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Female Slave (1)
Night Kingdom - The largest slave empire on Planet Aifa.
On a clear summer morning in the Night Kingdom's palace, the crisp cry of a baby girl came from the Qinglu Palace within the palace.
A palace maid in Qinglu Palace held up a baby girl in both hands, placed her in a small jade basket, and presented it to
the Night Emperor who hurriedly entered Qinglu Palace.
"Your Majesty, Consort Qing has given birth to a baby girl."
The Night Emperor glanced at her, then turned away indifferently.
A gentle breeze blew, and the light gauze fluttered. Behind the gauze curtain, Consort Qing, who had just given birth, lay wearily on the couch.
Her once rosy lips were pale and trembling, her beautiful and lively eyes were closed, and a single tear remained at the corner of her eye.
Her dream of becoming a mother through her son was shattered. There were many beauties around, and the Night Emperor would never look at her again.
In the patriarchal Night Kingdom, girls are born slaves, tools for men to play with, even the emperor
's daughters are no exception. And for a girl, the more royal blood she possesses, the more tragic her
fate is…
Her daughter… is destined to suffer… A huge tear rolled down, wetting the exquisite embroidered pillow.
The Night Kingdom's slave training quarters are places specifically for training female slaves, divided into three classes: the Water House, the Fire House,
and the Earth House.
The Water House exclusively houses female infants with royal blood; the Fire House mainly accommodates female infants born to the wives of nobles and royalty
; and the Earth House houses female infants from ordinary families collected from various regions.
In reality, the only difference between these three "rooms" was the bloodline of the female infants they housed. Regardless
of their status or origin, all female infants entering the slave-training room underwent inhuman, high-intensity training. When they
reached eight years old, still innocent and ignorant children, they were assigned to the palace, harem, and princes' palaces as servants
and slaves. Only at sixteen or older could they be married off with the permission of their masters, by which time most of them were no longer virgins
.
Therefore, even when they were married off, they were usually given to low-status bachelors who couldn't find wives, or widowers
. Some with good looks might be given to older men of high status as concubines, where they would have no worries about food and clothing—this was
the best fate for these female slaves.
Lying on the kang (heated brick bed) in the water-side room of the slave-training room was a female infant brought in today.
This was the first female infant sent to the water-side room.
Because the Night Emperor's concubines had only borne him three sons,
she was the Night Emperor's first daughter and the first female slave in the Night Kingdom with royal blood.
The baby girl, seemingly unaware of her tragic future, slept soundly on the hard kang (heated brick bed),
her tiny fist clenched and biting her lip.
Three elegantly dressed, handsome young boys peered into the waterside house.
Finding it quiet and empty, they rushed in.
One of them, a boy of about six with dark eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and honey-colored skin, pointed at the baby girl on the bed and said,
"That's her, that's her! She's the little sister Qingfei gave birth to for us!"
"So pink, so cute!" said the youngest, a boy of about four with bright blue eyes.
The oldest of them, about eight, remained silent, his pale golden eyes fixed on the baby girl
. His features were strikingly handsome, with pale golden pupils, narrow, slightly upturned eyes, and thin, sensual
lips pressed tightly together. Despite being only eight years old, he possessed an indescribable, eerie, and noble aura that
commanded respect.
The boy with dark skin reached out and pinched the baby girl's bottom hard. "She's sleeping, I want to wake her up."
"Wah!" The sleeping baby girl was startled awake by the sudden pain and cried loudly.
"How ugly," the boy removed his hand and frowned.
"Second brother, she must be in a lot of pain to cry like that," the youngest boy said, reaching out to stroke the baby girl's soft buttocks.
The eight-year-old boy pushed him away, a smirk playing on his lips. "Xing, she'll be fine in a bit."
Four-year-old Xing looked at his brother, then at the baby girl.
The baby girl indeed stopped crying, staring curiously at the person in front of her with her two big, dark eyes.
"Her eyes seem to be made of water," the eight-year-old boy frowned as he looked at her. "From now on, let's call her Night Eyes
Water."
These three boys were the three sons of the Night Emperor, the three princes of the Night Kingdom.
The current Crown Prince Ye Yue, eight years old, is born to Empress Xiao; the Second Prince Ye Feng, six years old,
is born to Consort Zhuang; and the Third Prince Ye Xing, four years old, is born to Consort Yan. The baby girl on the bed is their half-sister,
born to Consort Qing, and later named Ye Tong Shui by Crown Prince Ye Yue.
In the courtyard behind the slave training room, in the laundry room, rows of wooden racks are piled high with freshly washed clothes.
Beside an empty rack lies a large basin of clothes that haven't been hung up yet. A four-year-old girl bends down to pick up the clothes
, laboriously climbs onto a wooden stool, stands on tiptoe, and hangs the clothes on the rack. She wipes the sweat from her brow, tilts her
tender little face up to the sunlight, her clear, watery eyes slightly narrowed, her face bathed in the warm sunlight
.
Suddenly, a richly dressed boy of about ten years old burst into the courtyard. He wielded a sword,
twirling it in the narrow space between the rows of clothes racks, his sword flashing like snowflakes. Clothes that had just been hung up
flew to the ground wherever his sword struck. A girl, who had been looking up to steal a moment of respite, scrambled down from her stool in fright and ran to the boy's feet,
clutching him tightly. "Your Highness, please, stop!" Ye Feng
kicked the four-year-old girl away, sending her crashing to the ground like a rag doll. The
cold-blooded boy remained unmoved, his sword still flying, the still-drying clothes soaring into the air like large snowflakes before
gently falling back down.
"Your Highness, stop, stop! Granny will beat me..." the little girl cried, her delicate
face filled with fear and tears.
"Hmph," Ye Feng sheathed his sword. The ground was now littered with fallen clothes, only a little less than half remaining untouched
.
The ten-year-old boy had grown very tall, with long, unruly black hair tied back, honey-colored and glossy skin, and
two deep, cold eyes that stared at the girl like a wolf. He curled his lips wickedly and said, "Why should I
stop? Do you think I'll stop just because you tell me to? This prince is practicing his sword, don't you understand?"
“Princess Feng, go to the sword-training ground. His Highness the Crown Prince often practices there.”
“I won’t go. I like it here.” The boy raised his face, and the sword was sheathed again.
“Princess Feng…” The sweet, pleading child’s voice was moving to anyone who heard it.
The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly. “Then kneel down and kowtow to me, call me ‘Second Brother’ a few times
, and I’ll do as you say.” The four-year-old girl hurriedly knelt down, her slender arms on the ground, and slowly brought her head closer.
“Brother Feng, please…”
“Haha.” The boy’s dark eyes shone brightly, seemingly very excited. “Isn’t that enough? I want you to become
a female slave in my Yu Feng Palace when you turn eight. Will you agree?”
“Okay, as long as the nanny agrees, I’ll go.”
“Then it’s settled. It’s good that you agreed. Why care about those old women?” The boy sheathed his sword and was about
to leave.
"Second Brother," a slightly younger boy with emerald eyes approached. "What good is Shui Yun's promise? The female slaves in the waterside house
need Father's approval. With your coaxing, of course she has no choice
but to agree." "Hmph, she has to agree whether she wants to or not. She's just a slave. I'm sure Father won't refuse what I want."
"But what if someone else wants her too? The situation is different."
"Who's so bold as to dare to snatch her from me?" Feng's dark eyes glared.
"What if it were me?"
A pair of light, icy green eyes met his gaze. The dark eyes narrowed. "What belongs to someone else can't be taken away."
A slight smile appeared in the emerald eyes.
"You brat, so you've been slacking off here. Oh dear, not only are you slacking off, but you've also made a mess of your wet clothes all over the floor
. You don't want to live anymore!" An old woman rushed out of the house, holding a willow branch, and
started hitting the little girl.
The four-year-old girl couldn't dodge. She hugged herself and cried.
In no time, her clothes were torn, revealing bruises.
"Second brother, it's all your fault," the icy-green-eyed boy said calmly.
"Good for you, so you won't be disobedient in the future," the dark-eyed boy watched with his hands in his sleeves, not only refusing to help but also coldly
laughing.
"Stop!" A pleasant voice rang out, gentle yet carrying a chilling authority.
A young man in white entered, his long, black hair flowing like satin to his waist, his skin as smooth and lustrous as jade, his face possessing a godlike, almost sinister beauty. His
pale golden eyes, like warm amber, fixed on the old woman, sending a chill down her spine. "What a bold
servant! How dare you act so arrogantly before the princes! Do you even respect us princes? She is clearly in the wrong. With
the princes before us, it's not your place to discipline her!" "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! This servant was blind!" the old woman cried,
throwing down her willow whip and kneeling in pleas for mercy.
Ye Yue turned and ordered his men to drag her out and give her a hundred strokes of the cane. He then stepped forward and picked up Ye Tongshui.
"Shui..." he patted the girl's face.
The girl's starry eyes opened slightly. Seeing the newcomer, she quickly broke free and knelt on the ground. "Your Highness,"
Ye Yue's red lips curved into a smile, but he didn't help her up. "It seems you're alright. Get up and pick up your clothes."
"Yes," Ye Tongshui struggled to her feet and picked up the scattered clothes on the ground.
Ye Yue stretched out his long arm, pulled a garment from the girl's arms, and draped it on the wooden rack.
The guards behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help. Ye Yue turned his head, his golden eyes narrowing unhappily, "Step back." The guards
froze on the spot, no longer daring to move. He picked up another garment, the golden-eyed boy spun around, his black hair flying, and
after his feet touched the ground, the garment had already spun and landed steadily on the clothes rack.
Everyone around was stunned in admiration. The four-year-old girl also looked up at the boy's handsome face, which was as beautiful as a god,
her little mouth slightly open, her dark and soft watery eyes filled with the unique worship of a little girl.
Ye Yue smiled faintly, without turning around, but said, "Feng, how is your sword practice? Can you compare to
me?"
"So what if I can compare, so what if I can't?" Feng smiled coldly, "I don't mind if you do good deeds here,
and I don't need you to interfere even if I do all sorts of bad things." "With that, she turned and walked out of the drying room.
Xing Bing's green gaze swept across the girl's face, her indifferent eyes devoid of any expression. With a flick of her sleeve, she slowly turned
and left.
Several years later, Tong Shui had grown into a fourteen-year-old girl.
She had silky black hair, a small oval face, and most captivating were her beautiful,
clear eyes, jet black with a faint purple halo around the iris, like a pale purple chrysanthemum. Those deep eyes
were like flowing spring water, or a deep, ancient pool; one glance would draw you in.
Since being released from the slave training room at the age of eight, Tong Shui had been a true slave.
However, unlike other slaves, she had three masters: Ye Yue, Ye Feng, and Ye Xing.
Her three tall and handsome older brothers were her masters. Every week, she would
rush from the Falling Star Palace to the Royal Wind Palace, and a week later, she would rush from the Royal Wind Palace to the Inviting Moon Palace, repeating this cycle
six times." More than a year had passed.
She left the Falling Star Palace and hurried along the wide corridors towards the Royal Wind Palace.
She dared not delay even a moment to reach Night Wind, for the wind was extremely violent, and even a moment's delay
would result in severe punishment.
Passing the main hall and winding through the corridors, Tong Shui entered the wind's bedchamber.
Fourteen should be the age of puberty for a girl, but Tong Shui's body was still very slender. Although she had grown considerably
taller, her figure remained that of a little girl—a long, thin neck, slender shoulders, and a small body wrapped in white,
transparent silk gauze. A vibrant green bodice peeked out from under the gauze skirt, its delicate color
adding a touch of liveliness to this fragile young girl. However, behind the green bodice, her breasts remained flat, like a little girl's,
showing no signs of development.
The door was open, and Tong Shui entered silently. Behind the screen, she knelt, head bowed,
a slight tremor running through her small body.
"Tongshui, please answer, Your Highness," a soft voice like a summer breeze.
Hearing the reply, Tongshui's eyes widened. All she heard were strange panting sounds and the creaking of the bed,
an ambiguous and chaotic atmosphere filling the air.
Tongshui bit her pale, delicate lips, her eyes wide with panic, and she knelt back a few steps.
She hesitated, wanting to leave, yet afraid.
"Come here," a deep voice came from behind the screen.
Tong Shui trembled, her watery eyes widening, her dark, curved eyelashes fluttering.
"I said...come here..." The man's voice carried a hint of violence, yet also a chilling, heavy breathing.
Tong Shui stood up, moved, turned around the screen, and knelt down again. On the large bed, the curtains were drawn high.
Two naked figures were entangled on the bed. Feng's strong, slender body pressed down on a
woman with snow-white skin. The woman was beautiful, but now her face was contorted, and she emitted beast-like groans and screams,
seemingly in great pain.
Feng, however, was dominant over the woman, like a fierce horseman, his dark hands digging into her high, white
breasts, his firm buttocks thrusting wildly, his strong thighs wrapped around her slender waist.
"Feng..." the woman's voice trailed off.
Gasps, the clash of flesh…
the suffocating, lewd atmosphere in the air…
Tong Shui lowered her head in panic, her small body trembling. Suddenly, Feng, who was frantically copulating with the woman
, shoved the woman beneath him and strode to Tong Shui.
Tong Shui felt as if an iron tower had moved closer, casting a massive shadow upon her.
“Your Highness…” her voice was pale and trembling.
“Look up.”
“…” Her head drooped even lower.
A large hand gripped her delicate chin tightly, like an iron hoop, pulling it upwards
.
Tong Shui frowned, a sharp pain shooting through her jaw, but she was forced to look up at him.
His bare, wheat-colored skin, bulging muscles, beads of sweat sliding down his smooth, bronze-colored body, his
long, unruly hair clinging damply to his naked, muscular frame—a sight that could drive any woman mad
.
But Tong Shui was not among those women.
Her large, misty eyes were empty and lifeless, unfocused, devoid of
any attraction.
The wind held her head still, bringing her lips directly to his still-erect penis.
That enormous penis, thick as an iron rod, dripped a milky white fluid from its tip—the
wanton love fluid from the woman's body.
The woman on the bed writhed, her hands twitching slightly, calling the wind's name.
Her voice was so hollow, almost unbearable. The massive penis
was only a finger's width from Tong Shui's lips.
Tong Shui's eyes widened, but her gaze remained unfocused.
"You're too late," the man said, gripping her slender chin tightly. The smooth, delicate touch gave him an urge to crush
it.
"No…I didn't…" The girl under his iron grip struggled slightly, her eyes finally meeting
the man's high, imposing gaze.
His eyes were as deep as black holes, as ferocious as a beast's, yet still beautiful.
"Hmph, sophistry!" Feng scoffed, his dark eyes narrowing. "Xingnu, Tiger Tail Whip!"
Tongshui's eyes widened, her pearly white teeth biting her delicate lips. A tremor ran through her body. She reached out
her slender hand and grabbed Feng's ankle. "Your Highness, I didn't..." She shook her head, her long black hair falling messily
across her cheeks like innocent weeds.
A girl of about ten years old had silently appeared behind Tongshui, her head bowed, holding a
soft whip adorned with jewels.
"Xingnu," Feng released the iron wrist that had been gripping her slender chin, ignoring the cold, soft touch on her ankle
, "How late was she?"
Xingnu's gaze lifted, then quickly fell back. Fear and pity were clearly visible in her small eyes.
She held up a small finger, making a "1".
Tongshui turned away, her face pale.
Xingnu, however, turned her face away.
A sharp gaze flew towards Xingnu.
A deep, cruel voice rang out, "Just a quarter of an hour?"
Xingnu trembled, hastily holding up three fingers.
"Hmm?" Feng snorted, his dark eyes still fixed on Xingnu.
Xingnu trembled again, extending all ten fingers.
Feng's lips curled slightly, his still-cold dark eyes turning to the kneeling girl before him.
"Did you hear that? Xingnu said you were a full quarter of an hour late, but you say you weren't. You're lying?"
Tongshui turned to Xingnu, then quickly looked up, "No, I didn't lie..."
"Ten quarters of an hour late, ten lashes; lying to your master, ten lashes; lying and then trying to justify yourself, another ten lashes. A total of thirty
lashes, Xingnu!"
The man turned and shouted.
Tongshui lay prostrate on the ground, her eyes fixed on Feng's face. Her watery eyes were filled with wet
tears, about to stream down her narrow cheeks. Her pearly white teeth bit down hard on her pink lips again. A moment later,
before the tears fell, a trickle of bright red liquid escaped from the corner of her mouth.
With a "swish," Tong Shui's slender body trembled as Xing'er's first lash landed on her back.
The lash fell lightly, without much force.
A cold smile played on Feng's lips as his icy black eyes watched the second lash, the third…
falling like raindrops on the delicate, flower-like girl.
Tong Shui hugged her shoulders, clenching her teeth. Blood dripped from her lips onto the white gauze, staining it like a crimson plum
blossom.
It wasn't her who was lying; it was Xing'er, the one wielding the whip.
But Tong Shui didn't blame Xing'er. She lied only to protect herself.
Xing'er's lash had been light; her back only felt a slight pain. This showed that Xing'er hadn't lost her conscience.
They were the same kind of people. Both were lowly slaves.
Seeing Tong Shui, Xing'er naturally thought of herself.
But no one noticed that those cold, bloodthirsty black eyes were gradually turning violent.
A large hand suddenly reached out and snatched the soft whip from Xing'er's hand.
Sparkling gems flashed, and the tip of the tiger-tail whip twirled into a flower shape in the air, like a swiftly flying blade.
The sword flew towards the girl's back.
With a "whoosh!", her clothes were torn, revealing half of her snow-white back. A long, red snake,
a horrifying sight, marked the point where the whip struck. "Ah!" Tong Shui cried out in pain, collapsing heavily to the ground.
Whip blossoms danced in the air, the only sounds being the "whoosh" of the whip and the girl's suppressed
screams.
Xing'er had already turned away, her small shoulders trembling.
In no time, Tong Shui's upper body was stripped away like snowflakes. Her
snow-white, translucent skin was covered with crisscrossing, ugly "red snakes," the raw,
bright red flesh exposed in the wounds a gruesome sight.
The fourteen-year-old girl was naked from the waist up, her body covered in clear whip marks.
Her slender, delicate body, her flat, white breasts, revealed only two glistening red nipples—
undeveloped fruits, yet equally alluring.
Who would believe that such a body belonged to a fourteen-year-old girl still developing? Her body showed no
signs of development whatsoever; it was still a completely undeveloped fruit.
The girl lay on the ground, her long hair tangled like vines around her snow-white, scarred body, twisted at
impossible angles, like a wounded, beautiful snake.
She was frail and delicate, utterly powerless to resist, and her fragility and innocence only fueled the perpetrator's
bloodlust.
Ye Feng threw away the soft whip, grabbed the girl's frail shoulders, and forced her to stand. The girl's pupils contracted in
pain, looking as pitiful as a wounded fawn. Bright red blood trickled from the corner of her petal-like mouth,
dripping onto Ye Feng's arm.
Ye Feng's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He grabbed the girl's long hair and pulled her close, lowering his head to kiss her
lips. He was like a wickedly beautiful vampire, violently and greedily ravaging the girl's lips, as if
the blood beneath them were sweet nectar, making him suckle in a frenzy.
Night Wind's hand slowly slid down, from the girl's long, tangled black hair to her bare shoulders, then down to
the space between their tightly pressed naked bodies, roughly kneading the two glistening red
nipples on her flat chest.
Tong Shui's arms were too weak to lift, too weak to resist. She shook her head, letting out soft whimpers
, like a wounded animal. Two round tears slid down her closed eyes
, flowing into Night Wind's mouth.
Night Wind frowned, shoving the girl away from him. His lips were stained with bright red blood, making him look ghostly
and sinister. He grabbed the girl by the neck and roared, "Who gave you permission to cry?"
Tong Shui stared at him, mouth agape. In her eyes, Feng was like a raging lion, filling her with fear and making her want to run away.
But she couldn't escape; this was her fate. Two lines of tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.
A hint of despair flashed in her eyes. Ye Yue's face appeared before her. If only he were here, he wouldn't
treat her like this, he wouldn't stand by and watch others treat her like this…
Ye Feng's grip loosened slightly. He lowered his voice, a moment of gentleness appearing in his magnetic voice, "How old are you
? Tell me how old you are?"
The girl's eyes flickered, and she uttered with difficulty, "Fourteen." Fourteen years old, the age of blossoming youth, she too had once had
countless beautiful fantasies.
"Fourteen!" Ye Feng cursed under his breath, veins bulging on his hands. "Fourteen years old and still
a virgin! Rumors say you're cursed by the devil, that anyone who touches you will suffer misfortune, even bring
destruction to the entire clan. A fourteen-year-old face, but a ten-year-old body, no full breasts, no trace
of a girl's first menstruation, yet you use this pure face to seduce everyone, making everyone want to
devour you, making everyone's blood boil, yet they dare not even touch you. You are poison, an
anomaly of the Ye family!"
The girl's face began to pale, her petal-like lips slowly turning ashen, her beautiful pupils dilating,
pale as water. She instinctively grabbed the rough hand gripping her neck with her slender fingers, a desperate
groan escaping from her bloodless lips.
Ye Feng slowly lost his mind; the girl's blossoming life was in his hands. At that moment, a woman lunged forward
and embraced Ye Feng. She was a seductive, completely naked woman with exquisite curves, high breasts, and firm, snow-white
buttocks. Her skin was as white as fine milk and as pure as fresh snow. She was the famous Snow Maiden,
the woman who had just been with Ye Feng.
On the east side of the imperial city stood a magnificent palace known as the "Flower Nurturing Palace."
The fates of the women here were vastly different from those in the slave quarters. The women here, though also sent in as children, received
different treatment. They were concubines for the princes' pleasure after they came of age; the luckier ones might
become imperial concubines in the princes' harem.
The Yuhua Palace was divided into two ranks: "Shangshan Palace" and "Xiaxu Palace." Women who grew up there
were assigned to their respective palaces at the age of ten. The women of Shangshan Palace were the reserve palace for the princes' harem concubines; that is, those assigned
there would become future candidates for princes' wives and various concubines. The women of Xiaxu Palace,
regardless of age, could use their bodies to satisfy the princes' needs from the day they lost their virginity. They were the lowest-ranking
concubines, without status or title. However, if a woman won a prince's special favor, she could be promoted
and enter the harem. Palace
servants specifically responsible for the princes' harems regularly sent portraits of the women of Shangshan Palace to the princes.
If a prince took a liking to one, he could select her for his harem. The selected woman would then leave Shangshan Palace and move
to the prince's palace.
The women of Xiaxu Palace were the princes' shared concubines, named "Ji" (姬). They resided there daily,
only leaving when a prince chose them for his nights, returning afterwards.
The princes were still young, and the three princes were eccentric, cold, and capricious, so their harems did not yet have designated
concubines; they simply summoned the women of Xiaxu Palace to serve them. While the women of Xiaxu Palace were not primarily beautiful, their behavior
was the most alluring and wanton, adept at inducing pleasure. They were all charming and seductive, capable of instantly captivating any adult man with a single glance.
From a young age, they were taught how to please and flatter, possessing a wide array of skills. This was quite different from
the Shangshan Palace, which focused more on etiquette and refinement. Therefore, the concubines of the Xiaxu Palace were often
more popular than those in the Shangshan Palace.
They served with their bodies and looks, so although they were occasionally scolded and beaten by the nannies,
they lived a life of luxury, indifferent to the severity of their actions. They all possessed a delicate and languid charm, a treatment
quite different from the women of the slave quarters who had to serve with their strength. Although their status was higher, they still depended on the princes' moods, essentially no
different from the lower-ranking concubines. The princes summoned them at will, treating them gently when pleased and cruelly when displeased
. If they didn't receive special attention from any prince, they were merely tools to satisfy the sexual desires of adult princes
, and even then, they were communal. In Tong Shui's eyes, they were inferior to her. She would rather be a lowly
slave in the slave-training chamber than live a life of luxury, yet have to serve others with her most precious womanly body.
"Your Highness, let Xue Ji serve you. Is Xue Ji not as beautiful as her? She's just a withered matchstick,
while Xue Ji is a tender jade scallion. Xue Ji will serve Your Highness comfortably. Why is Your Highness's gaze
all on her, not even glancing at Xue Ji?" Xue Ji coquettishly knelt at Ye Feng's feet, her full, firm breasts pressed tightly
against Ye Feng's calves, rubbing incessantly. One of her jade-like hands slipped between Ye Feng's legs, grasping his astonishingly
large phallus. She suppressed obscene moans.
Ye Feng released her hand, his dark brows furrowing, his two sharp eyes shooting towards Xue Ji. Xue Ji was unaware, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly
, her red lips parting slightly, a series of pleasure-filled moans floating in the air. Disgust flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He
kicked hard with his right foot, and a scream rang out. Xue Ji was thrown several feet away, rolled several times,
and lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. She still called out her patron's name in disbelief, "Your Highness..." "
Get out!" A furious shout escaped Ye Feng's lips. He yelled at the guards, "Drag this woman
out!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." The pitiful cries still held a glimmer of hope, but they quickly faded into the distance. Ye Tongshui stared blankly
at the doorway, a chill running through her heart, a dull pain spreading in her chest. She didn't know whether to pity her or
herself.
An iron wrist turned her face towards him, a cold, harsh voice saying, "You are only allowed to look at me!" Ye Tongshui was forced
to look at him, her eyes filled with terror, her bleeding lips trembling slightly. His dark eyes narrowed. "Kneel
down!" Panic flashed in Tong Shui's eyes as she prostrated herself on the ground like a puppet, her battered body trembling.
"Hmph, how dare you look at me with such rebellious eyes? Your audacity is growing! Haven't you had enough of the whip?"
Tong Shui's head was pressed to the ground. "This servant deserves to die, please forgive me, Your Highness!" A cold laugh rang out. "
What crime do you have that I should forgive?"
"This servant shouldn't have looked directly at Your Highness," Tong Shui's voice trembled, suppressing countless humiliations.
"I ordered you to look at me, and you obeyed, yet you claim guilt. Am I wrong too?
" "No...no..."
"Then what crime have you committed? Tell me!" The sinister voice sent a chill down Tong Shui's spine
. The gentler the night wind's voice, the more it foreshadowed the impending violence.
A burst of laughter rang out above Tong Shui's head, then Ye Feng turned and ordered, "Xing Nu, go and prepare the water. I wish to
bathe." Xing Nu, who had been standing by, hurriedly replied, "Yes," and rushed to the bathing room to prepare the water.
Ye Feng looked down at Tong Shui for a moment, but Tong Shui didn't even dare to lift her eyes. Ye Feng chuckled lightly, "Kneel there. Get up and
tell me when you've thought it through." With that, he stepped into the bathing room.
Ye Tong Shui knelt on the ground, her clothes tattered, her upper body completely exposed to the air. Her front and back
were covered with ugly, winding wounds like red snakes, blood seeping from the cracked skin. She suppressed a barely audible groan, but
dared not touch it. Her slender arms supported her entire body on the ground, but those arms grew weaker and weaker.
Ye Tong Shui's body began to sway, nearly falling several times. She bit her lip tightly, stubbornly holding on. She knew that
if she fell like this, her fate would be even more tragic.
“Sister Ye, His Highness wants you to go in and serve him during his bath,” Xingnu said softly, already standing before her
. Tongshui raised her face, her already pale cheeks turning even paler. Her lips trembled, and her eyes
were filled with fear.
“Go quickly, or else…” Xingnu bit her lip, glanced at her guiltily, stepped forward, gently helped
her up, and led her to the bathhouse door before retreating.
Ye Tongshui stood at the bathhouse door, but dared not go in. Her body was hunched over, trembling slightly.
“Aren’t you coming in?” Ye Feng’s voice came, and she was startled, quickly moving her feet. Ye Feng had practiced martial
arts and swordsmanship since childhood, and his hearing was excellent. She dared not delay any longer.
Ye Tongshui went in and saw Ye Feng lying in a concave white jade bathtub. The bathtub was called the “White Jade Mandarin Duck
Bathtub,” crystal clear and smooth, carved from a single piece of fine white jade, large enough to hold two people bathing together.
Ye Feng rarely summoned her to serve him; usually, his favored concubines would bathe with him. Therefore, she rarely
ventured into this place. Now, she looked around, secretly amazed by the luxuriousness of the bathhouse. Three walls were adorned with
large mirrors reaching to the ceiling, making it seem exceptionally spacious. Besides the bathtub, there was a wide
white marble hot spring pool, the water amber in color, with bubbles and small whirlpools floating on the surface.
Steam rose from above, making it feel like ascending to a celestial jade pool. There was also a thousand-year-old ice jade bed, a sandalwood
steam room…
“Come here,” Ye Feng called to Tong Shui, his body submerged in the water, only his head above the surface, his dark eyes slightly closed. Tong Shui moved over
and knelt down with difficulty. “Your Highness…”
Ye Feng reached out, pinched her delicate chin, and lifted it with his index finger, his sharp gaze fixed on her face.
Tong Shui simply followed his gaze, not daring to look up.
A smirk played on his lips. "This pool is quite spacious. Seeing that you're all filthy, I'll allow you to come in and wash."
Tong Shui hurriedly shook her head. She was injured, and if she got wet immediately, the pain would be excruciating. "Your Highness, this servant is of lowly status
and is unworthy to bathe with you. I beg Your Highness to have mercy." Her watery eyes finally lifted up pitifully, gazing at his dark
eyes with tender eyes.
A fleeting tenderness flashed in his dark eyes. "Hmm, you do know your place. Alright, scrub my body." With that,
he rose from the pool and lay down on a low nanmu couch.
Tong Shui tremblingly took down a silk bath towel hanging on the wall, poured on scented lotion, and her trembling fingers caressed Ye Feng's honey-
colored chest, gently rubbing back and forth. The honey-colored, firm pectoral muscles absorbed the essence of the lotion, slowly releasing a fragrance,
becoming even more lustrous and smooth, each firm muscle shimmering with a bronze halo, sexy and alluring. Tong Shui's heart remained
as still as water; her soft, boneless hands picked up one of his arms and gently rubbed it from top to bottom.
Ye Feng slowly opened his night-like dark eyes. "Much better than those female slaves who serve me in the bath. From now on, you will serve me
in my bath." Tong Shui's hand trembled, and the bath towel fell to the ground. She hurriedly knelt down, "This servant deserves to die."
"Get up, continue," Ye Feng closed his eyes. Tong Shui picked up the bath towel and moved it to Ye Feng's legs, trying to avoid
sensitive areas. She had finished scrubbing everything except his waist, abdomen, and private
parts.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she almost collapsed. She held her forehead to steady herself, bit her lip, and
gently placed her small hands, holding the silk bath towel, on Ye Feng's firm abdomen, rubbing it gently. Her body was limp, and
her hands were too weak to move; her movements were more like tickling than scrubbing.
His honey-colored, firm abdomen began to rise and fall slightly, and the man's increasingly heavy
breathing filled the quiet bathroom. Suddenly, Tong Shui's busy hands were grabbed by a pair of large, dark hands. Startled, she looked up and
saw a pair of deep, dark eyes filled with intense desire. The large hands slowly tightened, and Tong Shui cried out in pain
, the bath towel falling to the ground. “Your Highness…” She knew she couldn’t escape, yet her beautiful, watery
eyes still held a pleading look. His dark eyes, though filled with desire, remained sharp and cold. He didn’t let go,
but instead moved her small hand to his swollen member.
His enormous penis, thick as a rod and hard as iron, now stood erect like a sword, its red,
glistening shaft swaying gently. Tong Shui couldn’t imagine how such a massive monster could enter a woman’s
body, and why the women who had slept with him were like butterflies drawn to a flame, yearning
for his favor and possession.
Tong Shui couldn’t struggle. Her soft palm touched the hot, hard member; her small hand could barely contain its
thick, hard genitals. A tremor and fear surged within her. She turned her head away, her face flushed crimson
. Ye Feng's hand guided hers, rubbing it back and forth. The enormous thing in her hand grew hotter and
larger, like an arrow about to be released, brimming with boundless power and desire.
The room was filled with Ye Feng's deep, sensual breaths. His voice was hoarse and low, "It's dirty, it needs you
to clean it," he said, then removed his hand and lay down. Tong Shui bent down to pick up a towel and placed it on the huge penis
. A hand quickly reached over and threw the towel away, dark eyes cold and sharp, "Use your hand!" Tong Shui's lips trembled
, and she stood there shaking.
Ye Feng's thick eyebrows furrowed. He stood up, pulled her close, and kissed her lips roughly. The taste of blood spread in her mouth
, and bright red blood flowed from the wound again.
Ye Feng pressed her down, and Tong Shui felt his enormous desire pressing against her private parts. She moved her
body, but the huge thing penetrated even deeper. His soft, flower-like lips were sucked, gently bitten, and nibbled at. His
nimble tongue, stained with her fresh blood, roamed freely through the walls of her mouth, licking and caressing. His fiery lips
left hers, and
Tong Shui gasped for the hard-won air as if rescued. But those lips moved to her snow-white neck, biting hard at her delicate Adam's apple and collarbone. Tong Shui cried out in alarm, the pain vividly
transmitted to her brain. Her body tensed, but she was too weak to struggle. She could only plead, "
Your Highness, please..."
His lips left trails of bruises wherever they touched, but his greedy lips were still not satisfied. They moved downwards,
opening to bite down on the bright red nipple. His other hand, with its index finger and thumb, also took advantage of the other
nipple, gently pinching and twisting it. Under his ravaging, the two red beans grew increasingly vibrant and translucent, harder and more
swollen, further intensifying Ye Feng's violent desire.
The moment his lips bit down on her small nipple, Tong Shui involuntarily arched her body. Pain shot through her; the whip marks
beneath his lips felt like ropes slowly tightening. Yet, a strange, unknown tremor also welled up from the depths of her heart
, causing Ye Tong Shui to bite her lip tightly and shake her head.
"Sensitive little thing," Ye Feng murmured against her chest, watching with satisfaction as her pale face contorted in pain.
He extended his tongue and began to lightly lick her pale areola, the soft tip of his tongue teasing the tip of the small red bean. Tong Shui arched
her body, pressing her breasts even closer to his lips. "Your Highness…please, let…this servant go…"
she stammered, unable to speak.
Ye Feng lifted her body, grabbed her slender, white body, and forced her to sit on his chest. "If you want me to let you go,
then serve it obediently
." His erect desire was right in front of Tong Shui's eyes. "Otherwise, I'll strip you naked
and make you look very good."
Tong Shui trembled, reaching out to lift the huge monster, taking the bath bottle to pour out fragrant bath gel,
dissolving it in her palm, and lathering it up
. Her hand slowly caressed the male root, gently rubbing and washing it until the thick, red genitals were enveloped in the white foam. Her hand rubbed incessantly.
Ye Feng's two large hands pinched and squeezed her white buttocks, his honey-colored hands almost completely covering her two snowy
buttocks. Her body swayed with his pinching and squeezing, her vulva rubbing against his firm chest.
Night Breeze was still not satisfied. He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and pinched her nipples, gently lifting them
. His fiery lips pressed against her snowy back, sucking on every inch of her skin.
Waves of pain surged from her back, and Tong Shui, unable to withstand his passion, felt her vision blur. Night Breeze held
her body still, his burning body pressing against hers, his chest pressed tightly against her back, leaving no gap. He
grasped her still-busy little hands and began to guide her rapidly stroking his member, the speed increasing...
The pace quickened, and Ye Feng's heavy breathing assaulted her senses. The hardness beneath her hand continued to swell and harden unbelievably.
After what seemed like an eternity, just as Tong Shui was about to faint from the intense movements, Ye Feng stopped. He grabbed
her hand and gently swung the massive whip, its tip nodding slightly beneath her hand. The fiery red vulva opened
its small mouth, and Ye Feng pressed her head down. Streams of white saliva spurted from the vulva, spraying it all over her face.
Ye Feng twisted her body, lifted her face, and smeared it with his index finger. A pool of milky, sticky saliva had already gathered on his fingertip.
"Open your mouth," he commanded coldly.
Tong Shui frowned slightly, suppressing the urge to vomit. Seeing her lips tightly closed, Ye Feng reached out and roughly
pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open wide. He then smeared the saliva from his fingertip into her mouth. Tong Shui
shook her head violently, trying to vomit. Ye Feng opened his mouth and sealed her lips, using his tongue to push the cum deep into her mouth.
Tong Shui struggled again, and the cum was already swallowed down her throat.
Ye Feng released her, watching her hunch over the couch, painfully dry heaving.
In the elegant hall, white silk gauze fluttered lightly on all sides. A man sat on a rosewood table with dragon carvings in the center of the hall, wielding
a brush. A beautiful young woman in plain clothes appeared on the white palace curtains. He put down his brush and picked up
the painting to examine it closely. He stood tall and elegant, his figure like a jade tree in the wind. His long, black hair, as black as satin, was only lightly
tied at the ends with a silk rope. He wore a similar plain robe, his long eyebrows reaching his temples, and his amber eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at
the girl in the painting, seemingly bewitched.
"Your Highness, Miss Ye has arrived," Gui Nu reported, bowing her head. Ye Feng raised his head, his starry eyes flashing slightly, tossed down the painting
, and went out to greet her.
Just then, Ye Tongshui entered from outside the palace. Seeing him, a smile finally appeared on her delicate face.
She called out softly, "Brother Yue," and threw herself into his arms.
The man gently embraced her, his long eyelashes lowered, a gentle smile appearing on his beautiful lips. "You're back?
Let me see." He gently moved Tongshui's shoulders away, his previously smiling amber eyes suddenly darkening and deepening, a
cold, imposing aura emanating from him, chilling to behold.
Tongshui wore a light green dress over a water-red and gold-embroidered bodice.
A faint pinkish glow seemed to shimmer on her fair face, adding a touch of allure she had never possessed before. Faint scars, some deep and some shallow, were visible on her snow-white neck and the exposed
skin beneath her dress. Though faint, they did not escape his notice.
He frowned slightly, his long fingers reaching for the bodice, gently tearing it open. Tong Shui's clothes were pulled down, revealing her entire
chest. Beneath his eyes, long, crisscrossing whip marks crisscrossed the white skin, the wounds already scabbed over,
forming rows of purplish-red mounds on the skin. In some places, the scabs had fallen away, revealing pinkish-white flesh.
Between the whip marks were bruises even more pronounced than those on his neck.
His pale gold eyes slowly deepened, the gold growing richer, like a dazzling, blazing sun, alluring yet sinister, making one afraid
to look directly at him. It was his expression of rage; the more beautiful he appeared, the more it represented his hidden brutality. The servants all lowered their hands,
silent, even their breathing cautious.
Ye Yue grabbed one of her arms, lifting it up; a cinnabar-like mark of virginity was still embedded in her snowy arm.
He looked up and asked, "Whose clothes are these? And what happened to the wounds?" His voice was soft and gentle,
as melodious as a clear spring flowing through a twilight stream. There was no trace of abnormality or anger in his voice, but only the servants knew
that the softer the Crown Prince's tone, the stronger his anger; when he smiled most beautifully, it might be
when he wanted to kill.
Tong Shui lowered her head, her eyes darting away, a flush rising to her cheeks. "My clothes got wet while I was bathing..."
"And what about the injuries on your body?" Ye Yue asked even softer.
Tong Shui raised her eyes, but didn't know how to answer.
"That beast," she uttered very softly, not like a curse, but more chilling than any curse.
"Hua Nu, go get the Wan Hong Feng Sui Ointment to apply to the young lady, to prevent scarring later."
Hua Nu, who was standing nearby, immediately agreed and turned to go to the "Dan Lu Fang" to get the medicine. Ye Yue released Tong
Shui and turned to leave the palace.
Tong Shui grabbed him, "Where are you going, Brother Yue?"
"I have things to do. Have Hua Nu help you apply the medicine, then rest well and wait for me to return." Ye Tong Shui knelt down and
grabbed the hem of his robe.
"Brother Yue, stay with me, don't go,"
Ye Yue turned around, her gaze falling on Ye Tongshui's slender figure. She must know he was going to ask the Emperor for her, to relieve
her of the burden of serving three princes simultaneously. However, although he was the Crown Prince, he was still young and his power was not yet fully developed. Apart
from his noble status as Crown Prince, he didn't possess any more than the other princes. Moreover, the Emperor
favored Consort Zhuang, and naturally, by extension, he doted on the Second Prince, Ye Feng. If it weren't for the Ye Kingdom's ancestral rule of primogeniture, the position of Crown Prince probably
wouldn't have fallen to Ye Yue. Even so, the position of Crown Prince was still coveted. Although Tongshui was
the lowest-ranking slave, she still had royal blood flowing through her veins, and seemed to understand the intrigues within the royal family more
clearly than others. Besides, she was such an intelligent girl.
Ye Yue clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his skin. But his face remained gentle as he reached out and took
the Phoenix Marrow Ointment from Hua Nu's hand. "Alright, I won't go. Let's go back to my palace, I'll apply the ointment for you."
Ye Tongshui stood up. "Brother Yue... let Hua Nu do it."
A hint of displeasure flashed in his golden eyes. "What, do you dislike your brother?"
"No," Tongshui quickly shook her head. Since childhood, only Ye Yue had treated her well in the entire palace, regarding her as a younger sister
, and she relied on this brother. However, sometimes Ye Yue's concern was too intense, and he didn't avoid suspicion. Tongshui
didn't really care, but sometimes she felt that the siblings being too close wasn't quite right.
Before she could speak, Ye Yue had already reached out and picked her up, carrying her into his palace. He placed her on his usual couch.
He had already removed her upper garments, and now his long fingers reached her waist, gently untying her sash.
A pair of small hands pressed against him, her face flushed slightly. "Brother Yue, he only hit my upper body,
there are no injuries below." Ye Yue glanced at her. "When you were ten, I often bathed you. Now that you're older, you've
become distant? You often hide your injuries from me, and I've always doubted you. Now I need to check..."
"Only then can I rest assured."
Looking into Ye Yue's gentle golden eyes, Tong Shui slowly moved her hands away, placing them flat on either side of her body. Ye Yue gently untied
her sash and removed her clothes.
Ye Tong Shui lay completely naked on his plain-colored couch, her slender, snow-white body, her two tender,
straight thighs tightly pressed together. Ye Yue reached out to move one of her legs.
Ye Tong Shui tightened her legs, her eyes filled with water, and shyly called out, "Brother Yue..." but then fell silent. Ye
Yue raised an eyebrow at her, and she lowered her eyes, releasing her legs as he moved them.
One of her tender white legs was gently lifted, revealing the girl's delicate private parts, still snow-white and hairless,
a tiny slit revealing a small bead of rouge. It was well hidden, intact, without a trace of
injury.
Ye Yue Lowering his gaze, he gently placed her legs back in their place, picked up the ointment bottle, and instead of using the silver cotton swabs from the tray, he simply scooped
out some ointment with his fingers, spread it in his palm, and gently applied it to her body. His four gentle fingertips lightly
caressed her neck, shoulders, chest, and abdomen with indescribable intimacy and tenderness. One finger inadvertently brushed against her
small, translucent red nipple, and Ye Tongshui arched her body slightly, letting out a soft moan.
Her face flushed crimson, wishing she could disappear into the ground, she could only tightly close her eyes, refusing to look at Ye Yue. Fortunately
, Ye Yue was focused on applying the ointment and didn't notice her unusual reaction. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She had always considered Ye Yue as her own brother. Since he was her brother, whatever he did to her, even
physical contact like this, she should obey. Yes. But why did she feel a strange sensation well up inside her when he gently caressed her body
? She truly didn't understand.
Ye Yue turned her over and began to apply the ointment to her back, applying it more lightly than before.
After he finished, Gui Nu brought in the finest plain-colored clothes: a light green bodice, close-fitting underpants, and all the necessary accessories. Ye
Yue dressed her piece by piece, and Ye Tong Shui, like an obedient child, let his slender fingers run over her body
, dressing her completely.
His long, jade-like fingers held a delicate sandalwood carved comb, gently combing Ye Tong Shui's long, soft black hair that reached her ankles,
his movements gentle and soothing, more refined and tender than any other maid. She rarely combed her hair, always letting it flow like clouds
, and he rarely combed it for her either, but she knew he loved her long hair very much. He also enjoyed combing her
hair, though he rarely did. So, each time he did it, it was a
luxurious experience for Ye Tongshui.
His fingers, like gentle moonlight, quietly traversed her black hair, the touch of his fingertips on her scalp sending
a pleasant tingling sensation. His fingers were as nimble as swallows, more skillful than the most skilled hairdressers in the palace.
Each hairstyle he created for her was unique and different, always drawing
envious glances and imitations from the palace maids.
This time, he styled her hair into a flying swallow bun, the glossy black hair resembling a swallow taking flight, pretty and
lively—a hairstyle only for young girls, perfectly suited to her status and age.
Ye Yue led her to the bronze mirror, "Are you satisfied?"
She nodded, even her eyebrows seemed to smile. "I like it very much, thank you, Brother Yue." "
Come on, I'll take you to practice calligraphy," Ye Yue said, pulling her hand as they walked out of the bedchamber.
Ye Tongshui lowered her head, holding a wolf-hair brush in her hand, hunched over her desk practicing calligraphy, with Ye Yue supervising her from behind. Her neck
was gently bent, with a swan-like graceful curve, a pert nose, and bright, watery eyes. Her petal-like
lips were carefully pursed as she copied the characters on his calligraphy scroll.
He reached out and gently ran his fingers across her smooth cheek, feeling the soft warmth beneath his fingers. Ye Tongshui
glanced at him, smiled innocently, and continued practicing calligraphy. That smile was completely unguarded, yet it stirred his
heart like a pebble, causing his heart to flutter. He leaned slightly forward, leaving a string of kisses on her cheek, gently nibbling,
lingering there.
“Brother Yue…” Tong Shui didn’t refuse, but simply tilted her head, her gentle lips following hers again. “
Brother Yue… I can’t practice calligraphy anymore…”
His sexy red lips gently sucked on her tender skin. After a while, he raised his golden eyes. “What, you don’t like your brother
kissing you? Didn’t you like it when you were little? You would giggle when I kissed you…”
“No…” Ye Tong Shui quickly shook her head, lowering her face to continue practicing calligraphy. She just felt that such
a kiss between siblings was too intimate…
Ye Yue’s lips curled up, his eyes quietly fixed on her calm face. Her small hands were still busy, very
serious. He reached out to turn her face away, brought his lips to hers, gently sucked on her lips, released them, and then
gently sucked on them again, so tenderly and lingeringly.
“Brother Ye…”
Ye Yue turned his head, his golden eyes meeting her watery eyes. “Don’t refuse, remember I am your only brother
…” As he spoke, his lips lowered again, capturing her flower-like lips.
With a "snap," the calligraphy brush fell to the ground, splattering a pool of dark ink onto her snow-white gauze robe.
Ye Tongshui was soaking in a wooden tub filled with flowers. She scooped up the fragrant water and poured it over her delicate arms,
gently caressing them. She was in her private bathhouse,
a space Ye Yue had specially opened next to his for her alone. She never allowed anyone to serve her, always preferring to bathe alone, sometimes for
most of the day.
Her hands slowly traced her body, meticulously cleaning every inch of her skin, removing every bruise. It
reminded her of the scenes she had experienced in the Imperial Wind Palace.
She gently touched her lips with her finger, her body trembling slightly. Her mouth had once held
the enormous member between Ye Feng's legs; he had actually inserted his penis into her mouth to vent his desire…
That day, he grabbed her from the bed as she retched. She frantically looked up and saw a storm raging in his dark eyes
. She immediately knelt on the ground, her body trembling. “Your Highness, this servant deserves to die.”
Ye Feng grabbed her hair fiercely, forcing her to tilt her head back. “Don’t let me hear the word 'deserves to die' again!”
Her lips parted slightly, looking at him in fear.
Those slightly trembling, pale lips fell into Ye Feng’s dark eyes, their pale yet pink color stirring…
His heart was filled with intense desire. If he needed, with a mere whisper, countless women would throw themselves into his arms
, each one no less beautiful, more sensible, and more mature than the girl before him, like ripe peaches
waiting to be plucked. But things easily obtained always lose their appeal to men, while the more delicate and
unattainable a woman is, the more it ignites their intense desire to ravage and possess her, just
like this girl before him, seemingly powerless to resist yet utterly untouchable. He wanted to possess her, to thrust himself
into her body, to possess her madly and truly!
But he couldn't! Even he, so high and mighty, who trampled everything except his father and mother underfoot
, had things he couldn't have. He couldn't tolerate her existence, yet he insisted she continue to exist.
He frowned, gripping her chin tightly. Her mouth was forced open, welcoming him, seemingly
offering some kind of invitation. The night wind howled like a beast, then thrust its enormous desire inside him.
Ye Tongshui's eyes were wide open, but her mouth was stuffed full, allowing her only to let out pitiful moans. His
enormous member couldn't be fully inserted; part of it remained outside her mouth, and he already felt the tip pressing
against her throat.
He held her head still, his firm buttocks thrusting forward, pounding into her mouth again and again. Ye Tongshui almost
stopped breathing; the huge thing filled the walls of her mouth, slippery, hard, and soft,
sliding inside, penetrating to its deepest point.
Her small mouth enveloped him so tightly, as warm and smooth as honey. He slowly increased the pace,
thrusting rapidly, advancing hard, his massive member completely submerged in her mouth, almost reaching her esophagus.
The painful whimpers of Ye Tongshui in his ears made him grow even larger and harder, thrusting back and forth even faster. Finally
, he threw his head back and let out a soft howl, ejaculating a stream of semen deep into her mouth. He withdrew his desire, pinching her chin
to watch her swallow the fluid flowing from his body before releasing her. Ye Tongshui collapsed weakly to the ground.
Ye Feng squatted down, then pinched her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you like it?"
Ye Tongshui's head shook slightly in his hand, her eyes filled with desperate fear. His hand tightened, his dark eyes sharp,
his voice even deeper, "Do you like it?"
A trace of sorrow flashed in Tongshui's eyes, but she nodded slightly towards him, a tear
sliding down her beautiful eye.
Ye Feng picked her up. "You're filthy, you should wash yourself." Ye Tongshui trembled in his arms, her voice hoarse
, "No, please, Your Highness, let me go..." Her body was covered in fresh wounds; if they got wet, they
would surely become infected and fester. Ye Feng ignored her completely. Before she could finish speaking, he threw her heavily into
the steaming hot spring pool.
The water was warm, but quite deep. Tongshui struggled, her arms flailing, until she grasped a smooth arm, and like
clinging to driftwood, she wouldn't let go. She had grabbed Ye Feng's arm; he was now standing in the pool,
the water only reaching his honey-colored chest.
Tong Shui's slender arms were draped around his neck, her bare upper body pressed tightly against his chest,
and her long legs wrapped around his waist like vines.
Ye Feng's tall figure stood like a pillar in the water, a hint of amusement flashing in his dark eyes,
a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Tong Shui immediately blushed crimson. She released her grip in shame, her body sliding downwards.
A salty liquid immediately entered her mouth, threatening to engulf her. In a panic, she opened her arms and hugged
Ye Feng's waist, her entire body sinking into the water, only her head remaining above the surface, pressed tightly against his chest.
Ye Feng chuckled, seemingly enjoying her using him as a last lifeline. Fear gripped her heart, but her hands remained
clasped tightly around him.
He looked down at her beautiful, dark eyes, like purple chrysanthemums, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You
must know, life is far more important than anything else, including dignity."
His waist was thick and strong, his skin smooth as jade. Ye Tongshui, her arms wrapped around his, began to slowly slide down,
her delicate chin already submerged in the water. Her arms tightened involuntarily, clinging tightly to him,
fear slowly spreading in her dark pupils. But her body continued to slide down
against her will. Just as the fear of death in her eyes reached its peak, just as her small nose was about to dip underwater,
Ye Feng stretched out his strong arms, cupping her slender buttocks and gently lifting her up.
Her arms wrapped around his neck again, their naked bodies almost pressed together without a gap, but
Ye Tongshui could no longer let go. She clung to him tightly, her delicate body trembling.
Night Wind's thick, long fingers caressed her bare back, tracing the reddish-brown mounds etched by the whip,
feeling a more intense tremor run through her body beneath his fingers.
Pain, sharp pains spreading through her body wherever his hand touched. But amidst the pain rose a
tingling, pleasurable sensation; the warm water flowing over her skin with his fingers was like a massage brush,
bringing a numbing pleasure to the pain. It turned out the water in this pool was hot spring water, which not only wouldn't cause wounds to fester
but also had excellent healing properties.
Tong Shui was powerless to struggle; her life hung in the balance in his hands. Only by clinging tightly to the driftwood before her
could she avoid drowning in this pool.
She didn't want to die. Although life seemed endlessly dark, she was still young, her pure young
heart filled with so many hopes, hopes that, like flower buds, were prematurely destined to be
ravaged by the storm, yet one or two stubbornly bloomed with the light of life. A sliver of hope,
like a ray of blue sky in the darkness, pierced deep into her heart.
Those large hands slowly slid down her back, easily removing her clothes and underpants. Warm palms, through
the water, quickly covered her buttocks, roughly caressing and kneading.
A huge, hot iron rod pressed against her tender inner thigh, still slowly growing and erect, its hot, hard tip
gently touching her skin.
Tong Shui, feeling shy, couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This sound,
however, was like a summons to a man already aroused, like a torrent breaking through a dam, his passion erupting uncontrollably
.
Ye Feng scooped her up, turning her upside down against the edge of the pool. Her upper body was already on the bank, but her snow-white
buttocks were pressed against the edge, arched even more rounded and alluring. Ye Feng's large hands covered her, his honey-colored palms completely
enveloping her white skin, rubbing her from bottom to top. His
heavy breaths slowly sprayed onto her snow-white buttocks, and Tong Shui struggled.
His large hands pressed tightly against her shapely buttocks, his deep voice threatening, "Move again, or I'll throw you into the pool as
fertilizer." With that, his two large hands spread her thighs, inserting his deep desire into the base of her thighs,
his body beginning to thrust into her.
His thick, long penis moved in and out between her thighs, the hard walls of his penis gently rubbing against her tight opening and
the tender flesh between her thighs. His body slammed against her buttocks, pressing against her and then pulling away. The thick shaft inserted between her legs grew
harder and harder.
"Ah..." "Her body trembled with his movements as he thrust upside down, each violent impact causing
her to groan uncontrollably.
His thick member between her legs grew even more violent, like a sharp sword thrusting in and out from her tightly closed thighs. His
hands gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly, and finally, with a roar, he sprayed a stream of sticky liquid
onto her exposed buttocks.
Ye Tongshui felt her naked buttocks being drenched by the hot liquid, and her body
trembled slightly. She knew it was another gush of liquid from his member; he always liked to spray it on her body.
A pair of large hands turned her over, his dark eyes lowered, "You little devil,"
he said, biting her lip hard.
Ye Tongshui felt... " A suffocating breath escaped her lips, and she gasped, waking to find herself not
beneath Ye Feng, but sitting in a flower-strewn bathtub. Her hands gripped the tub's edge tightly, her neck
tense.
She relaxed, shook her head, banishing the unpleasant images from her mind, closed her eyes, and rested her head on
the edge of the tub. After a while, she stepped out, dried herself with a snow-white towel, and donned the
fine white silk robe Ye Yue had prepared for her. She slowly walked out of the bathroom.
She hadn't washed her hair, leaving it in the swallow-shaped bun Ye Yue had styled for her. She couldn't bear to undo it; she always adored the way Ye Yue styled her
hair, often going days without washing it, even carefully before bed, just to admire it for
a few more days.
“Water…” A clear voice came from Ye Yue’s bedroom. Ye Tongshui hurried a few steps, walked around the screen and entered
the inner room.
“Brother Yue, you called me…” Tongshui was stunned.
Ye Yue was standing with his back to her, being helped by Hua Nu to put on his nightgown. His arm was inside the wide sleeves of his robe, and Hua Nu gently
lifted his still slightly damp long hair from the base of his neck and slowly dried it with a towel. Hearing Tongshui’s
voice, he turned around.
His face was like the moon, his skin as white as jade, his eyebrows arched to his temples, his lips like cinnabar pearls, his narrow eyes were like gold, his gentleness revealed a hint of romance
, and his dignity made one feel that even looking at him was a desecration, but his demeanor and elegance made it
impossible to look away.
He was wearing a white robe, which was not yet tied up, and his chest was open, and he was not wearing anything under the white robe. His
skin was as smooth as jade, and his body was long and perfect, as if it were the last masterpiece of heaven.
(1) The man
's naked body was so beautiful, unlike the rugged physique of Ye Feng; his beauty belonged to an ethereal, untouched
beauty.
At first, Ye Tongshui was completely stunned by the beautiful male nude before her. When she came to her senses, her cheeks flushed
, and she was about to flee. Seeing Gui Nu enter carrying a tray with a small, delicate white jade bowl shaped like a hundred lotus blossoms,
she said, "Your Highness, the water you requested." Gui Nu knelt before Ye Yue, holding the
bowl high in the air. Ye Tongshui was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a hole. She turned away hastily, trying to escape. But her shoulders
were enveloped by a pair of jade-like arms. One arm gently lifted, tracing down her neck and into her black hair
. With a "plop," Ye Tongshui's black hair cascaded down like water.
Ye Tongshui cried out in surprise, turning around anxiously, "Brother Yue, how could you..." She wanted to say, how
could he... Her carefully combed hair came undone, but she didn't speak. Her face was met with a bare, jade-like
chest—a man's chest. Below, out of the corner of her eye, lay the man's most private area.
She blushed crimson with shame. For some reason, facing Ye Feng's naked body, she felt only fear, not shame.
Ye Yue, however, was different; she felt that every glance at him was a crime.
Ye Yue cupped her face, preventing her from turning her head. "What's wrong? Your face is so red. Is the bathwater too hot?"
Her eyes fluttered like butterfly wings, refusing to settle on him. "Brother Yue, I... I'm sleepy. I'm going to
sleep." She pulled away from him and vanished in a flash.
Ye Yue remained in the same position, but his hands no longer held that warm, solid body.
"Miss Ye, drink your medicine," Hua Nu handed Ye Tongshui a bowl of red medicinal soup. The soup was said to have
been prepared by a renowned physician at Ye Yue's request, mainly to regulate her body and clear her meridians. Ye Yue always felt she was too weak.
The soup tasted as bland as water. Tongshui obediently drank it, her eyes slowly closing, and she softly fell asleep on the bed.
The night was still, and a bright moon rose high in the sky. Inside the vast Crown Prince's palace, a perpetually burning lamp with jade-green glass burned.
On the large bed, carved with dragons and phoenixes, a naked, jade-like man pressed a woman beneath him. The woman was Yun Ji, who was said to
possess a... Her skill was to make the men on top of her feel as if they were floating on clouds. However, ever since she
was favored by the Crown Prince on the first day she lost her virginity, no one had seen her again. Some said she was dead, others said
she was banished from the palace… At this moment, her snow-white thighs were tightly wrapped around the man's body, her head tilted back,
her long, cloud-like hair cascading down like a waterfall over the edge of the bed. With each of the man's violent thrusts, she repeatedly tilted her
head back, pressing her full breasts against his chest, her buttocks raised so that his desire could penetrate deeper, her mouth…
She let out a series of ecstatic moans, her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her eyes
glazed over with desire. The man's bare back, draped over her, seemed bathed in moonlight; his long, flowing hair, like black water
, cascaded down her body. His massive member was thrusting into her tender honeyed depths, his powerful
hips rising and falling like a giant sword, eliciting wave after wave of increasingly loud moans from her.
The man's face, however, remained as pure as moonlight, devoid of any other expression. He didn't look at the woman beneath him, but instead
turned his face towards a white jade couch not far from the main bed, his eyes seemingly fixed there, unmoving.
On the couch lay a naked young girl, her face delicate and oval, her long eyelashes gently folded, her small
lips like blooming spring flowers. Her body, pure as a snow lotus, possessed curves as beautiful as spring mountains. Two
smooth, rounded breasts blossomed with two cherry-red nipples. Her flat stomach, two long, slender
legs, and above her thighs a dense, glossy black forest, the small, alluring entrance hidden within
.
Night Moon's gaze, like moonlit spring water, flowed over every inch of the girl's body. The girl breathed softly,
her white breasts rising and falling with her breath, the bright red nipples trembling gently, teasing his lustful gaze.
His gaze lingered on those two nipples, his pale golden eyes slowly deepening, while his movements below grew increasingly violent
. Suddenly, he stood up, his immense desire withdrawing from the woman's body. The woman beneath him convulsed
, reaching out to grasp him, but her hands grasped nothing; her body
twisted in painful emptiness.
Night Moon had already reached the jade bed, his slender fingers gently caressing the girl's cheek, lingering with infinite tenderness.
Then his hand slowly slid down, finally covering her rounded breasts. His thumb gently slid, feeling the alabaster
texture beneath his fingers. He couldn't help but rub them with his fingers until he felt the two cherries hard against his
soft palm. A hint of joy slowly spread across his pale red lips. He
pinched the pale pink areola with his index finger and thumb, making the nipple at the tip even rounder and fuller. He lowered his head and gently
took the alluring red cherry into his mouth. The cherry slid past his lips, then he pulled it away, and
he took it back into his mouth again. With a gentle pull, the round nipple, moistened by his saliva, became even more vibrant and tempting. His eyes darkened,
and he lowered his head again to take it in, not letting go, only licking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His slender fingers also slid up to pinch
and twist the other nipple.
The girl's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, and her skin slowly radiated a burning heat. This
aroused the man buried in her chest, and his hands and lips began to move wildly.
His kisses traveled downwards, his tongue licking her round navel, exploring every nook and cranny, seemingly enjoying
it. One hand slid down, inserting itself into the long, dark forest, as if lost, unable to find its way out.
He raised his head, his hands parting her tightly closed legs, revealing the beautiful garden hidden in the forest. His golden eyes
gazed quietly, and after a long while, he used his fingers to pry open her labia, revealing a small cave. His fingers caressed the flower's center, caressed the
petals, his long fingers lingering outside the cave, but hesitant to penetrate.
His fingers trembled slightly, sliding up and down in the pink flesh,
stopping abruptly when they touched the almost closed entrance.
A surge of heat rushed to his head, he shuddered, his gaze sliding down, a snow-white hand grasping his already swollen and
large member, soft breasts slowly pressing against his back, gently swirling.
Yun Ji smiled softly at him, a seductive moan escaping her lips, her small hand gripping his manhood trembling slightly. But
she found no desire in his eyes as he looked at her; a pang of disappointment washed over her, quickly
replaced by waves of lust. She was merely a substitute, a substitute for the girl on the bed; his erection was only for her, his
desire only burned for her. But even if she was just a substitute, she was willing.
"Let me serve you, Your Highness," he said. Why did he go through all this? To prevent Ye Tongshui from developing, he had given her
a special potion. According to the rules of the Night Kingdom, a woman who hadn't reached puberty was forbidden to be touched, lest she attract evil spirits and dishonor the Night
Kingdom. Other men couldn't touch her, yet he had also restrained himself. Why suffer like this? What Ye Tongshui could give him
, she could give him too.
"Get away," Ye Yue said softly.
She smiled sadly, lowered herself, and took his desire into her mouth. A soft moan escaped Ye Yue's
lips, which gently slid down her throat, drawing his desire deeper. She knew he couldn't resist,
for his desire was already at its peak; his longing for Ye Tongshui had
been suppressed since the first time he gained the ability to possess a woman.
Ye Yue's golden eyes were deep and intense. He released his desire, lifted the woman's legs, and thrust the massive iron rod into her smooth passage.
"Ah!" The woman screamed, her voice a mixture of pain and wanton excitement.
"Don't blame me, you asked for it," he said softly, but then began to thrust violently into her passage
. "Ah... um... ah..." "Your Highness, Yun'er wants it, Your Highness, give it to me!" Her snow-white body
swayed violently beneath the man, almost falling apart, yet Yun Ji loved this feeling, the feeling of being brutally penetrated by this powerful man's enormous member
. She was intoxicated by the immense fullness in her body.
"Shui... Shui'er..." Ye Yue quickened his pace, but whispered softly in her ear.
Ye Tong Shui opened her eyes, and what came into view was a tall figure with silky black hair.
"Brother Yue..." she leaned forward.
The man turned around, revealing an unparalleled smile to her. "My Shui'er has finally woken up?" He walked towards her
, and she saw that he was holding a jade bottle of Wan Hong Feng Sui Ointment. "Lie down, I'll apply the ointment for you," he said, pressing her
body down.
Ye Tongshui subconsciously grabbed the collar of her robe. "Brother Yue, I'm already healed..."
His golden eyes were slightly displeased, but a gentle smile played on his lips. "How can you be healed? It's
better when all the scars have faded completely, otherwise, it's very ugly for a girl to have scars on her body." His voice was still pleasant and gentle, but it brooked no
argument.
Ye Tongshui lowered her eyes, obediently lay back on the bed, and closed her eyes. A slender, slightly warm hand reached out and gently...
He loosened her robe sash and removed her undergarments piece by piece.
The girl's uniquely beautiful body was revealed to the air; her smooth, creamy skin was supple and radiated
a pearly glow. Yet, this beautiful body lacked curves, a regrettable
flaw even in such a perfect work of art.
The man's fingers, carrying a cool, exotic fragrance, began to roam over the girl's body, gently caressing every inch, even
the most sensitive parts. The girl's eyes were lightly closed, only her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
The man's fingers, warm yet slightly cool, exuding a subtle fragrance, touched her body intimately
, yet without any desire.
The man turned the girl over, revealing her alabaster back to his view. His eyes
paused for a moment, then he applied ointment to his fingers and gently spread it.
"Brother Yue," Tong Shui, who hadn't spoken until now, called softly.
"Hmm?" Ye Yue responded gently, a tender glint in his eyes.
Ye Tongshui turned her face to the side, resting her head on her arm. A ray of sunlight from outside the curtains shone on her cheeks, making them look like pink
flower buds. "Why are there no women around Brother Yue?"
"Why do you ask that?" A smile appeared on her bright red lips.
"The Second Prince Feng is never without women. He is always surrounded by different women, almost every day a
different one, but all equally beautiful. But Brother Yue has never summoned the women from the 'Xiaxu Palace.'
Does Brother Yue not like them? Does he not need them?"
"What did you hear?" Long fingers traced her skin more delicately.
Ye Tongshui licked her dry lips. "Some people say that Brother Yue has..."
"A homosexual tendency?" Ye Yue raised an eyebrow.
Ye Tongshui blushed, nodded slightly, her brows furrowing unconsciously. "I heard that many ministers in the court have also
expressed their opinions on this, and have reservations about Brother Yue's position as Crown Prince..."
"I don't care about these things, but I do care about what you think?" Ye Yue's voice was cool.
“I…” Ye Tongshui buried her face in her arms, “If Brother Yue really is as they say…
he should also occasionally have relations with a few concubines, just for show, so as not to give anyone a handle to use against him…”
Her fingers, which had been stroking the girl’s back, stopped, her golden eyes darkened, and her red lips pursed in displeasure, but her voice remained
gentle, even carrying a hint of encouragement, “Anything else?”
“Anything else, I think the women in ‘Shangshan Palace’ are so pitiful. They’ve been locked up in the palace since they were young,
like canaries in a cage. They must all have many fantasies about the future, hoping that one day they will be
chosen by a prince and rise to the top. They must also want to see the world outside ‘Shangshan Palace,’ but they
can only wait, and they never get to see anything. Until their beauty fades, the earliest ones who entered the palace are already in their twenties, but
they have never seen a prince, and can only imagine what they look like…” “They are really pitiful…”
“Does Brother Yue think so too?”
“My Shui Xin is truly kind-hearted. Are you blaming your brother? Blaming him for not having taken a concubine yet? Blaming him
for neglecting the women waiting for his favor in the Shangshan Palace and Xiaxu Palace…”

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