wet nurse

The Wei family suffered a terrible fate. The patriarch, the eldest son, and the second son were all beheaded, their property confiscated, and the rest were either exiled or enslaved. This should have been a cause for sympathy, but the people of the capital only felt happy and relieved.
Indeed, how could anyone feel sympathy for those executed for corruption?

Feng looked at Wei Yao—the youngest son of the Wei family, who usually stayed home studying and rarely even left the house, and was also the only son of the Wei family who did not serve in the court and was not involved in corruption—he was very handsome and appeared very clean. Because he was kneeling, his height could not be seen, but he must be quite tall, probably a little taller than Feng himself. These qualities easily evoked goodwill, but, "Hmph," Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly, for it was precisely these qualities that had led him to appoint several corrupt officials from the Wei family to important positions.
Feng paced back and forth, pondered for a while, and then suddenly smiled. "Take him to the inner palace and have him live with the wet nurses."
Turning to the bewildered Eunuch Li, he said, "I want to try something different, so have Imperial Physician Qin administer the medicine."

With that, he left the side chamber with his hands behind his back.

This inexplicable order stunned Eunuch Li and Wei Yao. But Eunuch Li, familiar with the Emperor's intentions, quickly understood and led Wei Yao to the side palace of the Emperor's wet nurses.

Wei Yao thus inexplicably found himself among a group of women who produced breast milk specifically for the Emperor. Although each had their own room, he still felt extremely uncomfortable, compounded by the inexplicably bitter and unpalatable medicine he was forced to drink every day. The days were truly unbearable.

However, no matter how unbearable it was, he wouldn't forget one thing—he had no right to speak. Fortunately, the Emperor wasn't too heartless; at least when he asked someone to move his books from the Wei family home, the Emperor didn't seem to object.
So, enjoying the same living conditions as his wet nurses, he spent his days reading—though, given his current state of mind, he had no idea what he was reading—and his nights lying in bed, unable to sleep, his temples always damp with tears.

Previously, Wei Yao had always enjoyed reading, imagining the ancients, the present, and even the future. His father and brothers only said he was unambitious, and his mother said he was always like a child. He felt uncomfortable then, but now he didn't even have the chance to speak to them.

Now, at 19, he suddenly began to feel confused for the first time, wondering why he had come into this world and what he should do in the future. He used to laugh at those ordinary people who married, had children, and busied themselves with fame and fortune at 18 or 19. But now he felt he wasn't even as good as one of those so-called ordinary people.

After living in the palace for three and a half months, to others, Wei Yao was no different except that he had become thinner, taller, and paler. Only Wei Yao himself knew that his once clear mind had become shrouded in gloom.
That day, Wei Yao, as usual, quickly weaved through the chattering wet nurses in the courtyard and ran to the small pond they frequented—their permitted area was very limited, and this pond was the only quiet and serene place they were allowed to come to. Just as he sat down and opened a book, he felt something strange in his breasts; it seemed to be happening all the time lately. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he gently rubbed his breasts, but the rubbing only intensified the pain. He pressed harder, and immediately felt a warm current emanating from within. Startled, he looked down and, despite wearing several layers of clothing due to the chilly September and October weather, he could still see a damp patch on his chest.

Wei Yao was completely at a loss. He quickly covered his chest with the book and ran back, weaving through the wet nurses again, rushing back into the house. The wet nurses, used to Wei Yao's hurried manner as he passed through them, had never seen him so distraught. For a moment, their voices fell silent, and they stared blankly as Wei Yao disappeared from sight.

Back in his room, Wei Yao opened his robe and saw that his nipples were erect and his chest seemed to have swelled into two small mounds. He suddenly understood the purpose of the medicine the palace servants gave him every day, and he sat on the bed, dumbfounded, unable to move.
Chapter Two: Humiliation

The next day, when the palace eunuchs brought the medicine again, he overturned it with one hand, and this happened several times in a row. The eunuchs had no choice but to report to Eunuch Li. This was a matter personally ordered by the Emperor, and Eunuch Li dared not neglect it and immediately reported to the Emperor.
When Feng Gang heard this, he was a little confused—who was Wei Yao, and when had he issued such an order? Suddenly, he remembered the whole story and smiled helplessly. With so many affairs of state, his memory was getting worse and worse.
"Hehe, bring him to the 'Green Pavilion' to wait for me today." He didn't expect that Imperial Physician Qin was so powerful, he could really make a man produce milk. Next time, he would ask him to make medicine to make a man give birth. He wondered if it would be difficult for him. He thought with a bit of amusement.
Wei Yao sat blankly at the table by the window in the "Green Pavilion." His mind was in complete turmoil, unsure of what fate awaited him. His breasts were still throbbing with pain, but he lacked even the courage to touch them.

Feng Yi entered the room and saw a man sitting motionless at the table, his face somewhat familiar. Annoyingly, this man seemed oblivious to the announcement of "His Majesty's arrival," and didn't greet him, simply sitting there like a wooden statue.

But thinking about the reason, he couldn't help but laugh; perhaps the man was frightened by his own breasts. It had been a long time since he'd encountered something so amusing, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Now, Wei Yao finally noticed someone had entered. He was initially stunned by the sight of a handsome young man (no wonder, given how he'd only ever seen wet nurses and eunuchs, and how he'd always knelt and bowed when they met before), but upon seeing the man's yellow robe, anger immediately surged across his face. Wei Yao charged directly at Feng. Feng, caught off guard, froze, and was struck heavily on the arm. Wei Yao raised his hand to strike again.
Feng, however, wouldn't tolerate such audacity and grabbed Wei Yao's wrist. Feng, skilled in martial arts, used force in this blow, causing Wei Yao's lips to turn pale with pain, but his eyes remained fixed on Feng with resentment.

Feng, who had initially found it amusing, now felt utterly disappointed. "Hmph, do people from corrupt official families even have the right to feel shame?! Fine, you feel shame? I'll shame you to death!" (He had only intended to humiliate Wei Yao today to vent his anger and release him from the palace; keeping him around was pointless, but now Wei Yao had provoked him).

He twisted Wei Yao's hands behind his back, pinning him down with one hand and pulling Wei Yao's body towards himself. With the other hand, he tore open Wei Yao's shirt, opened his mouth, and sucked on one of Wei Yao's nipples, pinching the other nipple with his other hand.
Feng, who was originally a germaphobe, would never have agreed to this. Even during sex, even his most beloved concubine had never received any caresses from Feng; they only engaged in sexual activity.

"Ah!!!! What are you doing! Let me go!!" Wei Yao struggled desperately.

Ignoring Wei Yao's struggles, Feng sucked hard on Wei Yao's nipple, while his other hand roughly squeezed and pressed Wei Yao's other nipple. To his surprise, the milk was unexpectedly sweet. He had never tasted such a sweet drink in all these years. His eyes couldn't help but glance regretfully at the milk that had been squeezed out and wasted.
"Ah!!!" Wei Yao felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. His hands were bound, and he was forced to raise his head, offering his nipples to Feng's mouth and hands. Sticky liquid leaked from the corners of Feng's mouth and between his squeezed fingers. What was shameful was that his breasts, which had been swollen for many days, seemed to finally receive the comfort he had longed for...

"No... don't..." Wei Yao wished he could tear the person who was ravaging him to pieces, but he didn't even have the freedom to bang his head against the wall. He could only bite his lip, shake his head, and his face was covered with tears of humiliation.

Feng loosened his grip on Wei Yao's nipples and increased the force of his sucking on Wei Yao's sweet milk.

"Ah..." After an unknown amount of time, one of Wei Yao's nipples, which had been sucked, was swollen and bruised. Even the slightest touch of Feng's tongue would make him tremble sensitively. The stinging pain and uncomfortable position made him feel like he was about to faint, and painful groans escaped his lips.

After a long while, Feng's mouth left Wei Yao's nipple, which was almost completely drained of milk. Wei Yao had just loosened his grip on his lip, wanting to breathe a sigh of relief, when Feng's mouth suddenly sucked on his other nipple.

"Ahhhhhh...no..." Wei Yao bit his lip hard again. This time, the force of the sucking made Wei Yao feel as if his nipple had been sucked off his chest.

"Ahhhh...no..." Feng, dissatisfied with the barely visible milk, squeezed and pressed hard around the nipple with his hands to match the sucking. Unable to struggle, Wei Yao was already in tears. He

only relaxed his grip after squeezing almost the last drop of milk into his mouth, but he was still not satisfied and licked the nipples and the area around them.

"Let...go...ah..." Wei Yao's nipples were swollen to several times their original size, and he himself was already delirious from the torment. His once full breasts had been sucked flat, and the tingling sensation from Feng's light licking made him feel even more ashamed.

Feng hadn't expected the milk to be so sweet, causing him to lose his composure. Although somewhat angry at himself for being so bewitched by a man's breasts and milk, he couldn't resist the urge to taste that sweetness again.

He bent down and lifted Wei Yao, who was slightly taller than him, into his arms, placing him on the bed. The semi-conscious Wei Yao couldn't struggle. After placing Wei Yao on the bed, Feng desperately squeezed Wei Yao's shriveled breasts with both hands, sucking frantically on his nipples. Wei Yao could only whimper in pain: "It's...gone...gone...it
hurts...don't...suck...suck...anymore..."

Looking at the dry nipples, Feng finally gave up. He helped Wei Yao pull up his shirt, opened the door, and left. He instructed, "Have Imperial Physician Qin increase the dosage; if that doesn't work, force-feed him."

The next day, Wei Yao woke up feeling sore all over, especially his breasts, which were in excruciating pain. A young eunuch nearby, seeing him awake, immediately presented him with two bowls of medicine. Wei Yao didn't even have the strength to knock them over, and could only tremble and turn his head away. Upon seeing him, the young eunuch called out "Xiao Xiaozi," and another young eunuch entered. One held his body down, lifting his head, while the other forcefully poured the medicine down his throat. After administering the medicine, the two eunuchs withdrew, leaving Wei Yao alone by the bedside, coughing incessantly.

Chapter Three: Loss of Virginity

Having reached this point, Wei Yao didn't know why he didn't want to die. Why was he so afraid of death? Perhaps his father was right; he was spineless.

Regardless, Wei Yao wanted to live.

These past few days, Wei Yao hadn't even wanted to read. Aside from eating, bathing, and using the toilet, he often sat by the window, lost in thought. The palace servants had forced him to take a large dose of medicine, and combined with his previous medication, in just four days, his breasts were swollen and unbearable again, yet he didn't want to touch that humiliating place again.

After returning to his palace that day, unable to understand how he could have done such a strange thing, he tried to bury himself in his work, hoping to forget everything.

Yet he felt a fire burning within him, threatening to consume him. He went to his beloved Consort Qin's quarters, intending to make love, but then he saw Wei Yao's tormented, saliva-covered breasts, his half-open, pleading mouth, and his half-open, tearful, humiliated eyes. He immediately rose and hurriedly left, leaving Consort Qin there, bewildered and heartbroken. Feng

returned to his palace, pacing around like a trapped beast for several minutes before finally giving up and sitting down in a chair, muttering, "Whatever the reason, who doesn't have quirks? I am the Emperor, and my subjects can keep male concubines, so why can't I keep a male concubine who can produce milk?"

Without hesitation, he went straight to the "Green Pavilion."

This time, Wei Yao not only heard "Your Majesty has arrived" but also reacted swiftly, stepping onto the table and chairs, intending to jump out the window to escape. Feng entered the room and, seeing this, was furious: what did he think he was, trying to escape? Feng strode to the table and grabbed Wei Yao's knee-length, loose hair.

Wei Yao winced in pain and was pulled down, pinned to the ground by Feng's grip on his waist.
Without a word, Feng ripped open Wei Yao's shirt, slammed him onto the table, and continued to pull on his hair. Wei Yao, in pain, used both hands to pull at Feng's hand, trying to ease the pain. Feng quickly took one of Wei Yao's nipples into his mouth and squeezed the breast vigorously, making the sweet juice flow into his mouth faster and more abundantly. The restlessness of the past two days seemed to have found its cure, and Feng had almost never felt so satisfied.

"Ah!!" Wei Yao was forced to lie back, his nipple and milk being enjoyed by someone else. He opened his mouth in pain and shame, but could no longer speak.

After a while, Feng felt that he was no longer so restless. He released his grip on the breast and moved to Wei Yao's other nipple, gently kneading it to make it easier for him to enjoy later.

Wei Yao felt Feng's hand, which had been pulling his hair, was no longer so forceful. His hands fell limply to his sides. Struggle, shame—his mind was blank; he only wanted to rest.

"Mmm...mmm..." His nipples, which had been kneaded and sucked for so long, were becoming increasingly sensitive. Wei Yao couldn't help but moan softly, without realizing it himself.

Gradually, Feng sensed that the milk from the nipple that had been sucked was running low. Based on his previous experience, he released the breast that was no longer full and opened his mouth to suckle the other nipple. His hands stopped pulling Wei Yao's hair and instead massaged the breast that had been sucked, hoping that it would not disappoint him and accumulate some more milk.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Unable to resist the prolonged tingling sensation, Wei Yao completely relaxed, gently twisting his body. Unlike other 18 or 19-year-old youths, he had never experienced such things before and had almost never heard of them. If he had seen a book that touched on this subject, he would throw the book away.

He only knew that having one's breasts and nipples manipulated was shameful, stemming from his instinct for self-purification and self-love. But being a man himself, having another man suckle his breasts, manipulate his breasts, would be mortifying to anyone.
Hearing the hoarse moans, Feng, who had been focused solely on Wei Yao's breasts, found his own penis hardening. He couldn't bear to leave the mouth and hands that were sucking and squeezing her breasts, so he moved his hands down from Wei Yao's waist, half-pulling down her pants, and used his fingers to squeeze her anus. He didn't want to touch any man's genitals, but for his own pleasure, he still sucked the milk, patiently softening Wei Yao's anus.

Wei Yao didn't know what Feng was doing; he just moaned in the throbbing pleasure, gently twisting.
"Ahhh. Ah...ah..." Feng had already inserted three fingers into Wei Yao's anus and found her sensitive clitoris, squeezing and pressing it incessantly. Wei Yao's whole body convulsed from his manipulation. Normally, Feng would never let his hands enter such a filthy place, but he seemed to have gone mad and forgotten who he was.

"Mmm... mmm..." Satisfied with the nipple filled with sweet milk, Feng was in no hurry to release. His hands continued to explore until all four fingers were inside.

"Ah..." Slowly, the milk in the other nipple was no longer so plentiful. Feng reluctantly released the abnormally swollen nipple that had been sucked, and looked at the other breast. It didn't seem to have fully recovered. Only then did he realize that his penis was painfully swollen. He spread Wei Yao's legs wide and inserted his entire penis into Wei Yao's anus.

"Ahhhhh..." Feng massaged Wei Yao's breasts with both hands, anticipating their refill, while thrusting hard into Wei Yao. Wei Yao had long forgotten who she was and where she was, only being fucked by Feng with her legs wide open, moaning loudly.

"Ahhhhh..." Because of the thorough stimulation, Wei Yao felt no pain at all. He was only being relentlessly penetrated by Feng's enormous member, constantly pressing against his sensitive clitoris. His limbs had completely lost control, twisting and twitching chaotically. Saliva dripped from his gaping mouth, pooling on the table.
Wei Yao had no idea how heartbroken his exiled mother would be to see her youngest son being played with like this by a man.

Wei Yao's tightness made Feng lose control of himself. He frantically thrust his long, twisting body against the table, his hands forgetting to control their strength, desperately kneading Wei Yao's slightly swollen breasts. Milk was squeezed out and sprayed back onto Wei Yao's chest.

Under Feng's forceful kneading and frenzied manipulation, Wei Yao had fallen silent, only his mouth and eyes wide open.
The sticky wetness on Wei Yao's breasts drove Feng completely mad. His hands kneaded Wei Yao's breasts and nipples as if he wanted to completely destroy them, while he thrust violently beneath him.

Feng felt he was nearing his climax. He suddenly grabbed Wei Yao's breasts tightly, squeezing her nipples pitifully between his fingers. With a final thrust, Feng plunged into the intestinal cavity he had been manipulating for so long.
Wei Yao felt as if she had been pierced through, her breasts aching as if Feng had ripped them off. A stream of hot fluid shot into her intestines like an arrow.

With his penis still inside Wei Yao's rectum and his hands still squeezing her breasts, Feng collapsed onto Wei Yao's chest.

Wei Yao's body was covered in sticky stains—squeezed-out milk, his own semen that had been ejaculated countless times during their manipulation, and the sweat and saliva of both of them. He opened his eyes groggily, his lips opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a word.
After a long while, Feng slowly regained his senses. Looking at the breasts he had almost squeezed dry, he reluctantly and lovingly brought his mouth to them, taking one nipple into his mouth and beginning to enjoy the remaining sweet juice.

When Wei Yao regained consciousness, this was the scene before him: his legs were spread wide, and Feng was squeezing between them; closing his legs was futile. Feng was desperately pinching his left breast with both hands, while his mouth was sucking hard on his left nipple.
Wei Yao was unable to move, his body exposed like this, allowing Feng to enjoy the only remaining milk in his breast. The skin of his breast and nipple had been roughly damaged by Feng's actions, so Feng's forceful sucking and kneading were amplified several times and transmitted to Wei Yao's central nervous system, but he had no strength to make any move.

Feng's sexual desire wasn't particularly strong; his mind was focused on national affairs. This was the first time he had been so frantic, but he was satisfied after releasing his pent-up emotions. However, the sweetness of Wei Yao's milk had bewitched him. In the past, wet nurses would simply serve him milk in bowls, but now he only wanted to personally suck the milk from this abused, almost bleeding nipple and taste it.

The left breast, shriveled yet swollen from being sucked, was finally released, and Feng began a frenzied kneading and sucking of Wei Yao's right breast and nipple.

Feng finally left, satisfied.

Wei Yao's breasts were even more severely shriveled than before, covered with dense red finger marks and kneading marks. Her nipples were swollen to twice their size, even larger than those of a breastfeeding mother, and oozing blood.

Semen flowed from her anus, dripping down the table and onto the floor. Feng didn't need to have sex often, but he lasted a long time, and the amount of semen was frightening. Wei Yao's flat stomach was already slightly swollen from his semen. When

the two eunuchs entered the room and saw this scene, they couldn't help but shudder and exchange glances. They couldn't believe a man could be so ravaged.

They dared not say anything, only hurriedly bathing and dressing Wei Yao and cleaning up the mess. Of course, before leaving, they dutifully forced two bowls of medicine down Wei Yao's throat.

Chapter Four: Fulfilling

His Duty After such inhuman sexual intercourse, the naive Wei Yao suffered from a fever for a whole week. His mind remained hazy, only aware that he had taken a lot of medicine, some of which had that familiar taste, filling him with despair.

Feng, longing to taste that sweet fluid again, visited "Qingge" several times a day, but seeing Wei Yao's feverish state, he always left disappointed. He no longer wanted to touch other men's breast milk; these past few days had been nothing short of physical and mental torture for Feng, who had loved drinking human milk since childhood. By the eighth day, Wei Yao had improved slightly, but his mind had been completely shattered by the intense lovemaking. His mind was always blank, devoid of anything.

He had just finished eating porridge and taking his medicine, then leaned against the couch, lost in thought.

"His Majesty has arrived!" He almost jumped up in shock upon hearing this, but his body, utterly powerless, refused to move.
He hopelessly wrapped his arms around himself, looking at Feng in terror as he entered.

Feng was initially delighted to see Wei Yao sit up, but then became annoyed by Wei Yao's terrified expression.
He couldn't blame Wei Yao; even Feng himself found his actions towards Wei Yao somewhat unbearable. However, he didn't intend to control his desires for Wei Yao, because there was no need.

Feng walked over without speaking—he didn't know what to say. He pulled Wei Yao into his arms, tore open his clothes, and happily saw his firm, full breasts. Without a word, he sucked on one nipple.

Wei Yao was completely unprepared for Feng's directness. After a moment of stunned silence, he weakly tried to push him away. Feng grew impatient with this feeble struggle, and instead of gently sucking and kneading Wei Yao's nipple, he began to vigorously rub and suckle. Milk immediately gushed out, leaking from Feng's mouth before he could swallow it.

"Ah..." The rubbing and the milk flowing up to his nipples, combined with the intense tingling sensation from being suckled, quickly robbed Wei Yao of the strength and courage to struggle.

Wei Yao trembled with fear, afraid of being treated the same way again. But his worries were unnecessary; Feng had just returned from the concubine's place, and his sexual desires had been satisfied. However, the lack of this sweet milk for the past few days had prevented him from eating properly, and now he just wanted to eat his fill.

Seeing that Wei Yao had stopped struggling, Feng changed from rubbing and rubbing to slow suckling; he didn't want to waste this delicious milk.
Suddenly, Wei Yao felt the world spin. It turned out that Feng, tired from bending over, sat down on the bed, lifted Wei Yao onto his lap, raised his chest, and began to slowly suckle one of his nipples.

During this shift in position, Feng only let Wei Yao's nipple leave his for a few seconds before eagerly sucking it again. Wei Yao desperately felt the emperor's infatuation with his breast milk. He could clearly feel the shameful liquid from his breasts being sucked through his nipples into the absurd emperor's mouth, while the emperor's head rhythmically moved against his chest, and his throat rhythmically swallowed.

Wei Yao's powerless hands fell to his sides, his head turned to the side, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He desperately tried to hold back his moans, his teeth chattering. His body had become abnormally sensitive.

Feng kept switching between Wei Yao's two nipples, his hands gently kneading to facilitate the flow of milk. This time, he was determined not to waste a drop, to taste every drop of this sweet juice with his own mouth.

"Ah... um..." Wei Yao finally couldn't resist the agonizing tingling sensation and moaned as Feng sucked and swallowed.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng's movements slowed. He drifted off to sleep, enveloped in the peaceful atmosphere and the sweetness of the milk. Wei Yao also became drowsy.

Feng carried Wei Yao to the bed, then lay down beside her, pulling her breasts close to his own. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking as he slept. Because of his skillful treatment that day, Wei Yao's breasts were still quite full. Feng opened his eyes slightly to look, satisfied that he should have enough to drink all night.

"Mmm..." Wei Yao was slightly awakened by his actions of carrying her to bed, but due to exhaustion, she could only helplessly watch the emperor, like a child, suckling at her breast in his sleep, before drifting off to sleep again. Only occasionally would she groan and wriggle when Feng suddenly suckled her nipples forcefully, before falling back asleep.

In the morning, Feng woke up, opening his eyes somewhat dazed, looking at Wei Yao's full breasts and rosy nipples—still glistening with milk and his own saliva—that had been suckled all night. He suddenly realized what was happening, looked around, then at the sky, withdrew his arms from Wei Yao's waist, stretched, and felt a surge of relief, realizing he hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time; his mind was unexpectedly clear. It was still early.

He turned to look at Wei Yao's alluring chest, thinking: I should probably use my morning acupuncture.

He then lay on top of Wei Yao, kneading her small but full breasts with his hands, suckling at her nipples, and began to enjoy her milk. This time, he was in a hurry for the morning court session and had no time to relax. Coupled with his morning hunger and thirst, his movements were rough and impatient.

Poor Wei Yao was awakened by the disturbance to her chest. She reached out to stop him, but her hands were immediately grabbed and pressed above her head. Her nipples were sucked even harder. Milk gushed out of her nipples incessantly, and the excruciating tingling sensation returned.
Caught off guard, Wei Yao felt as if her soul was being sucked into his mouth from her nipples.

"Ah...no...it's so...numb..." Wei Yao began to moan and writhe.

"Ahhhhh..." Ignoring Wei Yao's reaction, Feng relentlessly plundered the milk from her breasts and nipples. He kneaded them vigorously and sucked without reservation. This blatant manipulation forced Wei Yao to bite her lip and endure. She tilted her head back and struggled to breathe.

Finally, Feng released Wei Yao, whose breasts were swollen and red from the manipulation, and who was now in a dreamy, tearful state. Having drunk his fill of milk, he burped, glanced at the tormented and delirious Wei Yao, and rose to return to his palace to change into his court robes.

Wei Yao's breasts seemed to have grown accustomed to the rough handling and the demand for copious amounts of milk; by evening, they were once again firm, full, and alluringly white.

A few days later, Feng ordered someone to bring Wei Yao to his own palace, where he held him every night and suckled at his breast.

Having been treated this way repeatedly, Wei Yao seemed to have lost some of his sense of shame, though the tingling sensation was unbearable.
During the day, Wei Yao would quietly read in Feng's palace; the shame no longer tormented him, and he could concentrate on his reading, as if he had returned to the carefree days at home.

But at night, when Feng returned to his palace, the first thing he did was hold Wei Yao in his arms, open his clothes, and suckle and bite his nipples. At first, Wei Yao tried to escape, but found it futile except to further humiliate himself. From then on, whenever Feng entered the room, he would put down his book, turn his head, close his eyes, and let Feng hold him in his arms, freely sucking and biting his nipples, kneading his breasts, and swallowing his fragrance. Only when Feng's kneading and abusing became too rough would he let out a few whimpers.

Gradually, Feng no longer liked to go to the imperial study to think, but instead sat in the palace in a reclining chair, holding Wei Yao as he read and thought. When he got tired, he would tear open Wei Yao's robe, knead his breasts, suckle his milk, and rest for a while. Sometimes, when he got into the mood, he would even deliberately move his mouth away from Wei Yao's nipples, then squeeze and press Wei Yao's breasts hard with his hands. Amid Wei Yao's gasps, he would open his mouth to catch the milk that gushed from his nipples. Wei Yao would be so ashamed that he didn't know what to do, and try to get up and escape, but he would be pinned down and his manipulation of his breasts would intensify.

The scene that unfolded in the emperor's bedchamber was this: Wei Yao was pressed against the emperor's lap, his chest pushed up by the emperor's legs, his hands pinned behind his back, making his chest protrude even higher. His head and abdomen, lacking support, were lower than his chest, and his nipples were covered in glistening saliva and residual milk from being sucked out. He helplessly tilted his head back, his half-open eyes filled with tears, his lips trembling as the emperor forcefully kneaded and squeezed his breasts, his nipples being greedily sucked. "Ah...ah...it's going to...rip...it hurts...let...go...let...go..." Before he could utter the word "I," the angry hands desperately squeezed, pinched, kneaded, grabbed, and pressed his breasts, the intense sensation of the mouth sucking his nipples silencing his voice. He could only shake his head, his body undulating and trembling with the rough squeezing and kneading of his breasts.

Months passed, and Wei Yao's breasts became so beautiful that even he dared not look at them.

The emperor seemed to have a smaller appetite, yet his energy was increasing, all thanks to Wei Yao's sweet juice.

Chapter Five: Sudden Change

Wei Yao felt increasingly at peace. He saw more and more clearly Feng's cherishing, reluctance to part, and even infatuation with him. They didn't speak much, and their thoughts about each other remained unclear. However, Wei Yao could see from Feng's annotations on memorials that Feng possessed profound knowledge of governance, clear and fair thinking, and extensive and comprehensive knowledge. He had thought his reading was broad enough, but now he realized that his understanding was significantly inferior to Feng's. He himself didn't realize that his gaze was increasingly drawn to Feng, sometimes even staring blankly at his handsome profile when Feng held him quietly in his arms.

Feng increasingly found his infatuation with Wei Yao deepening, which worried him. As emperor, he felt he shouldn't have such deep attachments. But he couldn't control himself; this dependence grew stronger and stronger.
Feng wasn't satisfied with merely enjoying Wei Yao in the palace; he appointed Wei Yao as his personal guard, keeping him by his side at all times, while dismissing the other guards. Heaven knows what a joke this is; Wei Yao doesn't know a single martial art, even a blind man could see that.

Feng started preferring to walk within the palace rather than use a sedan chair, provided Wei Yao was by his side. Wei Yao complained bitterly about these walks. Often, while walking, in a secluded spot—like a grotto, a thicket, or a corner of the palace wall—Feng would pull him into the shadows, letting him sit facing him on his lap. His hands would boldly slip inside Wei Yao's shirt, pinching and slapping his increasingly sensitive nipples. Under Feng's prolonged manipulation, Wei Yao had become so sensitive that just having his breasts played with could bring him to orgasm several times. Wei Yao would become extremely tense in these areas, and his breasts would become incredibly elastic and sensitive from the tension, which was why Feng liked to tease him in these places.

Just like tonight, after meeting several ministers in the Imperial Study, Feng took Wei Yao for a stroll in the Imperial Garden alone.
The moon was bright, the air was fresh, but Wei Yao knew that Feng hadn't brought him there for these reasons. Sure enough, as they passed a large bush, Feng grabbed Wei Yao and ducked into it.

He held Wei Yao firmly on his lap, his left arm around Wei Yao's left armpit, fondling his right breast through his clothes, while his right hand crossed over to pinch his left breast through his clothes. This made them very close, with Wei Yao's entire body enveloped in his arms, making escape impossible—a lesson Feng had learned from experience.

Wei Yao bit his lip, afraid to make a sound, lest he alert the patrolling Imperial Guards. He clung to Feng's unrestrained hands, trying to pull them apart. He knew it was a futile struggle, but deep shame compelled him to do so. In the palace, it was one thing; here, if they were discovered, he didn't know how he would ever face anyone again.
Feng chuckled, thrusting his chest forward, pushing Wei Yao's chest forward as well. His kneading of Wei Yao's breasts became even more unrestrained, squeezing out milk that soaked two patches of her clothes. The milk-soaked fingers made soft, squelching sounds as he kneaded her breasts. His grip tightened, causing Wei Yao pain, and she began to struggle violently.

Seeing her resistance, Feng became slightly annoyed. He suddenly slipped his hands inside Wei Yao's clothes, maintaining the original position, and began rhythmically kneading and releasing her breasts, squeezing out milk like milking a ewe. The spurting milk soaked her clothes. Seeing Feng, who usually cherished his milk so much, do this, Wei Yao froze for a moment, then began to struggle again.

Feng suddenly lowered his head, quickly releasing Wei Yao's wet left breast with his right hand, and biting down on Wei Yao's left nipple through her clothes, sucking hard. Because of the clothes, Feng used a lot of force to suck Wei Yao's milk, Wei Yao's breast was sucked and wrapped in his mouth, violently rubbed by the rough clothing. This unprecedented, unusually tingling and painful sensation stimulated Wei Yao to the point of losing his will, and his hands, which had tried to pull Feng's arms away, could only weakly cling to his strong arms.

Feng didn't wait any longer, directly reaching into Wei Yao's underwear, inserting his fingers little by little into Wei Yao's body, finding the protrusion, and directly inserting three fingers to vigorously pinch and manipulate it. Wei Yao no longer needed to bite his lip, he was completely manipulated to the point of being unable to make a sound, only able to spasm.

Feng himself couldn't hold back either, letting Wei Yao's back lean against the bush, spreading his legs, and squeezing his penis inside.
Seeing Wei Yao's trembling lips, her hands clutching the tree trunk behind her because she had no foothold, her wide-open legs, her lower body being penetrated by him, and her perky, milk-dripping breasts barely concealed by her half-draped clothes, he began to thrust violently. After kneading Wei Yao's body for a while, his hands stopped directly on her favorite breasts and began to grab and squeeze them irrationally, causing Wei Yao's breasts to gush milk, covering Feng himself without him even realizing it.

Luckily, the Imperial Guards had taken a break to play cards, otherwise, how could they not have heard such a loud noise?

Feng was a bit crazy today. After manipulating Wei Yao against the bushes for a long time, he put Wei Yao on the ground and was delighted to find that after a long period of training, Wei Yao's breasts were no longer as easily drained as before, but remained full and alluringly erect.

He withdrew from Wei Yao's body, straddled her, and grabbed her breasts with both hands, pressing them together while rapidly rubbing his penis between them.

Wei Yao was already half-dead from his lewd and violent assault. Her small breasts were forced together to endure the thrusting of his large, rough penis, causing her milk to flow freely.

The liquid from the tip of his penis mixed with the copious amount of milk, making a "plop" sound no less than when it penetrated Wei Yao's anus
. Wei Yao had no way to avoid it; his penis pressed against her chin, and with each thrust, her chin was pushed back, her chest protruding even more, and her breasts gushed out even more milk.

When Feng finally ejaculated, the white milk and semen were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another. Feng finally released his hands from tormenting Wei Yao's breasts, and the once erect mounds finally shriveled from the torment.
Regaining consciousness, Feng looked at Wei Yao, who was almost suffocating from being violated, and slowly lowered his head, clutching his hair.
Watching the emperor hurriedly carry Wei Yao into the palace, the eunuchs felt something was amiss but dared not say anything. They simply followed orders, fetching hot water and clothes.

Feng carried the unconscious Wei Yao into a wooden tub, letting his back rest against his chest, and sat down inside. He placed Wei Yao's head against his own, while his own head rested on the edge of the tub. The Empress Dowager's afternoon words rang out, "My son, keeping male concubines is not a big deal, but remember, do not let them cloud your judgment and make you forget your responsibilities."

The Empress Dowager rarely spoke harshly; Feng knew he must have gone too far for her to reprimand him. In truth, he longed to withdraw some of his affections from Wei Yao. He had already made many efforts, having Imperial Physician Qin prepare numerous medicines for other young men and women, and even trying their breast milk. However, he found the taste pungent and fishy, and vomited it up. He also tasted the breast milk of other wet nurses, discovering that he could no longer accept anyone's milk except Wei Yao's. And with Wei Yao, the more he tried to distance himself, the more he felt as if he feared losing him, always clinging tightly to him.

This troubling matter had troubled him for days, explaining his recent irritability, but today was the worst. He knew it was because of his mother's words at noon.

He tenderly and painfully washed Wei Yao's body and hair, gently pressing his hands on Wei Yao's breasts to help them recover. He knew he had been too rough this time; Wei Yao might need two days to recover.

"Hmm..." The person in his arms woke up, dazed for a moment, then became clear-headed. He struggled to stand up, to leave this person who had caused him so much pain, but was held even tighter.

"I'm sorry," Feng murmured softly.

"Hmph, slap someone, then give them a piece of candy..." Wei Yao paused, then said, "Did your mother teach you that?"
Feng's arm suddenly hardened. "Don't make me angry, Wei Yao,"

Wei Yao snapped. "Did I say something wrong?"

The next moment, Wei Yao found himself turned around by Feng, his legs spread apart by Feng's legs, his anus penetrated, and his upper body pressed against Feng's head. Then, Feng sucked on his left nipple. The words Wei Yao was about to say were stuck in his throat. He used his last bit of strength to push Feng away, but Feng twisted his hands behind his back, sucking even harder on the nipple that had been forced into his mouth, while thrusting harder below. Wei Yao, who hadn't recovered from the previous ordeal, was completely exhausted in the blink of an eye. Feng loosened his grip on Wei Yao's hand, instead using it to control Wei Yao's waist, manipulating his movements to match the thrusting of his lower body. His other hand squeezed and pressed Wei Yao's breasts, helping him suckle Wei Yao's milk. Wei Yao's hands hung limply, his head tilted weakly, his long hair floating in the water. Heartbroken, he endured the violent thrusting of the massive member inside him, and the pain of his already manipulated and inelastic breasts being maliciously squeezed to produce milk.

Looking at Wei Yao's body, like a broken puppet, Feng's penis grew even larger, his thrusts becoming more intense, and the nipples at the tips of Wei Yao's breasts were sucked until they were larger than two thumbs. The milk flowing from the nipples was no longer pure white, but milk mixed with a trace of blood.

When Feng finished ejaculating again and removed his mouth from the nipple from which the still sweet juice flowed, though its taste was different from usual, Wei Yao was already completely dazed from being violated. His eyes were still slightly open, and even without anyone suckling, milk and blood continued to flow from both nipples. If Feng hadn't been supporting his waist with one hand, he would have collapsed long ago.

Feng suddenly thought that if he let him die like this, he would return to normal. He carried Wei Yao to the bed, lay down with him in his arms, and propped his head up to lick the sweet juice flowing from Wei Yao's nipples.

The sweet juice flowed continuously, and Feng kept sucking. When he felt the flow of the milk and blood mixture slow down, he suckled. After a long time, Wei Yao's body gradually grew cold, and even with Feng's continued sucking, the juice flowing from his nipples decreased.
Suddenly, a drop of clear water fell onto Wei Yao's limp breast, and then more and more drops appeared. Feng didn't realize that these were tears he couldn't control.

"Summon Imperial Physician Qin!!!!!!!!!!" Before his mind could process it, his mouth had already shouted.

Chapter Six: Concern

Wei Yao groggily opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Feng's tired, sleeping face, his tightly furrowed brows telling of his deep worries. Wei Yao couldn't help but reach out a trembling hand to stroke Feng's brows, hoping to ease his furrowed brow. His hand, however, fell weakly onto the bed before reaching its destination, reminding him of what had happened. He closed his eyes in pain, tears slowly streaming down his face.

For the next few days, Feng personally fed Wei Yao. Whenever Wei Yao turned his head away, indicating he didn't want to eat, Feng would hold the food in his mouth, gently turning Wei Yao's head back to feed him directly. Wei Yao tried to spit it out, but Feng's mouth wouldn't let go. When Wei Yao struggled in frustration, streaks of slightly salty liquid would flow from the point where their mouths met into Wei Yao's mouth—Feng's tear stains. Each time this happened, Wei Yao helplessly gave up struggling.
So, Wei Yao took a lot of supplements and medicine these past two days, while Feng ate very little. This was partly because of his worry, and partly because—having loved breast milk since childhood, he was now lacking that sweet milk, and he couldn't muster the energy to eat or do anything.

The eunuchs were simply puzzled; Wei Yao was fine now, so why was the Emperor still frowning and losing his appetite?
Only Wei Yao understood the reason, and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What a strange man!" Though angry, he couldn't bear to see Feng's haggard appearance.

That day, after feeding Wei Yao some tonics and wiping his mouth, Feng got up to go to the study to read the memorials.
Suddenly, Feng felt Wei Yao tug at his sleeve. He turned to look at him, and Wei Yao blushed, turning his head away, but his hand gently pulled open his front garment. Feng stared at his actions in surprise, his gaze immediately drawn to Wei Yao's now fully restored, shapely breasts, and his breath caught in his throat. Actually, Wei Yao hadn't taken any medicine to produce milk in the past two days, but nearly a year of medication and Feng's daily suckling seemed to have completely changed his constitution.

At that moment, Feng felt like a lecherous man, and also like a baby who had been starving for a long time.

Feng breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on Wei Yao's breasts. Wei Yao, who had turned his head away, felt his gaze, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment, his chest heaving rapidly.

Feng growled, leaping onto the bed and sitting opposite Wei Yao. He wrapped his left arm around Wei Yao's waist, pulling him close, and lowered his head to bite Wei Yao's left nipple, sucking the sweet juice greedily. His right index finger pressed against the outlet of Wei Yao's right nipple, while his palm and other fingers forcefully kneaded his right breast. "Mmm..." Wei Yao's head was forced back by Feng's forceful manipulation, making his chest protrude even more, his breasts unable to withstand Feng's vigorous kneading and sucking. "Ah..." Wei Yao's breasts and nipples were subjected to Feng's unrestrained manipulation, causing both intense pain and tingling. The sensation of the electric-like liquid being forcefully sucked from his nipples made Wei Yao tremble, his slightly open mouth oozing unswallowed liquid, his slightly open eyes misty with tears. "Let...
me go..." Wei Yao never expected Feng to be so desperately insane, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy.

Feng, parched and finally receiving rain, couldn't hear any more words. He simply squeezed and sucked Wei Yao's breasts like a beast.

"Ah...ah...no...ah..." Wei Yao's nipples, much fuller than those of an average man due to prolonged sucking, swelled up drastically from the rough kneading and sucking. The milk from the kneading and sucking was everywhere, smeared by Feng's indiscriminately biting mouth.

"Let...me go..."

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm...let...ah..."

The plundering continued for nearly an hour and a half. An hour ago, her beautiful, fair breasts were now pitifully swollen and red, covered in hickeys, finger marks, saliva, and milk. Her nipples were swollen larger than strawberries.

Wei Yao, whose breasts were unusually sensitive, climaxed several times during this prolonged abuse.

Feeling Feng finally stop, Wei Yao's hands loosened their grip on Feng's sleeves, falling limply to the bed. His legs, which had been tightly intertwined and rubbing together, relaxed. His head was tilted back, and he struggled to breathe

, barely catching his breath. Feng, regaining his senses, looked at Wei Yao, who was now even weaker from his actions, and felt a pang of heartache. Why did he always lose his temper and hurt Wei Yao in front of him?

He ordered a tub of hot water to be prepared and gently carried Wei Yao inside to wash away the sticky stains on his body.

He tried his best to ignore the supple feel of Wei Yao's slender body under his hands, to ignore the milk seeping from his nipples as he gently washed his breasts, and to suppress his desire with great difficulty. He couldn't hurt Wei Yao anymore.
Although Wei Yao was angry at Feng's roughness, the tenderness and remorse he felt made his anger dissipate in an instant.

Wei Yao was used to Feng personally washing his body after each time he was treated so violently. He didn't know why the emperor would lower himself to do this, but he could feel Feng's love and care for him. This was part of the reason why Wei Yao opened his heart and body to Feng.

He leaned obediently against Feng's chest, cooperating as Feng washed and dressed him.

Feng gently placed Wei Yao on the bed, tenderly kissed his face, and his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the beautiful shape of Wei Yao's pert breasts and nipples showing through his undergarments. He immediately got up and ran out as if fleeing.

The little eunuch at the door (since Wei Yao moved into the palace, Feng had sent all the eunuchs serving inside to the outside)
stared dumbfounded at the panicked emperor running out, while Wei Yao, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, had a smile on his lips.

Feng deliberately lingered outside until dark, and after returning to the palace, he simply sat in a reclining chair reading and sipping tea, his eyes constantly darting away, not daring to look at Wei Yao. Wei Yao, who was mostly recovered, deliberately circled around him, and finally even sat next to him and leaned against him.

"You asked for this!"

Feng threw down his book and pulled Wei Yao into his arms tightly. Wei Yao was only teasing Feng because he was so afraid of him, but seeing that Feng seemed about to lose control again, he hurriedly tried to escape.

Feng, who had been holding back all day, wouldn't let him escape. He grabbed Wei Yao's waist tightly from behind, not even bothering to pull open Wei Yao's thin clothes, and crossed his arms in front of Wei Yao, roughly kneading his breasts.

Wei Yao, who had been trying to prop himself up by supporting himself on the armrest and the chair seat with the other, could only scratch the wooden surface of the chair with his fingers to relieve the tingling and trembling caused by this intense demand.
"Mmm...ah..."

"No...no...ah..."

"No...too...hard...ah...ah..."

"It's going to...ruin...it...ah..."

"Ah...ah..." Wei Yao's milk gushed out in large quantities as he was kneaded, his thin clothes already soaked. The milk clinging to his clothes and the milk squeezed from Wei Yao's nipples had nowhere to cling to, flowing out through the gaps between Feng's fingers as he kneaded vigorously.

Feng placed the weak and sore Wei Yao on his lap, letting him lean against him, and used his own legs to spread Wei Yao's legs apart. Then, with one hand, he tore open Wei Yao's clothes, revealing his breasts flowing with milk, and with the other hand, he pulled down Wei Yao's trousers, revealing Wei Yao's round buttocks.

Feng covered Wei Yao's two nipples with one hand at the same time, kneading them hard, while with the other hand, he inserted his index and middle fingers into Wei Yao's anus, manipulating it violently.

"Ahhhhh..." Wei Yao could no longer control his voice and cried out loudly as he was being fucked. The sounds of her nipples being rubbed, the "slap slap" of milk flowing, and the "plop" of her anus being repeatedly penetrated, made the little eunuch outside blush and his heart race.

Seeing that Wei Yao's anus was ready, Feng pulled down his pants, revealing his enormous penis, and grabbed Wei Yao, who was dripping with fluids from being fucked, and thrust it into him.

"Ahhhhhh!" Wei Yao screamed as he was penetrated, his body convulsing.

Feng used his arms to reach through Wei Yao's long, spread legs, crossing them in front of her chest and grasping her small breasts, squeezing out milk from her nipples. He squeezed harder and harder, even trying to dig his fingernails into the small holes at the tips of her nipples, trying to find the source of the sweet milk. His thrusting below also became more intense.

"Ahhhhh..." Wei Yao's limbs were spread wide, her head thrown back, her penis ejaculating several times.
"Da da da," "Puchi puchi"

"Hmm... Hmm... Ah..." Feng's stamina was exceptionally long. Wei Yao was so raped that she no longer had the strength to scream, only hoarse moans and constant spasms.

As Feng made his final thrust, he exerted all his strength, causing Wei Yao's milk to spray nearly ten feet away. Feng's entire lower body surged into Wei Yao's body, even pushing the two small balls halfway in.

Wei Yao felt as if his whole body had been crushed by his final act of penetration. "Ah!!!!!!!!!!" he cried out, and then fainted.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up to find himself cleaned and dressed. But to his dismay, Feng had returned to his old sleeping position, holding him tightly in his arms, his head buried in his chest, his mouth sucking on his nipple, one hand forcefully kneading the other nipple, both with great force, as if afraid it would be taken away. Even in his deep sleep, he did this.

"Ah…" Soon after waking, Wei Yao was panting, overwhelmed by the waves of tingling sensation from Feng's relentless manipulation of his incredibly sensitive breasts. He didn't know that men could masturbate; he simply twisted the blankets between his legs and rubbed them together forcefully.

In his sleep, Feng, lost in a dream, tightened his grip on Wei Yao, as if trying to embed him into his body, rubbing their bodies together. His mouth and hands intensified their manipulation of Wei Yao's breasts. The sounds of wet kneading and swallowing filled the air.

Wei Yao was driven to ejaculation repeatedly until he finally fell asleep, exhausted.

Chapter Seven: Despair

A few days earlier, when Wei Yao was unconscious due to illness, Feng, aside from handling important state affairs, cared for Wei Yao almost tirelessly. This made the officials and concubines in the harem aware of Wei Yao's importance to the emperor. Some wanted to curry favor with Wei Yao, some were jealous, and some despised him. But none of this affected Wei Yao, because Feng was either almost inseparable from him or kept him in the palace, giving others no chance to speak to him.

Feng had come to terms with it. Having attachments was one thing; he was the emperor. As long as he protected Wei Yao, prevented him from getting hurt, and prevented his weaknesses from falling into the hands of others, as long as he could distinguish between state affairs and personal matters, and not harm the country, nothing else mattered.

Although Wei Yao was often overwhelmed by Feng's intense demands, with Feng's ever-growing love by his side, he still felt as if he had found a happiness he had never experienced before.

Feng never missed an opportunity to enjoy Wei Yao's body and breast milk. Although Wei Yao was sometimes ashamed and angry, he was always softened by Feng's subsequent remorse and tenderness.

With Wei Yao's soft heart, Feng became increasingly unscrupulous.

One day, after court, Feng, returning to his palace to rest, dragged Wei Yao to the palace garden. Wei Yao hadn't wanted to come out, because it looked like it was going to rain, and almost every time Feng dragged him here, he would dismiss the guards and eunuchs, either in broad daylight or under the bright stars, tightly embracing him, kneading his breasts, and enjoying his sweet milk. Wei Yao truly didn't understand his mentality. It would have been fine if they were indoors, but he insisted on coming here to subject him to this utterly embarrassing groping.

As soon as they reached the garden, large raindrops began to fall, soaking their clothes. Feng pulled Wei Yao into the pavilion.

"I told you it was going to rain, but you insisted on coming out," Wei Yao was silenced by Feng's mischievous smile as he turned around. Looking at Feng's bright, smiling eyes, and then at his wet hair and clothes, he couldn't help but burst out laughing at his disheveled state and playfulness.

This was the first time Feng had seen Wei Yao smile in nearly two years since they met. He never expected that this handsome man's smile would be so captivating and mesmerizing. Caught off guard, he was completely mesmerized by Wei Yao's smile and stood there, stunned.

Wei Yao, seeing Feng so inexplicably frozen, couldn't help but wonder,

"What's wrong?" Wei Yao asked, but Feng didn't respond.

Wei Yao was a little worried. He pulled his hand away from Feng's and gently pushed Feng to sit on a chair at the four-person stone table in the pavilion. He raised his sleeve to wipe the rain off Feng's face.

Feng was still in shock, only to find that the face of the person in front of him was no longer visible. What appeared in his vision was the person's thin, transparent clothes soaked by the rain, and a pair of small, full, pointed breasts clearly visible through the transparent clothes. As if attracted by something, he pressed his lips to them.

Wei Yao, who was wiping the rain off Feng, was startled by his actions. Then he felt a soft, warm object pressed against his left breast, and a wet, warm object kept licking his nipple through his clothes.

He knew that this lecherous ghost was about to act up again. He hurriedly pushed him away and turned to run away, but the intoxicated Feng grabbed his waist and pulled him into his lap.

"Mmm..." Feng used one large hand to vigorously rub Wei Yao's breasts under her thin clothes, while his other large hand encircled Wei Yao's slender waist and rubbed her flat stomach forcefully. His mouth then fiercely kissed Wei Yao before she could even gasp.

Feng's hands greedily kneaded, making Wei Yao feel as if her chest and abdomen were on fire.
Wei Yao's breasts were kneaded and squeezed, causing milk to gush out continuously. The large amount of milk had completely soaked the front of her clothes. With Feng's vigorous kneading, they made "squeaking" sounds. Wei Yao's breasts were pushed up and down by her own disordered breathing and Feng's predatory hands, without even a chance to tremble.

Feng's tongue relentlessly penetrated and swept into Wei Yao's mouth, his mouth desperately sucking, as if he wanted to suck in the sweetness and air from Wei Yao's mouth. This was the first time he had kissed someone, and Wei Yao's sweet breath drove him almost mad.

"Ugh..." This was the first time Wei Yao had ever kissed someone. He didn't even have a chance to panic before Feng's hands began to rub and his mouth began to gnaw at him, making him feel dizzy and almost faint.

Wei Yao's slender body, sandwiched between Feng's legs, was forced to move back and forth by Feng's vigorous rubbing and demands,

causing Feng's penis to harden. Wei Yao's sweet body and the stimulation between his legs turned Feng into a beast.

He released Wei Yao's mouth, grabbed Wei Yao's slender waist with both hands, lifted him up, and placed his upper body on the stone table.

"Ah!!!!!" Poor Wei Yao had just finally gained the freedom to breathe, but before he could even catch his breath, the hard stone table slammed into him, robbing all the air out of

his chest. Feng roughly tore open Wei Yao's thin robe and ripped off his trousers.

He spread Wei Yao's buttocks and thrust into his penis. "Ah ...
"Ahhh..." Wei Yao's breasts were forced to rub back and forth on the stone table, milk was squeezed out and smeared all over the table.
"No... ah..." Wei Yao frantically grabbed the edge of the table, trying to use her strength to relieve the excruciating pain caused by the frenzied plundering, but Feng's strength was too great, and it was all in vain.

"Ahhh..." In the end, Wei Yao could not even hold onto the edge of the table, her convulsing body only able to twitch back and forth from the violent impact.

"Ahhh... ah..." The milk squeezed out of Wei Yao's breasts had flowed down the table and onto the ground, and a large amount of intestinal fluid was also splashed down her slender legs by the pounding penis, and Feng continued to thrust into Wei Yao's body. Wei Yao groaned in pain until she finally fainted.

After the passion subsided, Feng looked at the damage that his more frenzied behavior than usual had caused Wei Yao, and his heart ached.
He wrapped Wei Yao in his soaked clothes, picked her up, and quickly returned to the palace, where he personally washed and treated Wei Yao.

Even while unconscious, Wei Yao groaned softly in pain as the medicine was applied. When Feng saw this, he was filled with remorse and wanted nothing more than to bang his head against the wall.
This brutality truly broke Wei Yao's heart. He hadn't expected Feng to treat him like that in broad daylight.
Coupled with Feng's past lewd behavior towards him, he began to suspect that Feng wasn't sincere towards him, but merely lusted after his body.

Half a month had passed, but Wei Yao still ignored Feng and wouldn't let him touch him.

Feng knew he had gone too far this time, and it was inevitable that Wei Yao would be angry, so he carefully and gently cherished Wei Yao, hoping that he would quickly calm down and that they could return to their former sweetness.

However, Feng gradually found it increasingly unbearable that Wei Yao was distant from him. This was partly because he hadn't been able to drink sweet breast milk for a long time; and partly because Feng was, after all, a middle-aged man with relatively strong desires, and now he had no interest in anyone but Wei Yao.

That day, the two ate a meal in the palace in a sullen silence. Feng ate only a few bites; all he wanted was that sweet breast milk. Seeing Wei Yao get up to leave, he grabbed his arm, looking at Wei Yao with pleading eyes. But Wei Yao didn't turn around, shook off his hand, and tried to leave again. Feng was furious now; he wouldn't allow anyone to treat him like this—no one! He reached out and grabbed Wei Yao's arm again, this time with great force. Wei Yao couldn't shake him off, so he turned around and glared angrily at Feng.

Seeing Wei Yao turn to look at him, Feng felt a little happy, a smile appearing on his lips. Afraid of hurting him, he loosened his grip a bit, and took Wei Yao's hand in his other hand, shaking it gently, trying to cheer him up and get his forgiveness.
Seeing this, Wei Yao's heart softened. Actually, seeing how Feng had treated him these past two days, he had already gradually forgiven him.
Wei Yao let him pull him, lowered his head, and stopped struggling.

Seeing this, Feng was overjoyed, pulling Wei Yao into his lap, holding him tightly, and stroking Wei Yao's hair with his face.

Wei Yao closed his eyes peacefully, quietly leaning against Feng's chest.

Feng smelled the sweet fragrance emanating from Wei Yao and, thinking of the delicious breast milk, felt as if he hadn't eaten for days. He hurriedly lifted Wei Yao's slender waist, opened his clothes, and, seeing the long-awaited breasts, immediately sucked on one nipple, eagerly sucking.

"Ah..." Wei Yao trembled all over from the long-lost tingling sensation from the nipple.

"Mmm...ah..." While sucking on one of Wei Yao's breasts, Feng's large hand kneaded the other. Wei Yao groaned incessantly from this double stimulation.

After discovering that Wei Yao's milk was becoming increasingly abundant, Feng took to squeezing Wei Yao's breasts with his hands, enjoying the smacking sound of the fragrant milk sticking to his hands.

"Ah!!" Feng suddenly sucked hard, causing Wei Yao to cry out and regain some clarity.

Realizing their current situation, Wei Yao couldn't help but feel annoyed, thinking that Feng only cared about his body! He struggled desperately out of Feng's arms, glared at Feng fiercely, then quickly straightened his clothes. Seeing his own glistening, rosy nipples, which had been played with, Wei Yao blushed even more with shame and anger.

Feng watched Wei Yao's actions, confused as to why he was angry again. Hadn't they just been fine? He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Wei Yao didn't even look up, angrily saying, "You've been playing with me for two years! You're not tired of it, but I am!"
Being told this by the only person he had ever been so attached to felt like his head was about to explode. Playing with me?!
All his affection earned him this evaluation?! Feng's hands and feet trembled with rage. Fine! You say playing with me?!

I'll show you what playing with me really means!!

"Guards!!!!!" Feng shouted, his loud cry startling several eunuchs who rushed in and knelt before him.

"Go and suck Wei Yao dry!!!!!!!!! Fuck his ass until it's raw!!!!" The eunuchs had never seen the emperor so angry, speaking such vulgar words. Terrified, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed wildly.

Wei Yao looked up at Feng in fear, and seeing Feng's furious face, knew he wasn't joking. He turned to run. Feng grabbed his arm, restraining him, and shouted at the kowtowing eunuchs, "Don't you understand me?! Or do you want to die?!"

Then he violently threw Wei Yao into the middle of the eunuchs.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!" Wei Yao almost fainted from the impact. His clothes, which hadn't been properly pulled up, were now open again, revealing two small mounds on his fair chest and two bright red nipples dripping with milk, looking exceptionally alluring.

The eunuchs, terrified by the emperor's roar, dared not hesitate any longer and pounced on Wei Yao.

"No!!!!!!!!!!" Wei Yao struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were immediately restrained by the eunuchs. 　　He
could 　　only scream, 　　" Don't do this to me 　　!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah 　　... Several eunuchs took turns smearing a little of the milk that had dripped onto Wei Yao's chest with their hands, licked it with their tongues, and exclaimed, "My God! So fragrant! So sweet! No wonder the Emperor likes him so much!" They then pounced on Wei Yao and tried to snatch his nipples. 　　"No!!! Ahhhhhhh..." Wei Yao felt both ashamed and pained by the hands squeezing and rubbing against his body and the mouths vying for and sucking on his nipples, and he felt waves of nausea. 　　The eunuchs who couldn't get a nipple stuck out their tongues and licked the milk that had spilled from the mouths and hands of the other eunuchs, making Wei Yao's whole body wet, as if he had just taken a bath. 　　"Ahhh...no..." 　　"Sizzle" "Smack" "Gulp" 　　Two eunuchs, influenced by the lewd atmosphere, pulled down Wei Yao's pants, spread his legs, sucked on his penis, and manipulated his anus with their hands and tongues, having a great time. 　　"Ahhhhhh..." Wei Yao's limbs were spread wide, his body convulsing, as the eunuchs manipulated him. Saliva dripped from his gaping mouth onto his face. 　　Seeing Wei Yao like this, Feng could no longer restrain himself. He pulled apart the two eunuchs who were manipulating Wei Yao's lower body, squeezed between Wei Yao's wide-open legs, lifted his round buttocks, and "plop," thrust his penis inside. 　　"Ahhhhhh..." Feng's vigorous manipulation caused Wei Yao to writhe back and forth, while the eunuchs sucking on Wei Yao's breasts refused to give up their sweetness. They desperately pinched Wei Yao's breasts with their hands to stabilize his movements, while frantically biting and sucking the nipples that were almost pulled out of his mouth due to Wei Yao's forced movements. Wei Yao felt like he was being crushed by these beasts. 　　"Ahhhhhhh..." Wei Yao only wished he could die and end this suffering. 　　"Plop plop" "Smack smack" "Sizzle"

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside, and a torrential downpour began, as if even the heavens were weeping for Wei Yao's plight.

Chapter Eight: Gazing at Each Other

That day, none of the eunuchs who had touched Wei Yao survived to the next day.

But the damage Wei Yao had suffered did not disappear; he became unresponsive to his surroundings, staring blankly ahead with empty, lifeless eyes.

Feng would weep every day when he looked at Wei Yao. When helping Wei Yao change clothes, he no longer felt the urge to forcefully suckle his breasts, but only felt heartache.

When caring for Wei Yao, Feng did everything himself, not allowing anyone else to touch him.

But half a year passed, and Wei Yao showed no improvement.

Yet, Feng continued to care for him tirelessly, gently holding Wei Yao as he slept each day, tenderly combing his long hair with his fingers while telling him interesting stories from all over the world.

Feng did not know that many times when he was asleep, Wei Yao would open his eyes and gaze at his sleeping face for a long, long time, those gentle, watery eyes melting anyone's heart.

Early spring, at dawn, Feng took Wei Yao to the garden for a leisurely stroll. Watching the slender Wei Yao walk among the budding trees, Feng couldn't help but recite, "New bushes, green robes..." "

I wish to share a long and joyful time with you..." a long-lost yet familiar, refreshing voice softly replied.

Feng stopped in disbelief, doubting his ears, which had never failed him.

But the person in front of him also stopped and slowly turned around. A smile that seemed to eclipse the world graced his ethereal face.

Feng stood there, stunned, completely unaware that two streams of tears had already welled up in his eyes and slowly slid down his cheeks...

[The End]

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