voice grew softer and softer, like a mosquito buzzing.
Xu Yihan was greatly shocked and tapped his forehead. "I never expected you to be such a pure, unpretentious, and not at all seductive or cheap shou..."
Jing Yan stammered for a long time before saying, "A few times I wanted to... but... I... I... I'm afraid of pain..."
"..."
Xu Yihan rolled her eyes: "Your Excellency, you really came to the right place. If you want to learn bedroom skills, is there a better place than a brothel? Leave it to me. Let's go eat first, I'm starving."
"Okay, okay, I heard that Jinyan Pavilion recently hired three chefs from Su Yang, and their skills are superb. I've been wanting to eat at the best brothel in the capital for a long time, but I haven't had the chance..." Jing Yan's mouth was practically watering, and he jumped up and started dressing with his back to Xu Yihan.
He's a foodie... Okay, this is very shou.
That night, the two ate and drank to their hearts' content and chatted to their hearts' content until they were so full that they collapsed on the bed, their lower abdomens slightly bulging, looking like Ge You.
It was past midnight when the palace guards arrived and carried the handsome man, who was sleeping soundly on his back, away, leaving behind a large stack of silver notes and giving Xu Yihan, this "so-simplistic and pretentious seductive madam," a fierce glare.
Xu Yihan was naturally satisfied, clutching the silver notes and sleeping soundly until the end, feeling for the first time that her life was complete.
From then on, Jingyan would visit Jinyan Pavilion every few days to chat with Xu Yihan about gossip, share his experiences, discuss his latest skincare tips, generously show off his new jewelry collection, and even give her gifts at the drop of a hat, making Xu Yihan grin from ear to ear all day long, revealing two dimples from smiling. Most importantly, Xu Yihan had his best male prostitutes teach him brothel secrets like "7 ways to overcome physical and mental barriers and enjoy being dominated" and "9 essential bedroom skills for a beautiful bottom." He also occasionally imparted intimate techniques and bedroom tricks, and of course, they inevitably had a couple of passionate encounters... His life was incredibly comfortable, he had plenty of money, a devoted gay friend, and his lifelong desire to eat delicious food and admire handsome men was fully satisfied. Xu Yihan even hummed a little tune as he walked, almost forgetting the destiny written on his name tag. But this blissful period didn't last
long... Without those four words, no novel could be written.
One day, Jingyan sent a messenger saying that Marquis Guanshan was going to war in the Northern Desert, and he was very reluctant to leave, so he didn't want to go out. Xu
Yihan replied with a few words of comfort and even taught him a few sweet words to flirt with the Marquis before their parting.
For three whole days afterward, there was no news from Jingyan. Xu Yihan, even while eating melon seeds, felt distracted and uneasy. After two more days, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran out of the brothel. She headed towards the palace in a daze, hesitant and lost in thought.
Reaching a main road outside Zhongwu Gate, surrounded by few people, Xu Yihan suddenly looked up and realized she was almost in the restricted area of the palace. Without thinking much, she turned and walked towards a side path into the residential area. This path was narrow and damp, only wide enough for three people to walk side by side. There was no one around, and she strolled forward alone.
After a few steps, Xu Yihan fell into a deep thought again, oblivious to the people on the street. She didn't hear the stern shouts behind her. When she came to her senses, the rapid sound of hooves was already close behind her. She subconsciously turned around and saw a white horse galloping towards her with its swift hooves, its majestic appearance as if it hadn't seen her at all. A man on horseback, his silver armor gleaming, a black cloak billowing behind him, his long, ink-black hair held up by jade hairpins, fluttering behind his ears. The most striking feature was a subtly luxurious silver mask covering his entire face, leaving much to the imagination… Xu Yihan had no time for such fantasies! The horse's hooves were about to leap off, threatening to trample her alluring figure and stunning face. Not only was a large man riding on it, but the horse's ferocity alone meant that a single blow would either disfigure her or leave her mentally impaired!
She had no way to avoid it, and in this critical moment, her mind went blank. Her legs seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the horse's hooves drew closer, growing larger until they seemed to extinguish all hope in her life. A final thought flashed through her mind: "Go to hell, you idiot god!" "I don't want to die such a pathetic death—my face trampled bigger than a pancake, my little body crushed into a pulp! Ahhhhh!
"
The man on horseback was masked, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with cold light. His thin, pale lips were pressed into a thin line, and his hand gripping the reins tightened, his knuckles turning white, his fingers long and slender.
Hearing the woman's piercing noise, a flash of annoyance crossed his eyes, and he almost had the urge to let go and let the white horse trample over her corpse.
Fortunately, his reason saved Xu Yihan's life.
The moment they met, the white horse neighed, its hooves raised high, and it leaped forward. At the same time, a long, deafening roar shook the heavens. The man, gripping the reins, his starry eyes cold and sharp, sat on the horse like a god, high above, looking down on all living beings—in short, he and his horse flew over Xu Yihan's head. Or rather, they flew over her.
Xu Yihan, having survived the ordeal, stood there for a long time, her unfocused pupils finally regaining focus. She was soaked with sweat, her clothes practically dripping wet.
(Part 8: A Split Personality, Mentally Handicapped God's Fate
) The madam was a little afraid… Turning her head again, she saw the dashing white horse had already galloped far away, the man's cloak billowing, his black hair like clouds, only his cold, piercing eyes remained in Xu Yihan's mind.
Through this incident, Xu Yihan realized a crucial point: that damned, twisted fate still loomed over her, and it was far from time to let her guard down! Almost being trampled to death by a horse while walking down the street—could a normal person experience that?!
As she angrily returned to Jinyan Pavilion, a sudden realization dawned on her, and she instantly transformed into Conan, understanding a new truth—that person just now, wasn't he the legendary… Marquis Guanshan?!
There are many legends about Marquis Guanshan, but they can all be summed up in one word: "mysterious." Commoners only know that he grew up in the deep palace with various princes, so he and Jingyan were childhood sweethearts… well, childhood friends. It's said he had no parents, an orphan brought back from the battlefield by the late emperor; some even say he was the late emperor's illegitimate son… Of course, those who said this weren't executed by the late emperor, so more and more people believed it.
At a young age, he commanded armies in numerous campaigns, earning the title of "God of War." Despite wielding such immense power, he remained unsuspected by the emperor, enjoying high rank and wealth while residing in the palace. He was even engaged to Xiao Lingjun
, a favorite of two emperors, demonstrating the deep trust he enjoyed within the royal family. Beyond this, nothing else was known. He always wore a silver mask, concealing his true face, and rarely appeared in public. In the capital, he never left the palace, seemingly never venturing beyond its walls. Even his neighbors in the next palace, without childhood acquaintances, couldn't exchange a single word with him.
This enigmatic figure was the only information Xu Yihan gleaned from Jingyan. However, Jingyan rarely spoke of Guan Shanhou's true nature, only casually complaining that he was always aloof, bad-tempered, and inconsiderate, and most importantly, constantly finding fault with him. It's easy to imagine that even Jingyan rarely spent time with him.
Xu Yihan suddenly realized that she had just brushed past Guan Shanhou… oh, just missed him. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Because he was going to war, Jingyan wasn't coming to the brothel anymore; because Jingyan wasn't coming to the brothel, she somehow ended up near the palace; and because she ended up near the palace, she unexpectedly ran into him… A sense of destiny crept in, as if a tragedy was destined to happen between the three of them.
For some reason, Xu Yihan's mood completely plummeted. She simply went back to her room and fell asleep, not wanting to think about what Jingyan was doing.
Because of this strange emotional state, Xu Yihan used the excuse that "I'm just used to playing with Jingyan every few days, and it's strange that he's not here anymore" to comfort herself. Then there was the matter of Guan Shanhou. It took her a while to recover. After sorting out her feelings, she was shocked to realize that it had been more than half a month since that day that she hadn't seen Jingyan.
Xu Yihan couldn't help but send someone to the palace several times to inquire, but received no reply. Only the guard who always accompanied Jingyan couldn't stand it anymore and brought a message saying that Xiao Lingjun was being confined to the palace to study, and the Marquis had ordered that Xiao Lingjun was not allowed to leave until he returned in triumph.
"..." Xu Yihan was completely devastated. Jingyan, you spineless weakling! You are the Emperor's own brother! His rank is lower than yours! Why are you so obedient? Despite
her complaints, she still had to get used to life without her gay best friend to have fun with. Xu Yihan felt incredibly bored. Although money was still flowing in, and she still saw handsome men every night, she no longer fell off the railing, and she no longer had the danger of being hit by carriages, horses, cats, or dogs on the road, but she still felt gloomy and missed that beautiful, enchanting, cute, innocent, polite, generous, and shy weakling.
Time flies, and May passed in a flash. Xu Yihan remained completely unfazed, as if her once treacherous life had suddenly become a smooth road, and that foolish god had been forgotten. Xu Yihan, once again, shamelessly lowered her guard… As winter approached and the weather grew colder, it was the time for the prostitutes and male prostitutes of Jinyan Pavilion to parade—yes, it was madam Xu Yihan's idea to bring a large group of beautiful men and women on a monthly tour of the capital! Handsome men and beautiful women, seductive and aggressive… Dozens of people, dressed in flamboyant attire, adorned in silks and satins, and adorned with jewels, formed a large group of living, mobile advertisements, ostentatiously parading through the streets and alleys, attracting attention and drawing crowds of onlookers.
This event initially drew considerable criticism, but it gradually evolved into a fashion show. Ordinary people, especially women, while verbally complaining about the decline of morality, obediently followed the procession every month, striking up conversations to inquire about the brands of the latest cosmetics, jewelry, and clothing. The event became increasingly lively. Furthermore, Xu Yihan had instructed that the most important aspect of advertising was winning people over, and that the women should not be treated harshly. Once the women started discussing these topics, they couldn't help but chime in. Ultimately, it transformed into a monthly carnival for women and gay men, naturally attracting men to join the spectacle. On this day each month, wherever the procession went, it was bustling with activity. Men and women surrounded the prostitutes and male prostitutes, chatting animatedly in small groups, barely moving an inch, creating widespread congestion.
Xu Yihan, having learned her lesson, sat aloof in the front of the carriage, occasionally opening the window to munch on sunflower seeds while sizing up potential recruits for Jinyan Pavilion—after all, starting a business requires diligence in any field.
Just as she was feeling smug, she heard the rhythmic thumping of footsteps approaching, accompanied by the faint sounds of hooves and horses neighing.
Peeking out, Xu Yihan froze instantly—a square formation of roughly white soldiers, clad in armor and carrying spears, marched towards her. Several large yellow flags with black borders and red lettering bore the bold, powerful character "Xiao" written on them. A small group of people led the way, with a tall horse in the middle carrying a man who looked majestic and imposing. His silver armor gleamed, his black cloak billowed, and his dark hair parted to his chest. Behind his mask, only a pair of cold, sharp eyes could be seen… “Holy crap…” Xu Yihan glanced at the rapidly advancing group, then looked back at the crowd of onlookers who had been blocking the street from one end and were still unaware of the impending doom. Her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes .
Just then, the soldiers’ path was blocked, and their clattering footsteps abruptly stopped. The sound was clear and loud, like a footstep striking Xu Yihan’s heart… A pair of cold, sharp eyes shot out a chilling glint, cutting through the crowd like an arrow, swift and precise, and fixed on Xu Yihan’s face. Xu Yihan shuddered, her lips trembled, and she suddenly felt a chill run through her. "Run!" The word escaped her lips with a resolute force. Cold sweat beaded on Xu Yihan's forehead. The feeling of having one foot in the grave was truly chilling, even more so than the howling north wind. The terror emanated from the depths of her soul. "Ah!" The coachman froze, his tongue trembling uncontrollably. "Th-th-Lord Marquis..." Xu Yihan was furious, her mind reeling, driven only by instinct: "Nonsense! If it weren't for him, would we need to run? Would we just wait to die?!" The coachman's old face was contorted with rage, his wrinkles deepening to an unsightly degree. Seeing his incompetence, Xu Yihan sighed heavily, exasperated. She pushed open the door, slipped out of the carriage, and met the gaze of Marquis Guanshan across the crowd. His gaze was like a beam of intense light, firmly enveloping her, as if plotting to utterly destroy her body. Xu Yihan steeled her resolve, turned tail, and ran, attempting to slip into the crowd and escape in the chaos. Lord Guanshan, seated high on his horse, surveyed the scene, his gaze fixed on Xu Yihan, who was desperately trying to squeeze into the throng, her head spinning from the jostling crowd. A cold smile, thick with mockery, curled at the corner of his lips: "I've seen stupid people, but never anyone this stupid. " "Lan Yu, you clear your own way." His expression beneath the mask was hidden, but his voice was icy. "Lord, you…" Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Lord Guanshan suddenly leaped to his feet, his cloak billowing out in the wind, his figure like a shooting star, heading straight for someone in the crowd. "Ah~~~ Lord!" "Ah ah!" "Look!"

A chorus of gasps erupted around them as everyone looked up. Xu Yihan felt a sudden, ominous premonition. Before she could even turn her head, she felt a tremendous force lift her by the back of her collar, and then she was sent flying into the air… “Ahhhhhh!!”
Before everyone’s eyes, Guan Shanhou swept through the crowd and snatched the culprit away effortlessly, leaping and bounding across rooftops. Xu Yihan instinctively struggled for a moment, her feet dangling in the air, her neck constricted painfully, her face turning red. Then she felt him suddenly release her grip. In the instant of falling, Xu Yihan felt a despair, as if “this is the last second of my life.”
Guan Shanhou only let go for less than half a second before his fingers gripped her wrist tightly again. With just this one point of leverage, he propelled her entire body through the air, leaping swiftly between rooftops and buildings.
The crowd below erupted in a cacophony of voices, a lively discussion taking place. In the triumphant advance party, officers and ordinary soldiers alike stared in disbelief at the two figures, the previous congestion completely forgotten.
Xu Yihan's delicate face stung from the howling wind. She finally recovered, her face contorted in pain, her brows furrowed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "My lord, sob sob, I...I'm afraid of heights! Let...let me down..."
His tightly clenched hand was icy cold; just being held by him made Xu Yihan feel like her arm was about to break. As he sped past her, showing no mercy, he swung her left and right, making Xu Yihan feel her stomach churning and churning even though she wasn't prone to motion sickness… Unfortunately, her pleas were in vain; Marquis Guanshan ignored her, as if her words had been blown away by the wind before they even reached his ears, leaving nothing behind.
“My lord! My lord, please spare me! I'll never dare to do it again, sob sob… From now on, please send someone to inform me before you go out. I'll avoid wherever you go, I promise I won't let you see my ugly face, and I'll never block your way again, okay? Please… ahhh!”
“Whoosh—” He passed by the sharp corner of a building with incredible speed, just inches away. Xu Yihan was so frightened that her eyes rolled back, and she was still shaken even a long way off.
"Ahhhhh, slow down! Even in the air, please obey traffic rules—ah! My lord, please be magnanimous and forgiving, don't hold a grudge against us commoners…ahhh, what is that?! I'll get hit! You old driver, watch your car, you did it on purpose—" After flying an unknown distance, a blur of light flashed before her eyes, passing densely packed buildings. Overwhelmed by the shock, Xu Yihan broke down and began to curse incoherently: "Waaaaah, you bastard, you beast! Just because you're high-ranking, strong, and can fly, you bully a delicate, weak woman like me! You son of a bitch, you're the only one who can walk on this road!" "Fine, I can't leave now! I didn't even say why you're so persistent! Let me tell you, I'm the head madam of Jinyan Pavilion. All the most beautiful seme and uke in the city are under my control. If you offend me, I... Aaaaaah!"
The distance between her body and the ground was getting closer and closer, with almost no time to buffer. The "thud" shook Xu Yihan to her very soul and bones. The moment she landed, a sharp pain from the impact shot up her lower body from the soles of her feet. Her weak body, which had been shaken and tossed all the way, instantly went limp. Xu Yihan's knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground, dry heaving for a long time. The chill seeped through her thick thermal underwear and into her body.
Guan Shanhou stood coldly to the side, his tall figure casting a shadow over Xu Yihan. Xu Yihan finally calmed down and began to feel the cold outside. The hot sweat on her body subsided, followed by the cold sweat that trickled down her back and disappeared, finally bringing her back to normal. She struggled to her feet, trying to salvage her nearly ruined image. Looking around, she saw layers of glazed tiles covering the eaves, vermilion pillars reaching for the sky, and a majestic, solemn palace. Neatly dressed palace maids stood in orderly rows, gracefully passing by without glancing at her.
The palace… this was the palace! Xu Yihan had never been inside before! Now, on her first visit, she was thrown in like a chick… Thinking of Jingyan, whom she hadn't seen for months, Xu Yihan, in this moment of profound desolation, naturally longed for that warm, submissive man. She immediately and warily distanced herself from Lord Guanshan, gritting her teeth and shamefully pleading, “I’m your man’s best friend! Go and ask around. Forgive me for your sake, Lord Guanshan, you have so much to do, why bother with a mere woman like me…”
In the blink of an eye, she adopted a slightly obsequious and arrogant demeanor. Lord Guanshan had never seen anyone so shameless in front of him. He coldly sneered and shot her a sharp glare, saying, “I was just looking for you…” "They've delivered themselves right to my doorstep."
Xu
Yihan followed the man sheepishly into the Ganyi Palace, then walked sheepishly all the way from the main gate of the enormous palace to a small garden in the northeast corner. Throughout the entire process, she didn't see a single person. Palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were all kept out. In the heavily guarded, extravagantly luxurious palace where every master seemed to have 200 servants, Guan Shanhou was a rare exception, a man of cold indifference… While inwardly complaining, she fantasized about tricks to get help from Jingyan. Xu Yihan's mind was in turmoil, without a moment's peace.
Guan Shanhou stopped, and Xu Yihan followed suit, almost bumping into him. Glancing around, she saw a small garden with tastefully arranged rockeries and flowers, a babbling brook flowing into a mirror-like lake. Unfortunately, it was late autumn, and everything was withered, adding to Xu Yihan's sense of desolation. They were currently in a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, with no one around. Even if he were to dismember her here, it would probably be a year or two before anyone came to collect her body.
"Name," Guan Shanhou asked coldly, leaning against the railing, his eyes sweeping over her with disdain.
Xu Yihan, her face contorted with despair, thought of her immense wealth and the countless high-end skincare and jewelry she'd scavenged from Jingyan that she hadn't even used yet. She felt an overwhelming attachment to the world. But when one has desires, one fears death, and she was instantly controlled by the word "cowardice": "Xu Yihan."
"Age."
"Twenty-eight..."
The Marquis glared at her, and Xu Yihan reluctantly changed her answer: "Twenty-three..."
"Place of origin."
"From the capital."
"Occupation."
"Self-employed female elite." He gave her
a cold look.
"A brothel madam..."
"Do I have to ask her one by one?"
Xu Yihan shuddered, but quickly replied, "Your Excellency, I am an orphan with no siblings, living alone and unmarried. I am a dedicated and hardworking citizen, a first-rate citizen of the capital, a good neighbor with a clean reputation, optimistic and helpful. I have started my own business, creating jobs for hundreds of people and making a small contribution to maintaining national stability. I also run a side business helping gay men and women with their relationship problems, and I am a certified 'famous relationship blogger in the capital.' My hobbies are eating, drinking, sleeping, and handsome men... oh no, I mean eating, drinking, sleeping, and handsome men. My political stance is to firmly support the 'weak bottom doesn't counterattack' group..."
The Marquis was quite patient, listening to her ramble on and on until she mentioned "reading Wu Dachui's erotic novels when she's constipated," before finally losing his temper and uttering two words: "Shut up!"
"Yes!" Xu Yihan gave a standard 90-degree bow, respectful and utterly shameless.
He scrutinized her again, a hint of disbelief straining to appear on his nearly paralyzed face beneath the mask. The coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by two large "disdain"s.
"You're the one who instigated Jingyan to walk around the palace shirtless!"
"...My lord, that's performance art, absolutely nothing to do with seducing you, getting your attention, or making you jealous!"
"Hmm."
"Yes!" "
You're the one who instigated Jingyan to counterattack!"
Only one thought amplified in Xu Yihan's mind—she absolutely couldn't admit to this!
"...That's probably not true. My memory isn't very good; I might have Alzheimer's... Hey, who are you? Why am I here?"
The Marquis's cold, sharp eyes flashed over: "If you try anything funny again, I'll cut off your secondary sexual characteristics first."
Xu Yihan suddenly hugged her chest: "I suddenly remembered, it's me!"
A cold glint flickered in the Marquis's eyes, appearing as ferocious as could be to Xu Yihan. He slowly approached, standing just inches away, looking down at her with an air of superior arrogance and domineering power: "Do you have anything to say before you die?"
Just then, a biting autumn wind blew by, the chill penetrating to the bone, sending shivers down her spine. A mournful background music echoed in Xu Yihan's mind, and she said tearfully, "Perhaps you should cut off my secondary sexual characteristics to calm down first."
The Marquis's already furrowed brows tightened even more. The woman's faint fragrance wafted on the wind, entering his nostrils. A subtle scent, both strange and familiar, stirred his heart, as if a switch had been suddenly flipped, and he froze. His hand, which had been drawing his sword, faltered slightly on the hilt.
Xu Yihan's heart was in turmoil, completely unable to fathom the man's thoughts. She could only stare blankly at him, tears ruining her makeup. She was heartbroken, thinking about how precious her powder was, which she had specially saved to show off today. She wished she had known she would die so young... Just at this critical moment, the Marquis spoke, but it didn't seem to be directed at her: "Guards, lock her in the East Pavilion."
Two whooshing sounds came, and then two people appeared before her, kneeling on one side and responding in unison, "Yes!"
Then, Xu Yihan was lifted up by the two people, one on each side, and carried away in mid-air.
"Damn it, so what if you know kung fu?! Don't show off like that, okay?!"
The "ah" sound faded into the distance, the crisp, bell-like sound disappearing from his ears. Guan Shanhou's tightly furrowed brows suddenly tightened even more fiercely. He placed one hand on his mask, pressing his forehead, a hint of helplessness flashing in his deep, cold eyes. After a long while, he slowly removed his mask, revealing a face with a slightly changed expression. He leaned on the railing, his chest rising and falling slightly, breathing silently.
Xu Yihan was thus imprisoned by Guan Shanhou. Aside from not being allowed to leave the Ganyi Palace, her freedom wasn't restricted—mainly because there was no one to guard her. The two shadow guards who appeared out of nowhere vanished after fulfilling their duties and never reappeared. As long as she doesn't try to sneak through side gates or climb over walls into other territories, no one will pay her any attention. Once she leaves the Ganyi Palace, the patrolling guards will treat her like a trespassing thief, pointing dozens of gleaming silver spearheads at her face without a word—don't ask her how she knows.
There are probably many shadow guards in this palace, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Xu Yihan guesses they spend their days carrying a chicken in one hand, a jug of wine in the other, and a stack of toilet paper in their arms, flying around unseen, delivering necessities to the Marquis.
Anyway, she now lives in a place that refreshes and resets daily, where everything is readily available, but not a single living person can be seen.
Here, you can have anything you want, and you can even make requests. For example, write a note on the desk, and the next day's reading list will appear as neatly stacked books on the bookshelf. After "refreshing" a huge wave of cosmetics, jewelry, and precious stones, Xu Yihan has completely fallen in love with this life. The only awkward thing is the possibility of running into the Marquis.
(11) This is the first time I've been disfigured in all the episodes I've appeared in…
Every time Xu Yihan sees Guan Shanhou, it's like seeing a ghost. She hides dozens of steps away if she can, and if she can't, she quickly greets him to dilute her presence and leaves. It's no wonder Xu Yihan is cowardly; after all, that man is aloof and hard to seduce, and he'll draw his sword at the slightest provocation. Not only is she unsure of his temperament, but she's also offended him several times. It's already good enough that he spared her life for no reason. It's best to reduce the number of times she sees him, and when her memory fades, there might still be a chance to escape.
Her plan was well-thought-out, but after a while—actually, less than a week—Xu Yihan realized she had overestimated her ability to endure loneliness.
In such a large palace, there wasn't even a single living person who could talk. How was that better than being dead! Xu Yihan's three great hobbies in life were eating, sleeping, and looking at handsome men, especially handsome men, who were like oxygen to her. Why open a brothel! It's all about keeping handsome men, keeping handsome men as mistresses. The palace is nice, but compared to her Jin Yan Pavilion, with its throngs of beauties, bustling activity, and decadent lifestyle, it's nothing. These days, Xu Yihan can barely endure a single one.
So, on this particular day, Xu Yihan dared to sneak into the Marquis's area of activity, furtively peeking and observing. He wasn't in his bedroom, nor in his study, so he was in the garden.
In the garden, he was practicing martial arts…
practicing martial arts meant wielding a spear and sword…
which meant a very high chance of being casually killed!
Xu Yihan hesitated for a long time, perhaps because she had been living quite comfortably these past few days, her courage had grown emboldened, so she decided to take a stroll and gather intelligence.
It was the season of bleak autumn winds, and the garden was piled high with withered leaves and fallen flowers. Xu Yihan tightened her coat, cautiously peeking out, and saw that the Marquis was indeed practicing his sword under a tree. The air was chilly, and he wore only a thin shirt with tight cuffs and trouser legs, revealing snow-white skin. His long, beautiful hand wielding the sword exuded a sharp, minimalist yet domineering aura. His face, veiled by a silver mask, was mysterious and intriguing. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing and turning with each movement, creating a striking contrast with his white robes. He was a living, breathing ink painting.
Xu Yihan had only come to confirm things so she could give up, but she hadn't expected to become so captivated after just a short while. The Marquis truly lived up to his reputation as a top-tier man; he was radiating masculinity, exuding a powerful aura of male hormones, a walking heart-stealer for girls… Although she couldn't see his face, she could freely imagine him as an incredibly handsome man!
Xu Yihan, starved of handsome men and longing for them, nearly popped her eyes out, practically beckoning, "My god, come to me!"
Just as she was about to drool, the Marquis's longsword flew from his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, silently aimed at Xu Yihan's face, a deadly strike—Xu Yihan's eyes widened, a single thought flashing through her mind: "Your sister…" "Whoosh—" The sharp blade grazed Xu Yihan's delicate face, leaving a sharp, gleaming sound as the sword embedded itself deeply in the tree trunk not far behind her.
Xu Yihan first felt a cool sensation on her face, followed by a heat. The sword had grazed her, not touching her face, but it had left a small gash, from which a thin line of blood instantly seeped out, a horrifying crimson against her fair cheek.
"..." Xu Yihan touched her face, staring blankly at the blood on her hand for thirty seconds. Then, looking at the approaching Marquis Guanshan, she ignored the chilling glint in his eyes. Enraged, she lunged at the man, grabbing his arm with lightning speed and pleading, "My lord, I was wrong! I'll never dare to steal glances at your heroic figure again! It's all my fault for not being able to control my eyes! Why couldn't I restrain my overwhelming admiration for you!"
The Marquis's lips twitched a few times; he truly hadn't expected such a shameless person to exist in the world.
This man's ability to be shameless far surpassed Jingyan's by more than a hundred times; it was truly infuriating.
Xu Yihan flattered him while secretly observing his expression. Seeing that his anger had clearly turned into disdain, she relaxed and prepared to diligently retrieve the sword for him. For the next short while, the Marquis stood aloof behind her, watching her struggle with the sword hilt, using a tree trunk for leverage, trying all sorts of tricks, but the deeply embedded tip of the sword didn't budge an inch… “…” Xu Yihan had used every ounce of strength she had, finally collapsing against the tree trunk, panting heavily, watching helplessly as the Marquis coldly and easily drew the sword with one hand and sheathed it.
It was infuriating to compare herself to him; not only was she less fortunate and of lower status, but even her brute strength was worlds apart. That god must be a dead gay!
The man glanced at her sideways and noticed that she was puffing out her cheeks, seemingly lost in thought and feeling indignant. The bloodstain on her alabaster face was quite glaring, and he wondered if it would leave a scar. This person is strange. How could a respectable woman, disfigured like this, still be so carefree and playful? But then again, she was never respectable to begin with. Flattery came out of her mouth without hesitation. She could curse someone and then turn around and change her expression without the slightest shame. She had none of the dignified, quiet, and gentle demeanor of a lady from a noble family or a modest family. She ran a brothel as a madam, leading a bunch of prostitutes and male prostitutes, causing huge traffic jams on the main streets of the capital every month. She gave Jingyan bad advice, making him so infatuated that he was constantly running to brothels... Seeing that the Marquis's eyes were deep and he couldn't guess what he was thinking, Xu Yihan simply went all out and said with a smile, "My lord, I have a request that I'm reluctant to make, but I really can't bring myself to ask it..."
The Marquis glanced at her, turned around, and said indifferently, "If you can't bring yourself to ask it, then don't. If you know it's a request you're reluctant to ask, then don't mention it."
"%&（*￥#@！&……" You're not following the script at all!!!
Xu Yihan was unwilling to give up, taking two steps back and shamelessly saying, "I can suddenly speak again, I only have one small question, Lord Marquis, when will you let me go home?"
The Marquis coldly replied, "When I want to let you go, if you're still alive."
"..." Xu Yihan's lips twitched, and she asked through gritted teeth, "Then, then can I... go to play with Xiao Lingjun?"
The Marquis was about to speak when something suddenly flashed through his mind, his brows furrowed, and a hint of shame and anger flashed in his eyes. He suddenly turned around, facing her coldly, and said, "You seduced him, what exactly is your purpose? Money and jewels, climbing the social ladder, becoming the master of the Jun family?"
Xu Yihan was caught off guard by this sudden question, her mind blank for a moment, because she had never thought of such things before.
"If it's for these things, why does it have to be him?" The Marquis looked at her, his eyes filled with mockery and extreme danger.
(Part 12) A Tree-Pounding Scene...
Slightly H Xu Yihan was stunned by a series of soul-searching questions. The Marquis's deep, cold eyes locked onto her, and the innate intimidating power in his gaze made Xu Yihan tremble.
"This... what you said makes a lot of sense... but when we consider things, we can't be foolish, right..." Xu Yihan retreated while forcing a smile.
"Oh." The Marquis pressed on, and Xu Yihan staggered backward until she was blocked by the tree, with nowhere to retreat. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and she forced a smile, saying, "There's a saying... 'First ask if it's true, then ask why.' If you don't figure out if it is true first, you can't talk about anything else. What do you think?"
"You mean you didn't intend to seduce him at all and had no purpose?"
"As expected of the Marquis, your reading comprehension is off the charts!"
The Marquis thoughtfully raised his hand and grabbed her chin, the force almost crushing the bones. He quickly dismissed the word "max," which was beyond his comprehension, and his voice was devoid of emotion, making it all the more chilling: "So it wasn't you who seduced him, it was him who seduced you."
“Uh…this logic…it seems flawless…” Xu Yihan stared at the shimmering silver mask, barely daring to breathe, her heart pounding wildly.
The Marquis seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, his starry eyes filled with mockery. Through the thin mask, his clear, glassy eyes shot out like sharp arrows. Xu Yihan felt a little guilty and was about to say something to salvage the situation when, unexpectedly, he grabbed her left leg. With a few ripping sounds, the little piece of cloth covering her lower body shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. Her inner thigh was exposed in an extremely shameful manner, the cool breeze chilling her tender opening, then her blood boiled, and she blushed crimson with shame.
“My Lord…”
"He can seduce you, so can I." The man pressed his lower body close to hers dangerously, his massive member rubbing against her lower abdomen through her thin clothes, sending chills down Xu Yihan's spine. "Something seems off..."
"What's wrong?" the Marquis asked, undressing as he did so.
Xu Yihan struggled to find the flaws in his deductions, her lower abdomen twitching as she said, "Uh... he paid me! It's our madam's professional ethics..."
"So it was for money, seducing my fiancé?"
"..." Xu Yihan quickly rolled her eyes and changed her story, "Actually, it's because he's beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy, I couldn't resist!"
"Lustful, so you seduced my fiancé?" The Marquis seemed to be enjoying himself, continuing to accuse her.
"..." Xu Yihan was almost crying, her nose stinging, and she choked out, "My lord, please just rape me."
The autumn wind was bleak, withered leaves fluttering in the garden. Holding the woman's delicate, white thigh, her fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and the skin where they touched felt faintly warm. That familiar scent stirred his body's instincts. Guan Shanhou hesitated for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and bit Xu Yihan's lips.
Xu Yihan trembled—purely out of fear. Her jaw loosened, and a wet, hot tongue plunged in, invading her lips and teeth. The nimble tongue brushed against her gums and palate, entwining with her dormant tongue, pushing and pulling back and forth. Sweet saliva moistened their lips, fueling the already burning passion. This deep, lingering kiss made Xu Yihan's heart tremble. A few soft, sweet nasal sounds
escaped her lips, a mixture of confusion and intoxication. The coolness of her lower body was enveloped by the man's close embrace, until that fiery python pressed against her skin without hindrance, and the sparks instantly ignited. Xu Yihan tilted her head back to meet his burning kiss, her lower body involuntarily twisting. Her buttocks, pressed against the rough tree trunk, were both painful and hot from the rubbing, but she couldn't care less now. As that increasingly hard and erect penis pressed against her flower lips and ground against them, she couldn't help but let out sticky nectar.
Sometimes, the senses of the body are more acute than the brain. That familiar feeling was hard to ignore. For a moment, Xu Yihan was in a daze, thinking that the person in front of her was Jing Yan.
She opened her eyes hazily, staring at the mask so close to her in confusion, as if trying to see through the mask to see what was beneath. Zhang's face.
The Marquis's lips slowly left, his eyes gazing deeply at Xu Yihan, a hint of confusion lingering within, but fleeting.
Xu Yihan forgot even her own life, raising her hand as if possessed to remove his mask, muttering to herself, unable to even discern her own thoughts: "Marquis, you... Jingyan..."
A cold glint flashed in the Marquis's eyes, and he sneered, "You're still hung up on him, don't forget who I am." With that, his hard member aimed at her vulva and thrust in hard, penetrating to the very end! The sound of "splashing" water and the woman's soft moans of penetration rang out simultaneously. Xu Yihan's heart trembled violently, the feeling of being filled uncontrollably, an indescribable satisfaction spreading throughout her body, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her, making her mind flutter, her hand... Soft, it didn't even touch the mask before drooping down again.
Her unresolved thoughts were instantly shattered by the powerful thrusts within her seductive orifice. Unspoken words were swept away in the surging torrent, reduced to dust. Xu Yihan struggled to support herself, enduring each heavy, hammer-like pounding. The hot, hard object possessed a close, almost visceral quality, a feeling of bone-deep intimacy. The sudden, unrestrained thrusts were surprisingly well-accepted and adapted to by her body. The frequency and force of the jade stem's entry and exit were perfectly timed, each strike hitting the woman's most vulnerable and sensitive spots. The ever-increasing thrusts were like a whirlwind, gradually soothing every inch of the area that fueled her passion. Yet, within this harmony lay a more forceful dominance, each thrust and grinding exhilarating, carrying the unique strength of the man before her.
"Mmm...ah..." Xu Yihan didn't want to be too seductive in front of him, afraid of touching his sore spots. Before they could even enjoy their lovemaking, a sword would pierce her chest first. In front of him, she couldn't help but be conservative and cautious, and could only forcefully suppress her panting and moans, turning them into unbearable groans. Little did she know that such forbidden and restrained moans were even more alluring, arousing the man's unsatisfied desire to conquer.
The Marquis grabbed the woman's breasts and began to fondle and play with them, while his hips thrust wildly. He stared at Xu Yihan's tightly bitten lower lip and the moans that she was trying to suppress, his eyes filled with anger. His thick, hard member pounded even harder, rotating and grinding against her tight, alluring opening, rubbing and kneading the fine bumps on the walls of her opening. The bulging veins were deeply embedded inside, scraping against them and sending waves of electric currents trembling and pulsating through their nerves.
The woman finally couldn't hold back any longer. To have sex in the garden in broad daylight was already shameful enough, but the mysterious and powerful man before her added a unique thrill and forbidden passion to their intense intercourse. The combined effects caused her to moan softly, "Ah... um... ah, ah... so good..."
(Thirteen) A passionate, fiery encounter...
High H. Her clothes were disheveled, her breasts half-exposed, bouncing up and down with each powerful thrust, a dazzling white expanse that entwined the man's restless body and mind. The Marquis gradually began to pant and sigh, lifting one of the woman's snow-white legs high, revealing the boundless spring light between her thighs. The early autumn chill met the spurting fluids, melted away by the friction of their fiery passion. The slight chill in her lower body paled in comparison to the intense heat of their union.
The delicate jade orifice was abruptly ripped open by the thick, powerful penis from the south, the massive member as thick as an infant's forearm grinding hard into the passage. The orifice was taut and white, glistening with moisture. With each rapid thrust of the jade stem, the massive rod was repeatedly stroked from head to toe, stroking the slightly bulging, veiny flesh of the tender skin until it gripped the base of the shaft, where the heavy scrotum struck with crisp, resonant sounds.
The tight passage overflowed with honey-like fluid, stretched to a size barely enough to envelop the penis. The resilient walls of the orifice were incredibly elastic, contracting and writhing from time to time, massaging and kneading the hard, iron-like penis. In the instant of intimate contact and friction, influenced by the surging, masculine energy within, sparks flew, burning the entire body almost to the point of melting.
A thick, fleshy pillar churned and pounded inside her, repeatedly thrusting and violating her. The areas where they intertwined and ground were both hot and moistened with her own fluids, entwining deep within, releasing a cool, indescribable pleasure—an ultimate, blissful fusion of pleasure and desire.
The pillar, powerful and unstoppable, pounded and pounded with increasing speed and intensity as the man became more aroused, grinding and churning at her core, its sharp edges pulling at the tender flesh until it trembled. Xu Yihan felt a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen, her legs went weak, all her strength drained away, overwhelmed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure, rising and falling endlessly. One moment she felt like she was ascending to heaven, the next she was submerged in the deep sea, her skin trembling, her pores wide open, her emotions surging endlessly.
The "plop plop" sound of penetration was like an arrogant declaration of conquering a city-state. The "slap slap" sound of the testicles hitting the flesh was as dense as drumming, pushing the surging tide to crash against the rocks. Water splashed everywhere, white foam flowed, and the erotic atmosphere exuded a seductive fragrance, arousing both men and women to the point of being unable to extricate themselves.
The fierce thrusting and pounding left Xu Yihan's back raw and burning from the rough tree trunk. Her plump, white buttocks trembled violently from the intense stimulation. Xu Yihan gasped for breath, like a fish thrown ashore, struggling to breathe yet still feeling a powerful shiver as if her life was being drained away. Her soul and spirit swayed with the penis that kept entering and exiting her, and she couldn't help but arch her back to meet the man's penetration, as if being pounded deeper, shattering her scattered rationality and remaining doubts, shattering emptiness and loneliness, deeply filling her with fiery magma, adding another layer of fire to her almost frenzied, intoxicated body.
"Ah...fuck, fucked you so bad, ooh..." The woman's voice trembled at the end, her seductive moans incredibly sexy, her eyes and brows brimming with desire, the bloodstains still visible on her fair and delicate cheeks. At this moment, she was full of charm, panting and moaning, even the blush on her cheeks became an alluring embellishment.
The Marquis took in her seductive state, his eyes burning with intense passion. He gripped her slender waist with one hand, loving it so much that he almost pinched it until it turned bruised. He twisted her lower body and pushed her towards his crotch, thrusting and plunging in, thrusting and receiving her in turn. With a "plop," he pounded into her womb in one go, his glans triumphantly ravaging and grinding against the narrow walls of her vagina, as if trying to embed his thick penis deep into her body.
"Hmm..." He sighed, seemingly plotting something, and thrust even more fiercely. He pulled Xu Yihan onto his body, spreading her legs wide and clamping them around his waist, her flower-like opening fully exposed. With each thrust, one could clearly see how his thick, long penis was struggling to be swallowed and released from her honeyed mouth, and how much lustful fluid was overflowing, splashing everywhere.
"Ahhh... Ugh... Too deep, sob... Slower, slower, sob..." Xu Yihan was powerless, clinging to him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her buttocks were being kneaded wantonly in his hands, his jade stem thrusting into her flower-like opening, causing her to heave upwards incessantly. Her lower abdomen was being pierced, creating a subconscious sense of panic and unease, as if she feared that the sharp blade would pierce her completely at any moment. Her moans and groans were tinged with bewilderment, the last syllables drawn out and rising and falling, mixed with uncontrollable cries of pleasure, making one feel even more ashamed.
The Marquis showed no mercy, his thrusts becoming increasingly frenzied and violent as her cries grew louder and more seductive. He pounded her hundreds, even thousands of times, until her legs trembled, gripping his waist tightly, her fingers digging deep into his shoulder. Her cries grew hoarse, a mixture of pleas and sobs, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with tears. In the throes of extreme pain and pleasure, she convulsed, reaching climax and releasing a torrent of hot semen that drenched his glans.
The Marquis's lips were pressed tightly together, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at her fading pupils and dazed, intoxicated face. He looked at the crimson mark he had left on her face, at how she, intoxicated by lust, had shed her usual carefree attitude, abandoning all worldly concerns to succumb to pleasure, revealing a breathtakingly alluring and seductive side.
His jade stem swelled to its limit, so tight it felt like it had shed several layers of skin. Every protrusion and every tender piece of flesh within the passage stirred the blood in his veins.
Just as he was about to climax, he heard Xu Yihan utter a few words, sweet and tender: "Mmm... Jing... Yan..."
"..." In an instant, the Marquis felt as if his blood had reversed course, boiling and surging dangerously. The release of his essence was unstoppable. His hips thrust forward uncontrollably, his jade stem deeply embedded in her flower pot, its opening wide, spurting out thick, hot semen, wave after wave, endlessly filling her small uterus, almost bulging her lower abdomen.
Xu Yihan's body trembled again, her vaginal canal spasming and writhing wildly around the jade stem. Unexpectedly, the magnificent phallus suddenly withdrew, leaving her body feeling empty. A large amount of vaginal fluid and semen meandered and flowed down the still-open canal, seeping out of her vaginal opening. A large stream gushed out from the round hole, the milky white turbid fluid and clear vaginal fluid intertwined, pouring endlessly, flowing down the woman's buttocks, dripping onto the ground, so lewd.
Before Xu Yihan could react, the Marquis had already helped her down. The movement was so fast that her legs went weak and she almost fell, but he caught her with one hand, pressed her shoulder, and made her back press against the tree trunk, barely managing to stand. He withdrew his indifferent gaze.
The Marquis of Guanshan put on a cool face, put on his trousers, took off his shirt and threw it into her arms, then walked away naked, his snow-white, delicate, and well-defined upper body, sword in hand.
"..." Xu Yihan stood there stunned for a full three minutes, chilled to the bone by the wind, her lower body feeling a chill that seemed to reach the "deepest part of her soul," before she realized the terrible taboo she had committed. First, she was surprised that the Marquis hadn't killed her, then she felt deeply ashamed—and she had been teaching her subordinates every day not to call other guests or old flames from her hometown by their names in the guests' beds! Finally, watching his receding figure in the autumn wind, a deep sense of guilt and remorse rose in her heart, and then she subconsciously began to try to justify herself... Damn it, it's not my fault! Who told you to remind me so much of Jingyan? I just blurted it out, didn't I? It was our first time hooking up, I wasn't prepared, so it's not entirely my fault... Wait, you're
like Jingyan, a split-person,
mentally challenged god (14). Don't forget you're a short-lived bastard!
Xu Yihan tiptoed and stealthily approached the area dozens of steps away from the study. The man's shadow was cast on the windowpane, swaying gently with the flickering candlelight. He held a book in his hands, maintaining a reading posture for a long time, his back as straight as a spear. But if you look closely, you'll find that—he stared at one page for an hour without turning it!
Reading this sentence again, you'll realize a fact—
Xu Yihan, you've been staring at him lewdly for an hour straight without leaving!
Indeed, since that unpleasant parting, Xu Yihan had been hesitant and withdrawn for three whole days before finally deciding to take the initiative to resolve her misunderstanding with the Marquis and, incidentally, confirm her suspicions.
To describe Xu Yihan's current mood in one word: bewildered.
Thinking about Jingyan, bewildered; thinking about the Marquis, bewildered; thinking about her relationship with these two, bewildered… it was all a tangled mess. It was
too complicated, especially the relationship; thinking about it carefully, it was truly perverse.
These two were engaged, and she had… been the third party to the power of two! According to modern moral logic, she should be dragged out and executed.
"It's just adults having sex to relax, right? What's her relationship with Jingyan? What's her relationship with Guanshanhou? That's not how you use a Mary Sue aura!"
Xu Yihan, disheveled and unkempt, squatted in her room for three days, nearly going crazy. Finally, she found a starting point: she'd start with the Marquis—of course, she couldn't see anyone else. She'd
left with great ambition, but at the door, she chickened out, utterly terrified of him. Xu Yihan touched her face; her once flawless, fair cheek now bore a small scar. Thinking of that moment teetering on the edge of life and death, and of every encounter with him that meant facing death again, Xu Yihan's heart trembled.
The man remained motionless, maintaining the same posture. Xu Yihan, lacking composure, paced anxiously for a long time before finally deciding to approach the study. Even with her heart pounding, she dared not remain at the door; if another sword struck, the blood might not spurt from her face but from her neck. So she pushed open the door without hesitation, poked her head in, and, prepared to be yelled at to "get lost," greeted the Marquis with a smile and enthusiastically said, "Hello, Marquis, good evening. I'm sorry to disturb you. May I come in?"
Marquis Guanshan's usual attire was quite casual, a black robe with gold embroidery on the cuffs, understated yet luxurious and aloof, but he always wore a mask.
He exuded a cooling effect, like an ice sculpture, never raising his head, making Xu Yihan unsure if he was actually asleep with his eyes open. For a long time, the esteemed man remained silent, only uttering a single "hmm."
Xu Yihan was both surprised and delighted. She quickly slipped into the study, closed the door, and sat properly in front of him, only to be met with a cold glance from him, which sent another chill down her spine.
“Ahem, my lord, look, this palace is so big, and it's just the two of us. It's so lonely, there's no one to talk to. How about I keep you company from now on?” Xu Yihan said, while secretly observing his expression—oh, observing his eyes and lips.
The lord put down his book, seeing through the facade and getting straight to the point: “Speak plainly, don't beat around the bush.”
Xu Yihan stuck out her tongue, feigning ignorance: “My lord, you misunderstand. Actually, I just want to be friends with you, I have no ulterior motives.”
The lord glared at her, giving her a cold look. Xu Yihan immediately changed her tune, saying slyly, “I'm so bored here. If you don't need anything, please let me out. Or you could keep me company and add some fun to my life.”
“Oh,” the lord chuckled sarcastically, as if he had just heard another big joke, “What if I neither let you out nor want you to be bored?”
"..." Xu Yihan blinked, then suddenly grabbed his hand, feigning tears, "Then I beg you!"
The Marquis froze for three seconds, his eyes flashing with shame and anger, then instantly revealing a murderous aura. He pulled his hand back with disdain, saying, "I have never seen such a shameless person!"
Xu Yihan then leaned on the table, her eyes sparkling, and said, "I didn't expect that the Marquis is also a fan of Zhuge Liang. If that's the case, why not be kind to me and let the world be filled with love?"
"The Marquis automatically skipped over the parts he didn't understand and calmly said, 'Enough with the nonsense. If there's nothing else, then leave.'
Xu Yihan rolled her eyes and pretended to casually say, 'Then I won't leave the palace. I can at least go see Lord Xiao Ling, right? You can confine him for three months after your three-month campaign, which shows that none of us can escape your grasp. Don't worry about me going to get reinforcements, right?'
The Marquis's eyes seemed calm on the surface, but Xu Yihan caught a glimpse of a fleeting anger. Seeing that he didn't speak, Xu Yihan suddenly slammed her hand on the table and said, 'Marquis! I respect you as a man, so stop beating around the bush and give me a straight answer. If you're annoyed by me sleeping with your man, just give me a sword. This slow and steady approach is ridiculous.'" "Frog, I refuse to accept this! Or you could have some mercy and let me go, and I promise I'll never show my face in front of you again, okay? We can go find him right now, and I'll swear a solemn oath in front of him, how about that?"
The Marquis was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly: "You don't need to test me. I can tell you without hesitation. I don't care who he's messing around with outside, as long as he's not stupid enough to be swindled out of his entire fortune and disgrace the royal family. Even if he's slept with every man and woman in your brothel, it's none of my business. As for you, right now I'm purely—"
Xu Yihan stared at him with wide eyes, then heard him raise his eyes and stare at her with a slightly mocking gaze, saying, word by word, "Want to...play...you."
"..." The truth came too suddenly, and Xu Yihan was speechless. Moreover, this man was too cunning, not falling for it at all. He didn't want you to know, and no amount of testing would work.
The two were silently facing off in the study, the air filled with a tense atmosphere, like a string about to snap.
Just then, with two whooshing sounds, two flying knives pierced through the air and came through the window. In the blink of an eye, the Marquis slammed his hand on the table, leaped up, grabbed Xu Yihan's shoulder, and pulled her to a position a step away from where they had been. His tall figure shielded her from the window, creating a perfect scene of heroism rescuing a damsel in distress—a scene straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster!
Then, with three sharp "pffts," Xu Yihan coughed up blood, staring at the knives that had miraculously bypassed the Marquis and were now embedded in her shoulders. If the assassin hadn't possessed precognitive abilities and hadn't targeted this worthless madam from the start, this move would have been nothing short of divine intervention! Xu Yihan, of course, knew this was impossible. Enraged, she coughed up blood twice more. She slumped against the Marquis, rolled her eyes, and with her last ounce of strength cursed, "You bastard…maybe the head will come out…what kind of assassination attempt was this…I almost…never mind…your character is just too…outrageous…"
Then her head lolled to the side, and she fainted.
Even the Marquis looked incredulously out the window at the weak assassin who had miraculously dodged the Shadow Guards just moments before, only to be instantly brought down by them. He was filled with doubt about the logic of this world.
(Fifteen) I want to see you two together!!!
She opened her eyes… weakly opening them…
a stunningly beautiful face, tear-streaked, slowly came into focus. Xu Yihan was fully awake, and the world became clear once more.
Long, thick, slightly curled eyelashes, tears streaming down her face, wiped away with a handkerchief, her nose slightly wrinkled, twitching, her thin lips trembling—truly a pitiful sight.
Seeing her pupils gradually focus, Jingyan's tears subsided, and a look of joy appeared on his face as he said, "Sister, waaaaah, you're awake! That's wonderful!"
It took Xu Yihan three minutes for her consciousness to return, and she suddenly asked, "Where is the Marquis?"
"He went to interrogate the assassin," Jingyan said virtuously. "Don't worry about him. He's so useless. He couldn't even handle a mere assassin, and he even let a girl get hurt! It's outrageous! The shoulder injury is one thing, but look at his face... *sobs*... Sister, don't worry, I won't take his side. I've already scolded him and forbade him to come see you. If you're still not satisfied, once you're better, you can decide how to get revenge. I'll help you. I can even complain to my brother, the Emperor. We're not afraid of him." "
..." Please let him come!
Moreover, it seemed he thought the injury on Xu Yihan's face was also caused by the assassin. Xu Yihan considered it for a moment, deciding it was better to let him misunderstand. She blinked and smiled, "Don't say that. Don't let me ruin your relationship with the Marquis."
"No, I'm really angry! It's one thing for him to lock me up—it's my bad luck anyway—but he even detained you in the palace! It's outrageous! His palace has no romance at all, not even a basic princess bed or dressing table. How can a girl live there…" Jingyan started sobbing again, his sympathy overflowing.
Xu Yihan thought to herself, "Damn it, how dare you say you have bad luck?" She then looked at the fate plaque .
"Little Yan, let me see your plaque again."
Jingyan was completely bewildered. He removed the fate plaque, and Xu Yihan picked it up and checked it repeatedly. It read: "The little cutie's bad luck has been distributed to others." (^o^) Everyone only has one plaque showing their fate, and everyone's fate is different. This time, taking the blame for the Marquis seems like he has this damned power of "distributing bad luck to others"! And then there was that inexplicable familiarity and connection between her and the Marquis… Could the Marquis and Jingyan really be the same person?
She suddenly sat up, ignoring the sharp pain in her shoulders, and grabbed Jingyan's shoulders, urgently saying, "Where is the Marquis? I need to see him now! I want to see you two together with my own eyes!"
Jingyan's breath hitched, his eyes widened, staring at the wounds on Xu Yihan's shoulders that had been torn open again, blood seeping through her thin clothes. The frail little uke murmured, "Ah—blood…" and then collapsed onto the bed… "…" Xu Yihan really wanted to curse, but then she immediately remembered that the Marquis didn't faint at the sight of blood!
This broken world is so arbitrary! Xu Yihan sighed, suddenly feeling utterly exhausted. She looked around; it seemed to be Jingyan's palace, all pink and fragrant. It must be said, the little uke's aesthetic taste was generally not bad.
But now Xu Yihan had no mood to appreciate it; she just wanted to grab some snacks and slump down in a state of utter despair. Perhaps she'd grown accustomed to the abuse, for she didn't even think to call for a servant. She slowly got out of bed, walked to the door, and glanced up unintentionally, seeing a black figure about to disappear around the corner at the end of the corridor near the palace gate.
Xu Yihan instinctively shouted, "Xiao Wang, you stop right there!"
A silver mask covered his face. Even from a distance of several steps, Xu Yihan had almost no doubt that it was him.
Xiao Wang was the name of the Marquis of Guanshan, and this was the first time Xu Yihan had spoken his name directly. All her usual flattery and jovialness had vanished, leaving only this urgent cry.
The man in black paused. Xu Yihan rubbed her eyes, leaned against the door, glanced at the man in the silver mask around the corner, then at Jingyan still unconscious on the bed, her heart filled with a raging storm… The Marquis turned his head, his cold, sharp eyes calm and undisturbed, the deep pupils concealing a torrent of emotions. Xu Yihan stared at him blankly, her soul seemingly captivated by his gaze. He pursed his lips, said nothing, and strode away. His retreating figure wasn't exactly lonely, yet Xu Yihan felt as if her heart had been ripped out.
She lay paralyzed in bed for days, her eyes vacant, a lifeless shell. After Jingyan woke up, she no longer mentioned wanting to see the Marquis. The considerate and handsome man put that aside, tenderly caring for her at her bedside. Except for not being able to treat her wounds, he spent his days chatting with her, peeling fruit, and feeding her, and his nights telling stories and jokes to lull her to sleep—attentive to every need.
As for the Marquis, he never appeared again.
After her injuries healed, he seemed to have no intention of taking her back to Ganyi Palace.
So when Jingyan came to ask for her opinion, Xu Yihan suggested returning to Jinyan Pavilion.
The journey had been exhausting, both physically and mentally, and she suddenly longed to go home.
Although Jingyan was regretful, he still nodded reluctantly, his eyes brimming with tears as he saw her off from the palace. He held her hand and said a hundred times, "I will come to see you," then a hundred times, "You must come to see me too," and finally a hundred times, "Xiao Wang is a big bad guy."
Xu Yihan teased him a hundred times. As she left, she glanced back at Ganyi Palace, her eyes filled with complex and conflicted emotions.
She had thought that being by his side was merely out of fear, a way to escape by flattering and ingratiating herself. But now, as she thought back, scenes flashed through her mind: his dashing figure as he galloped across the crowd, the moment their eyes met across the sea of people, his retreat after being humiliated, casually tossing his clothes into her arms, his cold words yet immediate protection of her, that one look from him, the last look, and the instant he pursed his lips and left.
It was as if all the past had vanished like smoke.
The Jin Yan Pavilion was bustling for several days after welcoming back the madam. Everywhere was filled with laughter, singing, and dancing. Everyone flattered her, and their gossipy nature was unmistakable. They tried every trick in the book to get information out of Xu Yihan, wanting to know "what it's like to be dragged away in the street by the Marquis." Xu Yihan refused to mention anything about the palace, wandering among the crowds, spending her days drinking and reveling, living a life of decadence and debauchery.
Jingyan's confinement order and Xu Yihan's house arrest were lifted together, but due to the Emperor's grand banquet, he had to stay in the palace. After that period, he resumed his routine of visiting brothels. Nine out of ten times he visited, he found Xu Yihan drunk, and he would angrily drag her back to her room.
Xu Yihan, her eyes already blurry from drinking, could barely make out Jing Yan's furrowed brows. She grinned and pulled his hand, trying to ingratiate herself, "Little Yan, you're here too. Keep this old man company while he drinks."
Jing Yan staggered and fell onto her, the two rolling around on the bed, the atmosphere ambiguous. As the alcohol intensified, Xu Yihan suddenly rolled over and pinned him down, their familiar, faint scents mingling in their breaths.
Xu Yihan gazed at him for a long time, then chuckled and lowered her head to bite his lips.
Their clothes gradually fell away, a burning restlessness rising between their intertwined lips and tongues. Xu Yihan's mind was in turmoil; the recent, heart-wrenching, unspeakable pain seemed to slowly unfold before him. Her dependence, affection, intimacy, struggle, and helplessness mingled together, all poured into their passionate kiss.
Just before penetration, Xu Yihan suddenly stopped, her slender hand brushing against his flawless, handsome face, murmuring, "Jingyan." Jingyan
held his breath, then heard her say, "Xiao Wang..."
He abruptly stopped, his soft eyes brimming with tears and confusion, followed by a struggle between inner and outer forces, which quickly subsided.
The dazed Xu Yihan stared blankly into his eyes, when suddenly the world spun around her. Before she could react, he had forcefully pinned her down. The man's body was fair and slender, yet his arms around her waist were strong. His familiar face remained breathtakingly beautiful, gentle and tender, but his dark eyes held a fierce possessiveness, a sharp edge that seemed to flash from their depths.
Xu Yihan's intoxicated eyes slowly brightened. She was about to speak when he pressed a finger to stop her from uttering the words.
The man's hot, hard object, like a branding iron, aimed at the entrance of her vagina, slowly but irresistibly pushing inward, inch by inch opening the tight passage and penetrating deep into her body. The friction and fullness of the pleasure made Xu Yihan let out a soft moan, her waist twisting and slightly lifting to meet the man's long thrust, and two tears inexplicably rolled from the corners of her eyes.
(Sixteen) Making love seriously...
The man thrust his penis deep into her vagina, the hot and moist place was intoxicating, and the woman's light panting and breathing caused her body to tremble slightly. Her vagina tightly gripped and slowly contracted, slowly embedding the hot and hard jade pillar into the vaginal wall, seeping into her bones and blood and storing it properly. The warm and moist vagina overflowed with desire fluid, moistening the hard and strong spear inside as it writhed and rubbed, grinding and twisting against the flower core, and when it rotated and swayed, it also soothed the tender flesh that protruded, endlessly tender.
The man's tall, slender upper body pressed against her jade-like body. His long, delicate fingers caressed Xu Yihan's smooth, long hair, his fingers threading through her countless strands, gently stroking her. A surge of love and desire welled up within him; the indescribable emotion of their union was almost unforgettable. His kisses landed on her face, lingering and wandering over the fine scars, his soft, warm lips imprinted on them, his gentle, ambiguous breaths washing over her. Xu Yihan opened her hazy eyes, gazing at him with a nameless sadness.
Jing Yan frowned, his handsome brows furrowed, complex emotions swirling deep within his pupils. A surge of passion welled up within him, a burning desire searing his very bones and skin, making him restless and uneasy. He spoke, his voice pure and bright, warming the very core of her being: "Do you want it?"
"Hmm..." A slight headache throbbed at this moment. Fine wine could soothe a thousand sorrows, but it dulled her body. Xu Yihan wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies pressing even closer together. The beast buried deep within her stirred restlessly, no longer under Jingyan's control.
Jingyan slightly raised his upper body, his hands bracing at her sides, and slowly withdrew his member. The smooth curve of his waist and hips changed with the rhythm of his body. His penis, glistening with moisture, was pulled out quite a bit, leaving only the thick glans supporting the entrance. Xu Yihan instinctively arched her back and twisted her hips. A tingling emptiness filled her passage, her juices flowing more abundantly, and her body growing increasingly hot.
The jade stem thrust in and out continuously, Jingyan gradually increasing the frequency. His lustful dragon unleashed its bestial nature, pounding heavily into the flower's core, pounding the sensitive areas deep within the jade orifice. The downward thrusts created powerful friction, the hard shaft scraping and grinding against the tender flesh of the orifice walls, then being sucked in and wrapped around, biting and pulling at the glans, deeply embedded in the creases of the penis. During intercourse, their genitals became increasingly tightly intertwined, lubricated by the aphrodisiac fluid, making entry and exit smoother, the thrusts powerful and rapid, the sounds of flesh slapping gradually intensifying. The aphrodisiac fluid seeping from the orifice made a crisp "slap" sound as the testicles struck the woman's body.
"Mmm...ah...mmm, mmm ah! Ah...ah..." Xu Yihan frowned, her face showing pain. The unspeakable pleasure and satisfaction turned into soft moans and gasps. The brocade quilt crumpled between her fingers, and her slender fingers gradually tightened, her knuckles turning white. Her legs, which had been spread apart, bent at the knees and stood upright. Her seductive orifice received the deep thrusts of the giant python. Her pink flower lips were stretched open by the huge rod, blooming petal by petal, covered with honey-like fluid, exuding a faint fragrance of love and desire. The full, fleshy bead at the top was already as hard as a pebble. With each powerful thrust, it was occasionally pricked by the short, stiff hairs. Her pure, hairless mons pubis was tempting to be ravaged. Her flat lower abdomen rose and fell, and her fair, slender waist was so delicate that it could be grasped with one hand. At this moment, it was tightly held by the man's hand, lifting it up as the jade rod penetrated, allowing the sexual organs to merge even deeper. Her
full, jade-like breasts rose high like snow-capped mountains, each topped with two cherry-like nipples. The two soft
, rounded mounds swayed up and down with the intense intercourse, their waves rippling. "So beautiful...so tight, mmm..." The man's breathing grew heavier and hotter. The enchanting scene before him shifted with each vigorous thrust. The deep valley of her breasts tightly enveloped his penis, her soft body blooming beneath him with alluring beauty, bearing the undulating waves of desire between them. Her swaying breasts, a shimmering expanse of white, were so beautiful that they stirred a sudden urge to destroy and possess her.
Jingyan lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. His nimble tongue swirled and teased, pressing down on the nipple with its tip, greedily licking and playing with the protrusion. His tongue greedily swept over every inch of the delicate skin of her snow-white breast, its saliva moistening her thirsty body, stirring the woman's deepest desires.
"Ah, ah ah..." Xu Yihan's soft moans and panting gradually quickened, her nipples being gently teased and played with, her sensitive spots being explored in new allure, her alluring orifice subjected to the relentless pounding and pounding of the towering rod, passion erupting, water and milk mingling. Intertwined, her body trembled and quivered, screaming and going wild, releasing a thoroughly satisfying ecstasy and an even more insatiable thirst.
Their bodies intertwined, thrusting upwards and yielding downwards; the man's increasingly rapid thrusts and the woman's increasingly unrestrained swaying body were deeply intertwined, the emptiness within being covered by endless, scalding lava, the rough, grinding bulges bursting forth with waves of pleasure, the high-frequency thrusts igniting a passionate tremor in her very bones and flesh. Jingyan's sexy, low breaths brewed an explosion of wild desire, and the rhythm of his thrusting became disordered. What was originally a measured in-and-out motion gradually turned into a brutal, left-and-right thrusting, wantonly ramming into her alluring orifice. He fucked Xu Yihan until her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her cherry lips uttered even more unbearable moans. Her seductive words were unrestrained, flowing from her mouth in accordance with the rise and fall of her desire: "Mmm... mmm! Jingyan! Ah! Ah... you're going in too hard, oh... my little hole, my little hole is being fucked so badly..."
Her face was flushed with passion, and amidst the rolling hot sweat, her desire was overflowing. Her body wrapped itself around the man's strong waist with even more passion, her legs hooked around his back, her waist and hips swaying wildly with the fierce thrusting of his jade stem, her buttocks trembling slightly, her thighs twitching, and the walls of her alluring orifice contracting and expanding endlessly.
Her watery eyes swirled with tenderness and desire, alluring and enchanting, naturally radiating the unique charm of a woman in the throes of intercourse. Her soft breaths, like feathers, tickled the man's heart; her moans, like cat claws scratching at his lower abdomen, ignited a burning desire within him. The restlessness of his body and the unspoken possessiveness within him erupted simultaneously, driving Jingyan even more frenzied. His jade stem pounded fiercely and relentlessly, thrusting straight into her flower pot. When he withdrew, he brought out clinging, alluring flesh and copious amounts of semen, splattering it onto her tender white buttocks, where it was slapped by his testicles, creating a frothy, erotic mess.
The ferocious, surging waves intensified the surge of pleasure. Sparks flew from her lower body, while electric currents coursed through her limbs. Xu Yihan was adrift in a raging sea of desire, tossed and turned, powerless to resist. She felt wave after wave of towering waves crashing down upon her, her body, melted by the scorching lava, bobbing up and down in the turbulent blue sea, sometimes suffocating, sometimes feeling exhilarated. Only her suppressed moans could relieve the pleasure that had reached its limit: "Ugh...it's inside my uterus...ugh...no...ahhh..."
Jing Yan groaned as he continued his vigorous thrusting, pressing down on her wildly flailing hands with one hand, their palms pressed together, their fingers intertwined, tightly clenched.
(Seventeen) Indecent sex...
High H. Her hand, which had nowhere to cling to, found support and instinctively pulled it close. Xu Yihan's chest heaved violently, and her lower body trembled and shuddered from her lower abdomen up to her groin. Her vagina was being fiercely penetrated and stabbed, her legs spasmed, and her toes curled slightly.
Her moans gradually became louder and louder, and her hands tightened more and more, almost making the veins on the back of her hands stand out, as if she had used up all her strength. Even Jingyan felt a little pain.
The relentless, pile-driving thrusts erupted again at an even higher frequency. The "plop plop" sounds of the thrusting and the "slap slap" sounds of the slapping were like the dense drumbeats of a battlefield. Xu Yihan's brows furrowed tightly, her face contorted in pain, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of her eye. Amidst muffled groans and uncontrollable seductive moans, she sobbed, "Ah... um~~ Lord Marquis... you... ah! ah... who exactly... are you..."
The man's vigorous thrusting did not stop; instead, it became even faster. His imposing jade pillar plunged deep into her secret orifice, then immediately withdrew, repeating the cycle rhythmically, densely and domineeringly pounding into her body. A flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes as he lowered his head to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes. The impact of his lower body rendered them both incapable of thought; only genuine feelings and sincerity escaped their lips with soft moans: "It's all..."
Xu Yihan's already fragmented mind was shaken to its core by these two words, causing a violent upheaval. In an instant, the earth shook, and countless sorrows and struggles turned to dust, inch by inch annihilated in the frenzied tremor.
The pleasure hovering at its limit was pushed to its breaking point by her trembling mind. In the instant of climax, tears welled up in her eyes, flowing down her cheeks along with the ultimate pleasure that spread throughout her body.
"I'm sorry..."
Her slightly hoarse voice was choked with complex emotions and guilt. The intense thrusting stopped abruptly with the final, fierce piercing. The throbbing jade stem was buried deep in her flesh, convulsing and grinding against the contracting, writhing tender flesh. Semen spurted from the glans, and a tingling pleasure rose and flowed up her tailbone. The scalding desire that exploded in her lower abdomen made her body tremble uncontrollably, intoxicating and soul-stirring, her soul and flesh trembling.
"Mmm—ahhh, oh...you bastard..." Xu Yihan bit her lip, unable to stop the tears from flowing freely, and unable to suppress the palpitations of orgasm. Her upper body arched, unable to resist the waves of pleasure throughout her body. The taut strings of her heart were plucked into rapid, crisp notes. Her mind was a chaotic mess, with colorful fireworks, strange patterns, dappled light and shadow, and even ethereal, scattered musical notes, all fluttering and swaying between heaven and earth, sometimes merging, sometimes flashing, sometimes overlapping, and so on. The fine downy hairs standing on end on her skin, the hot sweat dripping from her chin onto her neck, the delicate collarbone protruding prominently, the toes curling tightly... every part of her body was uncontrollably blooming with unrestrained passion, roaring, clamoring, hissing, endlessly... the collision of passion was replaced by a silent explosion, silence speaking louder than words. The two bodies, tightly intertwined, seemed to have even their bones and blood fused together, experiencing the same ecstatic and frenzied bliss.
"Ah..."
"Hmm... um..."
"Um..."
An ambiguous and tender atmosphere floated in the air, the heavy breathing and panting gradually subsided, Xu Yihan's fingers slowly relaxed, her eyes gradually cleared, her tear stains still visible, gazing deeply at the man before her.
Even after the climax, he felt unsatisfied. Noticing the questioning look in her eyes, he chuckled softly, pulled her into his arms, rolled over, and lay beneath her, becoming her cushion, looking utterly submissive. He said, "It was my fault, but I didn't mean to."
Xu Yihan was eighty percent sober now, her body throbbing with pleasure. Her earlier crying had released much of her pent-up frustration, and she had forgotten most of her grievances. She playfully pinched his chest, feigning anger, and said, "Tell me the truth!"
"I don't know where to begin," he said, stroking his chin, his eyes sparkling with liveliness.
"I'll ask you questions, you answer them." Xu Yihan straddled him, exuding an aura of authority, raising her chin condescendingly.
The man chuckled wickedly and hummed in agreement, then thrust his hips forward, his half-erect penis inside her swaying restlessly, swelling again.
Xu Yihan's face flushed slightly. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her down, sitting her down hard, which only intensified the friction. A "squelch" sound followed, and her vagina gushed with fluid, soaking the man's pubic hair.
"..." Xu Yihan frowned. "Don't try to fool me. Jingyan and Xiao Wang don't have the 'cheap' attribute!"
He remained unfazed, seemingly prepared to answer her questions while he fucked her. His lower body thrust incessantly, not quickly, but Xu Yihan could feel his member hardening, thickening, and lengthening inside her, soon filling her vagina completely, causing her will to waver and crumble, her desire surging.
But the next second, her scattered thoughts were struck by a thunderbolt from the man's words: "They are all me, but I am more than them. You can call me Jige."
"..." So you have more than two personalities! Wait, the name Ji Ge… why does it sound familiar?
Xu Yihan frowned, thinking for half a minute, trying to catch that fleeting glimmer of memory. Taking advantage of the moment, Ji Ge thrust rapidly, his jade stem swaying and stirring inside her, making Xu Yihan restless and her mind wander. Just as she was about to get angry, Ji Ge seemed to read her mind, suddenly sitting up and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her intimately, his kisses spreading from her cheeks to her ears, making Xu Yihan's body go weak. Her voice softened: “Mmm… this name… I think I’ve heard it before… ah…”
A sly glint flashed in Ji Ge's eyes. He sucked on her earlobe a few times, his warm tongue and gentle breaths both incredibly alluring, teasing Xu Yihan until she was completely aroused. He chuckled, “Of course I’ve heard it. I greeted you as soon as you arrived.”
Another bolt from the blue!
Ji Ge!
Isn't that the idiot god who calls himself "Nine Heavens Jade Universe Heavenly Tide Venerable, Dream Immortal Servant, Human God, Prince Ji Ge"?!
Xu Yihan's first feeling was that she had been fucked.
Ji Ge frowned: "Don't talk bad about me in your heart. Is it so enjoyable to be fucked by a dog?" Then, as punishment, he suddenly increased the speed of his thrusting, his genitals pounding in and out of her hole with wide, open strokes. The "slap slap" sound became more and more frequent, making Xu Yihan unable to control herself. She let out moans, which were charming and melodious, mixed with unwilling curses. It was a strange sight: "Hmm... ah... hmm~~~ Don't, too... too fast, um... you... you control my thoughts, you fucking... cheating... ah ah... hmm ah!"
Ji Ge was moving vigorously while shamelessly saying: "I can't help it. According to you, I am the GM."
Split-personality idiot god (18) That's right, I just want to see myself attacking and receiving...
h In the brothel of Jinyan Pavilion, what was originally just an inappropriate sound for children gradually evolved into a strange sound... "Hmm... hum... you, you... you fucking... ah ah~~ deliberately playing with me"
"slap slap slap..."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
The man's slightly hoarse voice rolled out a deep sigh, his chest heaving, his hips thrusting even more wildly: "How could that be? I just wanted to play with you... Hmm, so tight... Jingyan and Xiao Wang were already here before you arrived."
"Oh, it seems... Hmm!" The woman hesitated for a moment, her thoughts interrupted and crushed by the violent thrusting from below. She groaned and managed to utter a complete sentence with difficulty: "No... then it's acting... playing with me!"
"Don't always speculate about your man based on conspiracy theories." Ji Ge smiled, seemingly angry yet playful. His slender waist suddenly burst forth with tremendous force, thrusting wildly like a motor, his huge member pounding into her alluring orifice. The iron-like member plunged into the narrow opening and stirred, the already wet and hot honey hole merging with the ever-increasing friction, sending a wave of bone-deep tingling sensation through her.
"Mmm...mmm! Ahhh~ Ah! You son of a bitch...mmm! So good...oh...faster...want...want...mmm~~I...ah~~" Xu Yihan's body was limp and powerless, her hands supporting her on his legs from behind, her upper body leaning back, so that her vulva faced the direction of the jade stem's penetration, receiving the huge thing's powerful thrusts again and again. The tight vulva was stretched open by the hard and swollen flesh, and then brutally pounded and pounded, the vulva clinging to the shaft was squeezed until it was dripping with lustful fluid, which flowed down the jade pillar in streams. The pink vulva, the fleshy penis, and the honey-like fluid that was slapped and dripped and splashed incessantly, the strong contrast was reflected in the depths of Ji Ge's pupils, making him unable to control himself and fucking more and more fiercely, wishing he could possess all that infinite spring scenery for himself.
The jade pillar pounded into her honeyed depths, thrusting and pumping relentlessly. Xu Yihan twisted her hips, panting seductively, her forehead glistening with fragrant sweat, her back arching in a beautiful curve, her breasts swaying gently, a small mound slightly protruding from her lower abdomen. Her lower body trembled intermittently, her crumbling will gradually being swallowed up by the surging heat, completely melting into the sea of desire.
The interrogation, which didn't last long, was soon interrupted by soft moans, the seductive sounds rising and falling, gradually increasing in volume. Combined with the ambiguous musky scent floating in the air, it aroused the two of them even more uncontrollably, making them more and more frenzied. They rolled from the bed to the floor, then from the edge of the bed to the round table in the center. Xu Yihan lay sprawled, her upper body lying down, but her legs were raised high and rested on the man's shoulders. Ji Ge raised his massive penis high, standing outside the woman's vulva, holding her legs, leaning forward, and thrusting fiercely with a diving momentum. His massive penis ground against her jade-like vulva, stirring Xu Yihan to the point of ecstasy.
"I'm going to die... no... ah! faster... mmm..." Swept into the vortex of desire, Xu Yihan gave up resisting and simply indulged in the revelry. At the moment of nearing her limit, her face showed extreme pain, her slender neck stiffened, and the pleasure that could not be contained could only pour out of her mouth in a chaotic manner. She choked and cried out, "Waaaaah... I want... I want... fuck me to death~ ahh! It's going to break, waaaaah..."
The penis thrust wildly dozens of times, pushing Xu Yihan straight to the peak. She wailed and climaxed. Ji Ge was still not satisfied and continued to thrust, riding wildly in the tightening and spasming vulva, bringing a new wave of tides.
The man's long, ink-black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, a lock falling across his forehead, fluttering with each vigorous movement, occasionally obscuring his eyes. His exquisitely sculpted features were flawless, his dark pupils unfathomable, his eyes both lively and profound. His thin lips, pressed into a line, occasionally parted slightly to exhale long breaths. His tall, slender torso was slender, his skin translucent white, his legs straight and long. His waist and hips, though lacking visible muscles, possessed boundless energy. Each thrust resonated deep within Xu Yihan's bones, her sensitive spots erupting with layers of pleasure. In those moments of intense arousal, she suddenly realized that his seemingly reckless and mindless thrusting always struck at the deepest desires of her body, intoxicating, captivating, and ensnaring her… Through her slightly open, hazy vision, she saw his passionate face, resembling Jing Yan, Xiao Wang, and sometimes, another slightly unfamiliar person.
As dawn broke, Xu Yihan lay limp on the bed, while Ji Ge, who had been thrusting all night, lay motionless beside her. Their two satisfied bodies exuded a unique scent of pent-up desire, a pleasure palpable even from several steps away.
Xu Yihan nudged Ji Ge, too weak to even ask a question. Fortunately, mind-reading was a piece of cake for a god, so they engaged in a silent exchange, the entire time sounding like Ji Ge mumbling to himself under the covers.
Xu Yihan understood it to mean this: Being a god gets boring after a while, so Ji Ge casually split his personality. Jingyan and Xiao Wang each represent a part of his personality, registered in the mortal realm. He only has one physical body, but his soul is divided into two. He created this as a fun concept. The remaining, somewhat dim-witted and goofy personality stays in the upper realm to handle affairs.
The two halves of his soul in the mortal realm are unaware that they are a split personality of a god. They randomly dominate their physical bodies, whichever personality emerges and manifests that person. However, occasionally, the two halves clash, and they briefly separate into another body, each accommodating the other. Therefore, both Jingyan and Xiao Wang believe the other is real. They are, after all, of the same origin and have a close connection. Thus, Jingyan always wants Xiao Wang's approval and affection, while Xiao Wang is also concerned about whether Jingyan's feelings are being manipulated.
Only members of the royal family in the mortal realm know about "Jingyan's" split personality, and their solution is to indulge him, treating whichever personality emerges as that person.
Xu Yihan frowned and thought for a long time. Her overflowing gossip energy made her impatiently ask, "I understand the logic, but why are they engaged? Why does the Emperor have such heavy tastes?"
At this, Ji Ge turned to look at her, blinking, "This has nothing to do with my brother, it was my arrangement." "
..."
"Don't you want to see them get engaged to each other? Don't you think it's hilarious?"
"..." Xu Yihan's lips twitched. She imagined it, but the scene was too beautiful to contemplate further.
"Tsk, it's a pity we can't see it." Ji Ge sighed with regret. "Once the spirits merge, even the one from the upper realm gets dragged in. Even when they separate, they all know their origins."
Xu Yihan smiled insincerely: "I think... one of your three personalities is superfluous. You should remove him as soon as possible."
Split Personality, Mentally Challenged God (19) How can one have it all and
not let down Jingyan and Xiao Wang? Xu Yihan suddenly remembered the important matter and turned to face him directly, saying: "What exactly are you planning to do with my perverted mission?"
Ji Ge glanced at her: "You want to leave already?"
Xu Yihan was about to argue with him when she found that the liveliness in his eyes suddenly quieted down. His expression was gentle and calm, but it was a serious look. His lazy smile made him look warm, which made Xu Yihan speechless for a moment. She also stopped laughing and frowned slightly, saying: "It's not that..."
"Don't worry." Ji Ge wrapped his long arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her head, rubbing against her hair. He closed his eyes and said, "When it's time to leave, I'll let you go back. For now, you can just be a good madam."
"Mmm..."
The familiar embrace was incredibly comforting. After a night of commotion, Xu Yihan was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
She slept soundly until the morning of the third day. When Xu Yihan woke up, rubbing her eyes, she found herself sprawled on the large, carved wooden bed, still wearing only a single layer of clothing.
Searching her memory, she could still connect it to what had happened before she got drunk and had sex. Looking around, she saw Ji Ge sitting neatly dressed at the table, picking up a crystal shrimp dumpling with chopsticks and putting it in his mouth. The table was filled with exquisite pastries, and a pot of hot tea was brewed. He was enjoying himself immensely.
Xu Yihan didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She ran over barefoot and swallowed the shrimp dumpling in one gulp.
The shrimp dumpling that was almost in her mouth was snatched away, but Ji Ge wasn't angry. She smiled and said, "Eat
if you're hungry." Xu Yihan wasn't just hungry; she was starving. She ate and drank without any regard for her image, swallowing three custard buns. While chewing, she remembered that there was someone next to her, so she kindly asked, "Are you full?"
"I'm full." Ji Ge rested her chin on her hand, blinked her alluring eyes, and found her wolfing down her food exceptionally cute. However, the old scar on her bulging cheeks was particularly glaring.
"Does it still hurt?" He reached out to touch the wound, his cool fingers brushing against it. Xu Yihan, this seasoned driver, actually felt a little shy, turning her face away and saying casually, "It doesn't seem like... um... it's already healed, isn't it? The ointment Jingyan got from the palace is top-notch!"
Ji Ge frowned, his face showing obsessive-compulsive disorder, and said, "But I can still tell, I put it on you..."
"No!" Xu Yihan suddenly covered her face and jumped up from the stool, "This is evidence that you bullied me, I have to keep it. You can put it on whenever you want, and pretend it never happened? You gods are so capricious."
Ji Ge was stunned, paused, and lowered his eyes, saying, "It won't happen again."
Xu Yihan felt a little uncomfortable seeing the gloom on his face. Wearing Jingyan's skin, he should be crying right now... uh, if he cried, he would have to be comforted. Thinking about it that way, it's better not to cry.
Xu Yihan sat down and said, "Don't worry, I don't hold grudges, don't blame yourself. You can't even see it after applying powder, it's really nothing."
Ji Ge's eyes lit up: "I had Eunuch Liu send over some newly presented skincare products, including pearl powder from the Eastern Wu royal court. The concealing effect is top-notch, I'll try it in a bit."
"Okay, okay, okay, where? Don't wait, try it now!" Xu Yihan stuffed two pieces of meat into her mouth and excitedly reached for his hand. Ji Ge smiled gently and indeed took out a wooden box from under the dressing table. Inside were many brocade boxes. Opening them, she found sparkling jewelry that Jing Yan had promised to bring her, fragrant rouge, lipstick, pearl powder, perfume, and some exquisite little trinkets that she had somehow managed to find. All of them were of the highest quality. Xu Yihan was truly captivated by them. After washing up, she sat in front of the mirror and played with them. Ji Ge, on the other hand, skillfully styled her hair and applied makeup.
He bustled about, sometimes arranging her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, his slender fingers deftly handling the hairpins, ornaments, and strands of hair, sometimes bending over to check the effect, his eyes focused intently.
Xu Yihan examined the brocade box one by one, then looked at him in the mirror. Every movement was natural and tender; even such a womanly affair felt natural to him. His earnest and meticulous manner inspired respect and warmed her heart.
It's ironic, really. Many people in the world have thought, "This is good, that is good," and thus find it hard to choose between them. How perfect it would be to have both, or even both combined! In this light, Xu Yihan seemed to have gotten quite a bargain. However, to say that being combined would be so wonderful wasn't entirely true.
Her previous inner conflict stemmed from the fact that she seemed to have feelings for both of them, causing her to struggle and feel guilty and regretful no matter what. Unexpectedly, these two were actually the same person. Without Jingyan and Xiao Wang, only Ji Ge remained. Sometimes, one could see Jingyan's endearing qualities in Ji Ge, and sometimes Xiao Wang's charm in him. But when both souls shrank to one-third each, something was inevitably lost.
However, why be so greedy and demanding, ungrateful? Such desires are insatiable, and one will gain no happiness whatsoever.
Lost in thought for a moment, Ji Ge's voice interrupted her reverie: "Alright, look."
Xu Yihan looked in the mirror. The woman in the mirror had delicate features, her eyes sparkling, her smooth, flawless face without a trace of makeup. Her lips were painted a vibrant red, full and bright, exceptionally lively. Her hair ornaments, adorned with delicate hairpins and dangling pendants, were perfectly placed. Even Xu Yihan herself couldn't help but sigh, exclaiming with delight, "Tsk, I really envy you, to see a beauty like me."
Then, seeing Ji Ge roll his eyes in the mirror, she quickly pinched him. After
a while of playful banter, Ji Ge said, "Don't waste such a beautiful time in a brothel. Today, I'll take you horseback riding."
Xu Yihan was overjoyed
, waving her arms and legs. Horseback riding wasn't suitable for "Jingyan," so Ji Ge opened his right hand, and in the blink of an eye, "Xiao Wang's" silver mask lay in his palm, its understated luxury reflecting light.
Xu Yihan looked at him with a complex and strange expression, shaking her head and saying, "Thinking about it again, I still feel that splitting myself into two personalities for self-pleasure is truly morally reprehensible."
Ji Ge pressed the mask onto his face, using his magical power to make it adhere to his body, covering most of his face. His clothes changed instantly, black robes with silver sleeves, and a faint dragon pattern that was slightly dazzling. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from Xiao Lingjun Jingyan into Guanshanhou Xiao Wang.
"Take care of whether your internal organs will collapse first." Ji Ge didn't give Xu Yihan time to be surprised or savor his words. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. With a "whoosh," he lightly carried her out of the window.
"Ah... ugh!"
Split Personality, Mentally Challenged God (20) Difference Between Human and God!
"Ahhhhh!"
In the royal hunting grounds in the eastern suburbs of the capital, a woman's excited shouts came. A horse galloped, and on the bumpy back of the horse, a man and a woman sat upright. Xu Yihan nestled in Ji Ge's arms, held by his arms. Even though she was riding on the saddle, she could still feel the feeling of being unable to control her body as the horse galloped. She could only stick tightly to Ji Ge's chest.
The whooshing wind whistled past her ears, making Xu Yihan's heart pound with anxiety, while Ji Ge continued to laugh behind her.
Xu Yihan risked nudging him with her elbow, but Ji Ge didn't budge, his words still carrying a mischievous smile: "Stop fooling around, you'll be the one falling, not me."
"Aaaaaah! Aren't you a god? Can't you give me some divine power to cushion the impact or something?" The scenery that was just a distance away was suddenly right in front of her, and Xu Yihan hadn't adjusted after howling for a while, inevitably thinking of shortcuts like cheating.
Ji Ge pouted: "That's so boring. As a god's woman, you have to be strong enough yourself."
"If I'm strong, what the hell do I need you for! Damn it..." Despite his words, as he gradually got used to this bumpy speed, he endured the discomfort in his buttocks and actually became more and more excited. Riding a fine horse really gave him a special sense of accomplishment.
Ji Ge, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, first let Xu Yihan adjust for a while, then suddenly performed several sharp turns, making Xu Yihan sway from side to side in his arms, dizzy and disoriented. She angrily pinched his waist.
Ji Ge didn't react at all, even taking the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek. While she was distracted, he took out his bow and arrow, tempting her, "Let's make a bet."
"What?" Xu Yihan's attention was easily diverted.
"If you can shoot a prey today, I'll take you to the sky." As Ji Ge spoke, he drew the bowstring, pointing the arrow towards the sky. Xu Yihan looked up and saw a bird startled from the depths of the forest, its flight path unpredictable, its speed so fast that it streaked across the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Ji Ge released his finger, and the arrow flew out with a whoosh, followed by the bird falling from the sky.
Xu Yihan tilted her head back in an odd posture and stared at Ji Ge's chin. Through the gap between the mask and his face, she could see his features. His features were handsome and his face was covered up, which only made people think more.
"It is indeed tempting, but I have a question. What is it like for a god to kill in the mortal realm?"
Ji Ge didn't even look at her, spurring his horse towards where the bird had fallen, saying, "What kind of experience could there be? You'll know when you get to heaven. This world is just a little game for me."
Xu Yihan said indignantly, "Don't say such unpopular things, okay?"
Ji Ge held the reins with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist tighter, rubbing her a couple of times, then smiled and said, "Your fandom is enough." After flirting with her, he became slightly more serious and said, "The worlds are just nested games, some people know it, some people don't, that's all. This mortal realm is my game, and the divine realm I inhabit is someone else's game. Being manipulated and played by gods is part of human destiny. For example, when there are tsunamis and landslides, after humans blame the heavens for being blind, they still have to adapt to this kind of variable survival. Even survival itself is just a matter of a single thought."
Xu Yihan was shocked and said indignantly, "Why do I feel like I have no control over anything?"
Ji Ge lowered his head... First thought: "I've accessed the data in your brain about your 'real world.' Let me give you an example you can understand better. You have many games with NPCs, quests, PvP, guilds... They construct a complete worldview with a complete survival system and unique world logic. For example, a character can revive by taking medicine after dying. Hmm, much simpler and more straightforward than me. But actually, the action of taking medicine isn't done by the character; the player controls the dead character to take the medicine. Imagine you are a character living in that world. When you die, if you have enough money or medicine in your inventory, a mysterious force will revive you at a teleportation point. Gradually, you understand this fact, so as long as you have enough money or medicine, you can fight recklessly, or even jump off a building to die casually when you're bored. Your behavioral logic is completely different from this human world where you can't be revived. Do you still think games are just games? How much more noble is reality than games?"
"..." The amount of information was too much for Xu Yihan to process. This was a topic that could cause her worldview to collapse!
The horse galloped swiftly to the bird shot down by an arrow. Ji Ge bent down, picked up the arrow, and saw the bird skewered on it. The moment his gaze fell upon it, the bird suddenly came to life, fluttering away along the shaft. Then, miraculously, it regained its vitality and gracefully disappeared before Xu Yihan's eyes.
"Don't even think about it," Ji Ge said. "You 'human' species are limited in your 'perspective' from the very beginning. You can only see the world from your own perspective. You may discover planets, solar systems, galaxies, and the universe, but you can never truly transcend that. In our divine realm, when we create worlds for fun, we prefer to use humans as the main force because they are intelligent enough but lack great wisdom—stable and not chaotic." Ji Ge said, shoving the bow and arrow into her hand.
Xu Yihan retorted angrily, "Is this some kind of hierarchy of contempt?"
"Look how shallow you are." Ji Ge looked at her seriously. "So what if you despise them? So what if you're despised? Gods are indeed nobler than humans, and humans are nobler than other creatures, but humans become arrogant because of this. Gods don't. In your words, humans aren't the masters, yet they think they're superior, while gods are the masters, but because they know they are also masters, being a master isn't surprising, and being a master is also common. Knowing this fact allows you to maintain a normal mindset most of the time. However, the fact that you develop seven emotions and six desires because of this is your unique characteristic."
Xu Yihan's focus was drawn away again. "Don't gods have emotions?"
Ji Ge thought for a moment. "Gods' emotions are very faint. What is deeply etched in a human heart is nothing to a god. For example, all the words in the divine realm are neutral, describing only facts without praise or blame."
Xu Yihan's eyes darted around, glancing at his mask a few times, and she said with a grin, "Okay, then take me to see the world of gods."
Ji Ge pulled on the reins, slowing the horse's hooves, then patted her head, teaching her the posture for shooting arrows, guiding her hand in demonstration. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his hands never left the back of Xu Yihan's hands.
"So heavy!!" Xu Yihan used all her strength to draw the bow, the string taut, the arrow trembling up and down.
Split-Personality, Idiot God (Twenty-One) Because I Love You
"Ouch! Ouch—Awooooo!" "
..."
Ji Ge glanced at Xu Yihan, then at the horse lying on the ground, his mind filled with thoughts of a stampede of alpacas.
He had to recall what had just happened.
Xu Yihan grimaced as she drew the bow, eagerly gripping the arrow. Even with Ji Ge's support, her hand was still sore and numb. Then, in a moment of madness, she loosened her grip, and the arrow shot out without warning. Her steed suffered an undeserved fate, struck in the neck, neighing and rearing up. Luckily, Ji Ge reacted quickly, pulling Xu Yihan off the horse. The ambushed horse then galloped away in agony.
"Ugh!" Xu Yihan frowned, decisively dropping the bow and arrow, and grabbed Ji Ge's arm for protection. "Can we undo it? Can we rewind time? Waaah! I have no grudge against the horse, I really didn't mean to hurt it!"
Ji Ge glanced at her sideways: "How much is saving a horse worth? You decide." He shamelessly leaned his face closer.
Xu Yihan quickly lifted her mask and planted two kisses on his cheeks. Ji Ge, taking advantage of the situation, remained motionless. Xu Yihan then gave him a light peck on the lips, but he blocked her escape, holding her down for ten minutes before finally licking his lips with a reluctant "tsk~".
Xu Yihan blushed slightly and glared at him. Ji Ge snapped his fingers, and the horse came running back, completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened.
Xu Yihan's heart surged, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.
"Are we still shooting arrows?" Ji Ge asked.
"No, I'm not shooting arrows anymore, and I'm not riding it either. Let it go, don't stay in front of me, it makes me feel guilty."
"Then I want to ride." Ji Ge made a move to mount the horse, but Xu Yihan pulled him down: "You're not allowed to ride either, what's wrong with walking?"
Ji Ge blinked and suddenly disappeared from Xu Yihan's sight, startling Xu Yihan, who looked around in surprise, but then heard a voice on
her shoulder: "You won't let me ride a horse, then you take me with you, is that fair?" Xu Yihan looked closely and, damn it, a person the size of a thumb was lying leisurely on her shoulder with his hands behind his head and one leg raised high.
"That's enough." Xu Yihan glared at him.
Ji Ge, seeing the giant's angry expression, couldn't help but laugh and roll around: "Can't see eyes, and nostrils are so big."
"..."
Xu Yihan, emboldened by her mischievousness, hooked her thumb and forefinger together, moved them to her shoulder, and flicked the miniature Ji Ge—Ji Ge flew away, landing under some roadside weeds, and grumbled, "Murdering her husband?"
Xu Yihan scoffed dismissively and started to walk away.
After only two steps, a giant peak suddenly appeared from the sky, blocking her path. Looking up, she saw a large Ji Ge standing before her, Xu Yihan only the size of one of his toes. Then, he squatted down and picked her up with his fingers. The feeling was subtle; the huge fingertips enveloped her body from front to back, gently but just enough to immobilize her. Once Xu Yihan was sitting on the giant Ji Ge's shoulder and looked down, she was already on a sheer cliff.
Xu Yihan rolled her eyes and called out, "Ji Ge, turn your face around so I can see."
"No, I won't let you see my big nostrils," Ji Ge said, then burst into laughter.
"..." Damn, he's not going to take any loss.
The two of them shrunk and played around for a while, then Ji Ge asked, "Do you still want to go to heaven?"
"What's the difference between the life of gods and humans?"
"The difference is huge, the structure is completely different, it's hard to explain in a few words. What you do every day is just live, or live better, but us... we can modify every day of our past, we can even save it, the rules of time flow can be manipulated and changed, and the entire world operates according to rules many times more complex than the human world."
"Then forget it, I'm not going. Suddenly I feel that ignorance is a blessing," Xu Yihan sighed.
"Why are you so fickle?"
"Understanding doesn't change anything. I'm from some world, and I have to abide by its rules."
"Oh dear, that sounds a bit like the logic of the gods."
"Let's not talk about the gods, let's talk about something human."
"For example..."
"Jin Yutang bought a new beauty from Persia and stole a lot of my clients. How about you help me poach them?"
...
Seven years passed in the blink of an eye, and Xu Yihan's curse was about to expire. Once the mission was completed, she would return to reality.
Xu Yihan said happily, "Finally, I can leave this broken world."
Ji Ge lay sprawled on the bed, glancing at her: "You heartless thing."
"Hmm, whatever you say." Xu Yihan hummed a little tune while applying makeup.
Ji Ge snorted: "Believe it or not, I'll go back on my word."
Xu Yihan pulled out a piece of paper with a vow written by Ji Ge herself. If she interfered with her mission journey again, she would instantly lose her memories of the past 500 years.
Why 500 years?
Because, in those short seven years, under Ji Ge's various methods, Xu Yihan truly felt as if 500 years had passed.
A full five hundred years! How much vicissitude has the world undergone! She'd practically become a demon from the Black Mountain.
Time compression, rewinding, even infinite loops—these were just some of the strange things that happened during those seven years. Even though it was confirmed that Ji Ge could recreate her after she left, he just wouldn't let her go.
Xu Yihan had been entangled with Ji Ge for hundreds of years, constantly fighting against him, and finally obtained a reliable oath, bound by the rules of the divine realm, which even gods couldn't disobey.
"Why bother doing missions every day? Here, if you can't fulfill any wish, I can just copy your civilization from your real world's era from your gods, it'll be the same," Ji Ge said casually.
These five hundred years had been enough of entanglement, struggle, and sorrow; Ji Ge had already repeated them countless times. After his casual advice, he said seriously, "Remember my instructions."
"Yes," Xu Yihan replied, looking at him earnestly.
Ji Ge pinched her cheek; the scar was still there, but he was used to it now. He gazed deeply at her, imprinting her face in his mind once more, then sighed, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Then goodbye."
"Goodbye," Xu Yihan hugged him, burying her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you being so mushy, you old married couple?"
Ji Ge patted her head, pondered for a long time, and said, "Because I love you."
Xu Yihan felt a warmth in her heart: "I love you too."
Ji Ge smiled, tightening his arms around her. The sun set, the moon rose above the willow branches, and midnight suddenly arrived. A system notification sounded in Xu Yihan's mind: "Ding—Short-lived madam, mission complete!"
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