[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 18

Chapter 122 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Part 3)

Damn it, you're the pigs! Damn it, your whole family are pigs! Damn it, your ancestors for eighteen generations are all pigs!

Luo Zhu stared at Shijia Tashi without saying a word, once again cursing him and his ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart. Her petal-shaped lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly downturned. Hot tears finally overflowed from her eyes, gushing out one by one, string after string, crystal clear, like pure crystal beads.

Since yesterday, when she lay in the beast's arms and cried her heart out, enjoying the beast's rare gentle treatment, even though she kept reminding herself deep down, her vigilance was gradually fading. Having lost her parents, who were worse than nothing, she was all alone. She had finally met Tashi Langcuo's family, and after only half a year of warm time, she had become a lowly slave to be abused. Her small dream of finding a beautiful, warm place, where she didn't need much love, and living a simple, down-to-earth life with a man, seemed increasingly distant, almost as distant as the North Star. Gazing at her dream, her heart would waver between determination and uncertainty, a persistent weariness and loneliness creeping into her heart like a spiderweb. Whenever this happened, she would choose to sleep, and after a deep, restless sleep, the spiderweb covering her heart would disappear. Whether it truly disappeared or melted into her heart, she didn't want to delve into it; she just wanted to know that she was refreshed again.

Shakyamuni's gentleness was like a vast, all-consuming black hole, filling her with fear and making her desperately want to escape. But after more than a month of inhuman torture and abuse, in the endless wait for escape, under the immense pressure of a terrifying beast above her, this gentleness was like a seductive and beautiful poppy to her. Knowing that once she became addicted, it would be a deadly poison, she still couldn't resist the urge to cling to it. She told herself she only needed to enjoy a little tenderness, yet deep down she knew her thoughts were no different from those who tried drugs for the first time—just a little could mean losing everything.

She was conflicted, torn, hesitant, panicked, and terrified, but ultimately couldn't resist the instinctive craving from her soul, unable to completely resist the beast's tenderness.

Her delicate, petal-like lips stubbornly pursed, revealing the little pig's inner resentment, grievances, inner turmoil, anxiety, and fear in her clear, bright obsidian eyes. Like a frightened little animal, she yearned to get closer to the friendly tenderness, yet hesitated because of past hurts.

Shakya Tashi smiled silently, gently wiping away the tears on her cheek. The cool, glistening liquid dampened his fingertip, causing a bittersweet pain in his heart. Not intense, but like a fine thread digging deep into his heart. His rough, deep voice softened involuntarily, becoming as gentle as cotton: "Little pig, don't cry."

He reached out and scooped her up from the ruins of the bed, blankets and all. He kissed her wet cheeks and promised, "It was wrong of me to bully you, I apologize. As long as you behave, I won't bully you again." This was the first time in his life he had shown kindness and apologized to a woman, all because he wanted to dispel her fear and make her no longer afraid of him. Rather than her crying her heart out in his arms, he preferred her laughing freely and acting spoiled in his arms. However, he wouldn't tell the little pig that he felt the best thing he had ever done was capture her and personally brand her with the mark of slavery.

Luo Zhu stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with tears, looking utterly bewildered. She knew the beast had feelings for her, but she never imagined he would act so strangely because of them. His gentle manner and soft words, his ambiguous affection, were one thing; apologizing to a lowly female slave was quite another. Knowing the nature of ferocious beasts, his apologizing to a female slave was nothing short of a fantasy. Yet, the facts were undeniably clear. Unscientific! This…this phenomenon is utterly unscientific!

“Have you gone mad with joy?” Shakyamuni affectionately touched her forehead with his, his dark eyes half-closed, a sharp glint hidden beneath his gentle demeanor. He smiled faintly, “Little pig, don’t forget to be obedient, or I won’t bully you.” He carried her into the bathroom on the side of the palace.

The palace servants had already filled the wooden tub with hot spring water mixed with milk boiled with tea, and were now pouring medicinal liquid into the bathwater. The pale milky white water gradually turned a milky brown as it was stirred. The aroma of tea, the sweetness of milk, and the faint scent of medicine permeated every corner of the bathroom with the rising steam.

The price of not being bullied or abused is to obediently listen.

The Beast King said this, and so did the ferocious beast; these two men were truly beasts sharing the same traits. Luo Zhu's aggrieved and conflicted heart, filled with fear and panic, slowly calmed down. She blinked hard to wipe away the tears in her eyes, quietly exhaling a breath of pent-up frustration. She could face and accept her yearning and lust for the beast's tenderness, yet she was somewhat annoyed by her sudden vulnerability. She

bit her lower lip with her small white teeth, silently lowering her eyes, deciding not to pay any more attention to Shakya Taishi. Let him talk if he wants; she was already blinded by joy anyway. She sneered inwardly.

Shakya Taishi was almost helpless against Luo Zhu's stubborn silence. In the past, he would have had hundreds of ways to force her to speak, but now that he liked her, none of those bloody and humiliating methods could be used. Simply because he couldn't bear to; using them would hurt his heart. But the little pig probably didn't believe that reason.

He lowered his head and lovingly kissed the top of her head, taking a deep, satisfied inhale of her uniquely sweet, milky tea scent. Slowly pulling back the covers, the little pig's thin silk underwear was already soaked with cold sweat, his whole body icy cold, chilling to the bone. There was a dark red stain on the silk underwear between his legs, clearly menstrual blood. The bloodstain in the darkness was like a cluster of red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, possessing a pure and beautiful allure.

His eyes darkened, and he forced himself to look away. He deftly removed her clothes, tore off her menstrual belt, and held her tightly in his arms, examining her carefully. As expected, her tender body, which had only mostly recovered yesterday, was once again covered with bruises and teeth marks, her two delicate, immature nipples were swollen and bleeding, and there were deep teeth marks on her areolas. The delicate skin on the inside of her pink thighs was pitifully rough, large patches of skin torn and scraped. Almost no part

of her body was unscathed; it seemed the king had lost control of his strength again last night. His rough, dark hands tenderly caressed the torn skin on her inner thighs, his lips gently taking a ravaged bud into his mouth, carefully licking it with his tongue. The tender body in his arms trembled and shrank, twisting and trying to escape his caresses. The little pig wasn't shy, nor was he aroused; he was simply hurt. He immediately spat out the bud from his mouth, carefully placing her in the bathtub as if holding a precious treasure.

He understood perfectly well that the king had granted him special permission to be close to the little pig today not only because he was the king's most trusted and closest bodyguard, but also because he was knowledgeable in medicine and could control his strength to heal the little pig's wounds. The king's current thoughts were easy to guess; as long as he remained absolutely loyal, the king wouldn't mind offering him a lowly female slave to enjoy a few times.

Even though the female slave was favored by the king, in his heart she was merely a precious item to be lent and shared. Well, perhaps he should be most grateful to the king for his naivety in first encountering human love.

Chapter 123 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Part 4)

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. This time, after being placed in the bath by Shakyamuni, Luo Zhu no longer felt the panic and fear of yesterday. She now saw things very clearly; under the claws of beasts, no matter how she struggled or howled, all her resistance was in vain. Ants can never shake an elephant's leg; the only choice is to endure. Pain, humiliation, or primal desire—grit your teeth and get through it.

The hot, rough palms massaging her body stirred up a warm, melting heat with every inch of skin they touched. Her body gradually warmed up, and the pain slowly melted away in the heat, replaced by waves of extremely comfortable softness. Sitting in the bathtub, the water reaching above her shoulders, Shakyamuni's palms moved in the milky-brown water, creating shallow ripples.

She lowered her head, gazing at the milky-brown water rising and falling, constantly undulating before her neck. Unlike yesterday, Shakyamuni didn't kiss her until she was delirious and dazed; now, her body, not submerged in the water, could clearly feel the movement of his large hands and every subtle motion.

Those large hands began massaging her from her neck, moving along her shoulders, chest, breasts, abdomen, back, waist… each part of her body was massaged methodically from top to bottom, from front to back. There was no wicked teasing, just earnest massage, to relax her muscles, improve blood circulation, and relieve pain and stagnation.

One arm pulled her body to the side in the water, a large hand covering her buttocks. The moment it touched the tender, smooth, and elastic buttocks, Luo Zhu let out a low moan. That moan contained no seductive lust, but was filled with the pain of gasping for breath.

Shakyamuni's large hand suddenly stopped, his sharp brows furrowing slightly. After a moment's thought, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against Luo Zhu's right ear, and said softly, "Little pig, your buttocks are covered in the king's dark blue finger marks, and they're all swollen. It's even worse than yesterday. If you don't ruthlessly massage away the bruises, you won't be able to walk, let alone sleep on your stomach. Be good, open your legs." His other large hand, which had been massaging her lower abdomen, moved downwards in response to his gentle words.

What did massaging her buttocks bruises have to do with opening her legs? Because of the soft cotton padding, her genitals hadn't been violated by the beastly king this time, so she shouldn't need his help, right? But the hot hand in the water kept stroking her mons pubis, a long, thick finger pressing against it and trying to penetrate and rub against her tightly closed thighs.

Whether it was the steaming bathwater or the massage from Shakyamuni that had improved blood circulation, Luo Zhu's cheeks and body gradually warmed up. She trembled slightly, her legs not opening but clenching even tighter as if she were holding back urine, her buttocks clenching as well. Waves of pain shot through her, causing her to furrow her delicate, dark eyebrows and bite her soft, pink lower lip.

"Little pig, if you don't behave, I'm going to bully you badly." A rough, deep voice, low and gentle, held a hint of menacing amusement.

Luo Zhu felt waves of warm breath on her ear, the soft, moist touch licking and teasing her earlobe. A tingling, numbing, electric shock rose from her tailbone, and a soft moan escaped her throat unconsciously. Just as she let out that moan, the long fingertip that had been gently rubbing and teasing between her legs suddenly hooked up and dug hard into her tender petals. The sudden pain forced the soft moan in her throat to abruptly change direction. Her lips, which had been bitten tightly, suddenly parted, letting out a painful cry of "Ah!"

"Little pig, be good, open your legs, I don't want to bully you." The man's voice, tinged with helpless pity and a sigh, seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, alluring yet sinister, sending chills down one's spine.

Heh, that's right. Female shame, modesty—to this slave, who was less than an animal, they were like clouds in the sky, purely superfluous and cumbersome things. She had been stubbornly clinging to them. She just needed to obediently do as these noble beasts said. As for whether she would be bullied, it was none of her concern, none of her concern. Luo Zhu lowered her head, letting out a silent, cold laugh. Two tears quickly fell into the water, creating a faint ripple before disappearing without a trace.

Her legs, following the rippling water, slowly opened, allowing that large hand to brazenly invade the most mysterious, delicate, and precious part of a woman's flower valley.

"That's a good girl." Shakyamuni whispered in her ear, his hand cupping her delicate flower valley, caressing it back and forth. His fingers twirled the two layers of soft petals, gently stroking them with the lubrication of the bathwater. Only after feeling the tender body in his arms relax did he gently part the thin skin between the petals, his fingertips pressing against the delicate clitoris, slowly rotating and rubbing it.

During menstruation, the body is several times more sensitive than usual, and Luo Zhu's body had already gone limp when the man massaged and caressed her mysterious and tender spot between her legs. When her most sensitive clitoris was violated, almost immediately a strong, indescribable current surged through her body.

"Ah..." she cried out softly, her body trembling, her tender hands reflexively grabbing Shakyamuni's swaying, strong arm in the water.

"Good girl." Shakyamuni kissed her cheek deeply through her braids, letting her pinch his arm as his fingers gently and lovingly teased her sensitive clitoris. In the blink of an eye, the clitoris swelled up with blood, becoming as large as a baby's finger, just as tender, plump, and slippery as he had touched her when she was unconscious. He sometimes scratched the clitoris with his fingertips, sometimes gently pinched and kneaded it, sometimes poked and pressed it, constantly changing his techniques to stimulate it until it became even harder and more sensitive. A

tingling current of pleasure surged through her lower body, a warm and tingling sensation spreading throughout her flower valley, constantly accumulating and layering. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her cheeks burned like fire, her teeth could no longer bite her trembling lips, and soft, seductive moans flowed intermittently from her petal-shaped lips. Her mind, sometimes dazed and sometimes lucid, made Luo Zhu want to bang her head against the bathtub wall.

Listening to her soft, seductive moans and feeling her tender body tremble, Shakya Tashi felt a strange sense of pleasure and satisfaction welling up in his chest. He extended his middle finger to the entrance of her flower-like opening, not far from her clitoris, his fingertip touching a sticky substance not from the bathwater. He chuckled softly, his fingertip gently dipping into the sensitive flesh around her opening, swirling and kneading. When the trembling of her tender body intensified, and her moans tinged with a hint of weeping, his large hand, covering her buttocks, took advantage of her dazed and instinctive desire, quickly kneading and massaging.

"Little pig, I love you, remember to be a good girl, okay?" His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying an alluring sensuality, his forehead gently brushing against her right temple. "You have to be as gentle and obedient as a lamb, then I won't bear to bully you, and I'll love you even more..." His low, husky, seductive voice grew increasingly alluring and tender, repeating itself endlessly in Luo Zhu's ear. Hypnotizing her mind, seeping into her soul little by little.

Waves of tingling pleasure surged through her body, one after another, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through her lower abdomen and groin, a strange, itchy thirst growing within her, a strong yearning for the ultimate climax. Luo Zhu gripped the strong, iron-like arm in front of her tightly, her smooth nails digging deep marks into it. Her lowered head had unconsciously tilted back, her chin and neck forming a graceful arc. Her cheeks were flushed like layers of rosy clouds, her obsidian eyes shimmering with moisture, soft moans escaping her delicate nose, her half-open, rounded lips a vibrant, inviting red.

"I want... mmm... I want..."

Her high, soft breasts pressed against the strong arm holding her, rubbing against it like worms. Her legs, which had been open, trembled and pulled inward, the large hand between her thighs twisting seductively, stirring up waves of water.

All of this tempted Shakyamuni's gaze and mind. His dark eyes burned with intense fire, so fierce it seemed he could swallow the tender woman in the tub whole.

Chapter 124 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Part 5, Spicy)

He lowered his head, like a wolf, fiercely and greedily seizing those rosy, petal-shaped lips. His large tongue slipped in through the half-open lips, like a mad python churning and ravaging the tender, sweet mouth, sweeping and patrolling.

The little pig's plump mouth was soft and tender, the delicate little tongue smooth and sweet, the saliva stirred up contained a sweet, milky tea flavor mixed with the fragrance of flowers, making it simply irresistible. He kissed her fiercely and passionately, his arms tightening around her lower back and hips. His large hands, which had been massaging her buttocks, transformed into wanton and fervent grasps and kneads, his fingers rapidly and intensely rubbing and swirling her swollen, baby-like clitoris. The milky-brown medicinal bathwater churned violently, emitting gurgling and slapping sounds.

The indescribable tingling stimulation overwhelmed Luo Zhu. Her dazed eyes closed slightly, her mind hazy and confused, her body driven, whipped, and controlled by instinctive lust. Her legs opened and closed in the bathwater, kicking and twisting, her ten toes curling uncontrollably. Her hands gripped tightly onto Shijia Tashi's bare arms, his sleeves rolled up, his nails digging deep into her dark skin. Although her lips were sealed by the man, her seductive and intoxicating moans escaped from between their pressed lips, soft and sweet, which only fueled the man's passion.

Shakyamuni's large hand, which had been kneading her shapely buttocks, moved down along the alluring cleft, and with the help of the bathwater, a long finger relentlessly pierced into her tightly closed anus. Still relying on your hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded to resemble a highly realistic vulva, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... rhythmic swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

The intrusion of the foreign object caused a sharp tearing pain in her anus. Luo Zhu's body suddenly stiffened forward, a hoarse sob escaped her throat, and her lightly closed, dreamy eyes widened abruptly, a charming pain emerging from her swirling, passionate daze. Just as the anus contracted painfully, a terrible tingling sensation came from her clitoris, and her lower body erupted in a powerful spasm. A white light exploded in her brain, and a large amount of honey-like fluid gushed out from deep within her body. An astonishing pleasure suddenly lifted her to the clouds, then abruptly submerged her from head to toe. Lost in the abyss of erotic ecstasy, she lost control and bit back at the rampaging tongue in her mouth, her whole body convulsing and trembling in the water.

The pain on her tongue caused the beast within Shakyamuni, already howling, to break free of its restraints and charge wildly. A roar erupted from his throat, and his tall, muscular body tumbled into the tub, splashing water everywhere. He embraced the delicate, almost translucent woman, trembling like autumn leaves in the rain, and, ignoring her intense sensitivity during her orgasm, kissed and nibbled at her with even greater fervor, continuing to tease and play with her extremely sensitive clitoris, his long fingers thrusting wildly into her tight anus. The tight, fleshy opening around his fingers felt like a baby's mouth sucking away, sending a surging, ecstatic sensation through his tailbone.

"Waaah...waaah..." Luo Zhu whimpered softly, like a bird imprisoned by a towering mountain. Her body swayed on the clouds, adrift on the sea, unable to land, unable to climb. The intense, electric pleasure was mixed with sharp, tearing pain, which in turn stimulated her nerves, making the pleasure even more terrifying. The excessively prolonged orgasm was too much for her inexperienced body to bear; she wished she could die immediately.

When he finally released Luo Zhu's lips, the pent-up, trembling cries burst forth.

"Ah—ah—no...no...ah ah—no more!"

With a powerful shudder, flashes of white light streaked across her face, and Luo Zhu convulsed and fainted in the man's arms.

Shakyamuni's eyes burned with the flames of hell. Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, his rugged, cruel face flushed with lust, his expression twisted with a bloodthirsty, hungry rage. He made the unconscious woman sit on him with her legs spread, pressing his throbbing, erect penis against her through her clothes. His large hands gripped her buttocks, manipulating her back and forth against his penis, his middle finger, inserted into her anus, moving in and out faster and harder in sync with the movements of her buttocks, the water splashing and sputtering.

The splashing water soaked through the crimson cashmere carpet around the tub, its color much deeper and more ambiguous than in the dry areas. The two palace slaves left to serve him knelt motionless against the bathroom wall like stone statues, their foreheads touching the ground, not daring to look up.

Finally, Shakyamuni threw back his head and let out a beast-like growl. His muscular body was taut like a fully drawn bow, and his contorted expression was filled with the pleasurable release. His long fingers, which had been moving between the woman's anus, slowly stopped.

He withdrew his fingers, his iron arms pressing the female slave tightly into his embrace. He kneaded her soft, smooth body with lingering pleasure, his disordered breathing gradually calming down. The ferocious pleasure in his expression transformed into a clear and gentle expression of noble kindness.

He turned her delicate head away from his shoulder, gazing at her slightly closed eyes and her still flushed face. His long, dark eyes radiated a faint, clear, and warm light, and deeper within them were layers of tenderness and an intense doting affection that even he himself was unaware of.

"Little pig, little pig..." he murmured softly over and over again, his fingertips tenderly smoothing her slightly furrowed brows. This time, playing with the awake little pig was far more fun and enjoyable than when she was unconscious, though it almost drove him, with his strong self-control, to a complete breakdown. He kissed her relaxed brow, lifted her out of the bath, and laid her flat on a soft cushion, quickly and carefully applying ointment to every inch of her pink skin. He also applied a generous amount to her swollen, red clitoris and the slightly torn pink anus.

"Little pig, I'm sorry, I'll remember to be gentler next time," he said tenderly, kissing her buttocks and gently blowing on her pink anus. Afraid of losing control again, he quickly dressed her in a sash and brand-new silk clothes, finally wrapping her in blankets.

"Change her clothes," he commanded coldly, his gaze sweeping over the two kneeling palace servants.

"Yes, Lord Lie."

Two pale-faced palace servants immediately rose, respectfully and fearfully helping Shakya Tashi to change his wet clothes. Just as they were about to bow and retreat, his fragile neck was seized. Before they could utter a single plea or scream of terror, his iron fingers twisted casually, and with a crisp crack, the two servants' heads slumped, instantly dead.

He released his grip, letting the two corpses fall heavily to the ground, a cruel, sinister smile playing on his lips. Even as the captain of the king's most trusted and relied-upon personal guard, even with a relationship that was half-king, half-friend, even with the king's permission to bathe and treat the piglet, he shouldn't have dared to defile the piglet in the bathroom. If the king were to become jealous or displeased, punishing him would be a minor matter; taking his anger out on the piglet would be far worse. Unable to bear seeing the little piglet tortured by the king, the two palace slaves who had witnessed the desecration had no choice but to die.

Lifting the little piglet from the cushions, he stepped out of the bathroom. The bed in the king's palace, now a ruin, had been replaced by new ones by the Black Flag Guards. At each of the four corners of the bedchamber, a new brass brazier inlaid with auspicious beasts, purchased from the Central Plains and reserved for the concubines, had been added. Lifting the thick, soft blankets covering the bed, he found it warm and cozy inside, with three leather water bags visible at the bottom.

He placed the little piglet under the blankets, sat by the bed, and gazed at it

for a long while before clapping his hands heavily. Six Black Flag Guards filed in, performed the rites of respect to Shakyamuni, and without any further orders, strode into the bathroom, quickly tidying up the mess before silently carrying away the rubbish.

Chapter 125 Disturbance? Heartbeat (VI)

The frustrated and agitated king had not yet returned to the palace, but he was probably almost done with his anger. Recalling the king's gloomy and dark face when he left, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile slightly. He picked up the exquisite silver openwork lotus-shaped warm shrine beside the bed and slowly warmed the little pig's wet braids on it.

The king was a monarch of unparalleled talent, skilled in handling state affairs and military campaigns with ease. However, despite being hailed as the son of the gods, he was born uninterested in women and completely ignorant of love, as pure and immaculate as snow. Although he now knew he liked the little pig, he did not yet regard her as a woman he liked, only considering her a slave whom he quite liked.

In the "Guge Code," the value of a slave was equal to that of a cowhide rope. Besides being used for enslavement, they were also lowly things that could be slaughtered and raped at will by the powerful and wealthy. As a descendant of the ancient kingdom of Xiangxiong, it was perfectly normal and trivial for him, a hereditary nobleman, to toy with and possess a lowly palace slave. Even if the slave gained the king's favor, it wouldn't change her lowly status and inferior position.

Of course, his twenty years of guarding her was no lie; his loyalty to the king would never waver. But when it came to the woman he loved, any upright Boba man would have to overcome all obstacles and strive to secure her place.

His dark eyes shone with a clear, gentle warmth, softly illuminating her delicate and lovely features. His rough, dark fingers lovingly caressed her soft, smooth face. He wanted to wrap her in his robe without a care in the world, hiding her from everyone. He wanted to devour her whole, to merge her with him forever. Why was his affection for her growing stronger? As a woman, this little pig was neither beautiful nor charming, nor passionate, and even stingy with laughter, yet he was captivated by her. Regardless of whether he liked her before, from the moment Namua Village stepped onto her back, his gaze fell upon her.

He watched her wail and cry as she endured the branding torture, watched her chew wild grass by the river, watched her grovel among the bare bones of cattle and sheep, searching for scraps to survive, watched her fall weakly from the secret passage, her arms covered in blood and wounds from her desperate struggle with the mastiffs. He watched her tremble in fear under the claws of the silver lion, watched her being constantly tortured and threatened by the king. Her large obsidian eyes were dull and gloomy, filled with terror, yet they always revealed a firm desire for life, sparkling with a bright and clear light.

Slowly, he wanted to approach her and protect her, to hold her in his arms and caress her, to press her down and ravage her, to see her laugh and whine in his arms, to sob softly—a desire he had never felt in twenty-six years. And this desire was love. His love was so obvious that the king saw right through him. The king, most likely, saw it too. At this moment, his ability to be close to the little piglet was nothing short of the king's way of winning him over and rewarding him

. Heh, the king currently viewed the little piglet as a precious object he liked but could easily part with to win people's hearts; he wasn't domineering enough towards her, nor did he cherish her enough. This was perfect; it gave him an opportunity. He had finally met a woman he liked, and had already missed her because of his past ignorance. How could

he possibly waste this fleeting opportunity again? The little piglet's petal-shaped lips were swollen and upturned, appearing even more luscious and alluring after being coated with ointment. He lowered his head, intending to kiss her before the king returned, but suddenly met a pair of open obsidian eyes. It turned out that while he was lost in thought, the little piglet had already woken up from her unconsciousness.

"Little piglet, you're awake?" he asked softly, a smile playing on his lips.

Of course! If she wasn't awake, was she sleepwalking with her eyes open? Luo Zhu stared at him warily, her lips pressed tightly together, inwardly cursing him. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw this ferocious beast's rugged, rugged face adorned with a gentle, refined smile. His dark, long eyes, gazing at her, were slightly misty, as if he were intently watching her, or perhaps recalling something beautiful through her.

Her body, from toes to hair, was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of her climax, soft and warm, making her so comfortable and languid that she didn't want to move. She caught a faint, familiar scent of lotus-scented ointment; the pain inflicted by the beastly king had miraculously vanished. But she wouldn't forget how he had humiliated and toyed with her. He… his fingers… had actually penetrated her anus! Although she had been lost in the pleasure of lust, she still clearly felt the savage, tearing pain. Her anus was no longer painful, but there was an inexplicable, sore, and strange feeling inside, as if a foreign object had invaded it. "Nonsense! Her chrysanthemum wasn't destroyed by the beast king, but it fell victim to the ferocious beast's fingers!" Amidst her resentment, there was also a sliver of relief at surviving. The humiliation was unavoidable, but at least her tender, red and white intestines hadn't been pulled out.

Facing her wariness and silence, Shakyamuni smiled nonchalantly and continued softly, "Little pig, does it still hurt in the back?"

Even though Luo Zhu had long since resolved to cast aside any notions of female shame and self-respect, being suddenly and directly asked about such a private feeling by a man, without any formal experience of intimacy, caused her chrysanthemum to reflexively contract, and her face still flushed crimson. She suddenly recalled the man's fiery and unrestrained fondling, her own wanton moans and writhing, her face burning hot enough to boil an egg. Damn it! So shameful! So lewd! Why didn't God strike down the beast and wake her up!

What...what's it to you! She was utterly ashamed and embarrassed, her thick eyelashes trembling as she avoided the beast's gaze, her lips pressed even tighter. Her teeth itched and ached, wishing she could transform into a silver lion and pounce on the man's face to bite him hard.

"Little pig, I was too rough this time. I'll remember to be gentler next time." He lightly touched her tightly pursed lips, pleased to see her increasingly evasive and ashamed gaze, and softly comforted her, "Don't worry, as long as you behave like you did today, I will never hurt you again." Damn it,

he's already thinking about next time! Does he really think she's some kind of plaything, devoid of dignity, to be defiled at will?! Enough is enough! The resentment and shame she'd been holding back for so long could no longer be contained. Luo Zhu mustered her courage, glaring fiercely at him, but

the beast's dark eyes were soft and gentle, looking at her as if she were a precious treasure. The grotesque carnage and brutal ferocity of the past were nowhere to be found.

Her heart pounded, her resentment and shame vanished in an instant, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming panic. She lost the courage to meet his gaze. Her head, utterly useless, darted under the covers. If she couldn't fight him, she'd run away; she didn't want to see that eerie beast!

A low, deep chuckle came from outside the covers. She felt a pair of strong, powerful arms encircle her through the blankets. And then… and then they just kept holding her like that, not even worried about suffocating her.

She obediently hid in the darkness, letting the strong arms surround her. The beast's long, powerful breaths and the heat of his masculine body seemed to penetrate the thick, soft blankets, gently caressing her ears and soothing her skin. Her heartbeat gradually calmed, and she had a strange, warm illusion of being cherished and pitied.

"Lie… Captain Lie, sir," she suddenly whispered after a moment of silence.

"Hmm." If Luo Zhu were to lift the covers, she would see Shakyamuni grinning, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his brows and eyes devoid of any former sinister glint, replaced by an intense, unyielding smile of joy. Tsk tsk, a good sign. The little pig's usually cold and indifferent heart began to stir.

"The prisoners from my dungeon..." The low, muffled voice from under the covers paused before cautiously asking, "Were they all executed?"

Shakyamuni's lips twitched slightly to the upper right, his smile instantly turning sinister and wicked. He casually replied, "Twenty-six prisoners. Except for one who escaped before the slaughter, and one who faked his death and fell off a cliff, the remaining twenty-four were all chopped up and fed to the mastiffs."

She really was the one who caused this trouble! Luo Zhu clenched her fists under the covers, gritted her teeth, and her voice trembled slightly: "How...how old was that escaped prisoner?" Her heart was pounding in her throat; she almost held her breath, waiting for the answer from outside the covers.

A playful glint filled his narrow, dark eyes, and Shakyamuni's smile grew increasingly sinister. His tone was as gentle as a flowing spring stream: "It was a boy who escaped."

"Really?!" The covers were suddenly pulled off, revealing a delicate face filled with surprise and trepidation. Two chubby, white, beautiful hands even excitedly grabbed his falling hair, eagerly asking, "What was that boy wearing? What did he look like?"

Shakyamuni glanced down at the chubby hands gripping his hair, then at the pair of surprised and trepidation-filled obsidian eyes, and gave her a deep, enigmatic smile. He grabbed her two chubby hands and tucked them back into the covers. He didn't keep her in suspense, saying casually, "The boy who escaped was wearing a tattered, bare leather robe. As for his appearance... I didn't pay much attention." Seeing his bright obsidian eyes dim slightly, he seemed to suddenly remember, adding, "Oh, right, that boy was imprisoned next to the piglet. You might have seen what he looked like."

It was Dorje! Only Dorje's cell was next to hers! She breathed a long sigh of relief, her heart finally settling back into place. It was good that Dorje had escaped; as for the other strangers... she couldn't care less, and she felt no guilt. The prisoners locked in the Beast King's dungeon were going to die sooner or later; it was just that her involvement had hastened their deaths. At most, she could burn some paper money for them later and invite a few monks to perform a ritual for their souls.

"Judging from your expression, the escaped boy seems to have a close relationship with you," Shakya Tashi said leisurely, raising an eyebrow. "Little pig, do you think I should do you a favor and withdraw the order to pursue the fugitive?"

Luo Zhu remained silent, yawning delicately as if she hadn't heard anything, and burrowed her head deeper into the blankets. After Dorje escaped the dungeon, his older brother would definitely hide him well; she wasn't worried about him being caught and beheaded, nor did she need a ferocious beast to do her a favor. Hmm, strange, she didn't seem so afraid of this beast anymore? A strange certainty arose in her heart that no matter what she did, the beast wouldn't kill her with a single blow. This… Before she could think any further, a deep weariness washed over her, and she couldn't help but yawn arrogantly in front of the beast again, her eyelids becoming heavy and slowly drooping.

"Little pig, don't sleep, you haven't eaten yet."

Shakyamuni patted her cheek, and the only response he received was a soft, even breath.

He was speechless, then smiled deeply. This was truly a day blessed by the gods and Buddhas; his wish had miraculously come true. Although the little pig didn't smile at him or act coquettishly, it had begun to show no fear of him. However… looking at the woman who had almost instantly fallen asleep, the amusement in his dark eyes deepened.

According to the warden, before the soldiers entered the dungeon to massacre the prisoners, that extremely troublesome fellow had already escaped from the cell and was currently missing; no one knew where he was hiding.

Your Majesty, you must be careful; I'm not the only one interested in the little pig.

Chapter 126 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Seven)

Just as he thought of this, light and steady footsteps came from outside the palace, followed by the sound of guards outside the palace gates bowing to the king.

He immediately got up from the bed, lightly touched his forehead to the carpet, placed his palms flat beside his head, and performed a standard kneeling salute.

Zanbu Zhuodun entered the inner chamber and saw Shakya Tashi bowing deeply to him. Though his posture was one of devout reverence and prostration, his tall, lithe figure resembled a wild, untamed beast, exuding a ferocious, bloodthirsty ruthlessness and a savage power ready to erupt at any moment.

This man was sent by Baima Danzeng, a descendant of the royal family of the ancient Zhangzhung Kingdom. Hundreds of years ago, before Songtsen Gampo established the Tibetan Empire, Zhangzhung dominated Ali. If it weren't for Songtsen Gampo's sister, who had married into Zhangzhung and resented the Zhangzhung king's lack of affection for her, colluding with her brother to conquer Zhangzhung, Zhangzhung would not have become a stepping stone to the Tibetan Empire's golden age.

His family had rendered great service in the struggle for the Guge Kingdom among the Muchi family and was bestowed the surname "Lie." He should have enjoyed the family's immense wealth and power from birth, yet he had served as a guard by his side for twenty years. He appeared rugged, savage, and bloodthirsty, but in reality, he was meticulous and resolute, possessing a deep and patient nature. As the captain of the Black Flag Guard, the royal family's personal guard, his loyalty was beyond question. Having protected him faithfully for twenty years, he didn't merely consider him a subject; often, he regarded him as a friend, even… a brother. Only this last point, he never revealed, and no one knew, not even the man kneeling on the ground.

Since he liked that female slave, he wasn't a stingy king. Though he couldn't bestow the slave upon him, he could allow him to be close to her and play with her a few times. A smile, devoid of emotion, curled at the corner of his lips, his sharp, sinister gaze landing lightly on the back of Shakya Tashi's head. "Lie, you now wield immense power and are beyond measure. From now on, will you willingly accept this charity and continue to protect me, or will you greedily betray your loyalty and seize the throne? The female slave lying on the bed is my small test of you." If you unfortunately disappoint me, don't blame me for eradicating the entire "Lie" family and utterly destroying the descendants of the Xiangxiong royal family.

"Lie, I've said before, unless necessary, you don't need to bow deeply to me," he said with a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty's favor to your subject is immense, and I should bow deeply," Shakya Tashi said solemnly, respectfully kowtowing three times. "Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty."

"Lie, no reward, however great or numerous, can compare to your twenty years of loyal service," Zanbu Zhuodun bent down and reached out to help him up. "If you truly like this lowly female slave, you can play with her in the palace, but you cannot rape her, nor can you take her home."

Your Majesty, don't you think what you're saying now is hypocritical, childish, and lacking in the dignity of a king? If I said that bestowing this female slave upon me would be far more valuable than twenty years of loyal service, would you grant my request or immediately turn against me? I can't take her home, I can only play with her in the palace, and I can't rape her. That would be like scratching an itch through a boot—never truly enjoying it.

In that instant, Shakyamuni seemed to see that six-year-old boy from years ago. During a hunt, he captured a wild steed and loved it dearly. But as a guard, all spoils belonged to his master, so he had to reluctantly present the horse to the king. The king looked him over carefully and smiled, saying, "Lie, I know you like this horse too. You can ride it around the city, but you can't ride it outside the city, and you can't take it home." At that

time, he was only nine years old, and whenever he had free time, he would ride the horse around the city again and again. Whenever the king learned that he was riding around, a warm smile would appear on the child's face, and he would occasionally remind him, "Remember not to ride my horse out of the city, and don't take my horse home." He would always readily agree, but in his heart, he was somewhat unconvinced.

But how could a slow, leisurely stroll compare to the exhilarating thrill of riding at breakneck speed? Once, unable to resist temptation, he secretly rode out of the city and galloped freely outside. The next morning, the king, accompanied by palace attendants, brought him half of a horse. It was evenly split from head to tail, without a single piece wasted.

The king held his hand, his usually cold and indifferent voice filled with earnestness: "Lie, you have protected me for three years, and I wanted to reward you with something. Knowing that you also liked my horse, I ordered the guards to butcher it, and we'll each have half."

Looking at the king's earnest face and the blood-soaked half of the horse's carcass, he realized that he hadn't just protected a simple royal child, but a born king. It was from that moment that he truly dedicated his loyalty to the king, making the decision to protect him for life.

So many years had passed, and today he heard similar words from the king again. But now he knew that the king's words were both a reward and a warning, or perhaps even a test. If he disobeyed the king, he wondered if the little pig would be split in two like that horse. He and the king each received half.

"Your subject will heed Your Majesty's words." He rose with the king's help.

Zanbu Zhuotun patted his shoulder with a smile, but when he saw the untouched food on the low table, his smile quickly vanished, and he asked coldly, "Lie, why wasn't the pig fed?"

Shakya Tashi's lips twitched. Had he heard correctly? The king's rebuke included the word "feed." Had the king fed the piglets yesterday? How could the usually proud and cold-hearted king personally feed the piglets after personally administering the medicine?! He quickly glanced at the king, whose face was frosty and whose eyes showed displeasure, and then lowered his eyes respectfully, replying, "After the treatment, she was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. Your subject was unable to feed her." He deliberately emphasized the word "feed," and sure enough, the king's body slumped for a very brief moment.

Zanbu Zhuotun narrowed his eyes, concealing the gloom and coldness within them. He moved to the bedside, looking down at the sleeping female slave. After a while, he said indifferently, "Lie, tell the palace servants to remove the food and prepare something warm again."

"Yes."

Shakya Tashi bowed and then walked lightly out of the bedroom. As he lifted the curtain, he glanced at the tall, noble figure still standing by the bed, as imposing and unapproachable as a mountain, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Although the king had said similar things as he had over a decade ago, did the king know that his attitude towards that horse and that little pig seemed similar on the surface—both were things he quite liked—but in reality, they were completely different? That precious horse, worth a thousand times more than a slave, had never slept on the king's bed, covered him with the king's bedding, or been personally fed medicine and food by the king. Lowering the curtain, he walked out of the bedroom with peace of mind.

Only after the palace servants had removed all the cold food did Zanbu Zhuodun sit down by the bed. He stormed out of the palace in a huff and went straight to his study, summoning several ministers to inquire about preparations for the winter Buddhist ceremony and the annual celebrations. After finishing his business, the pent-up frustration and agitation in his chest had mostly subsided.

Calming down, a sense of unease crept in. He couldn't understand why seeing that pig obediently display a twisted, stiff smile more like a grimace had ignited a fire within him, stirring up inexplicable anger.

The pig on the bed slept more peacefully than the night before, her brow naturally relaxed. Upon closer inspection, one could even discern a hint of coquettishness in her slightly upturned, petal-like lips and the faint curve of her mouth. Could she sleep so peacefully before Lie? His brow furrowed unconsciously, his full lips forming a cold, sharp line, and another surge of inexplicable anger rose within him.

In front of Yin Ni, she could laugh and act spoiled without restraint. In front of Lie, she could sleep soundly. Why was it that in front of him, she either trembled or wailed, even in her sleep, her face contorted in pain? Was he really that terrifying? He angrily poked her forehead, instantly leaving a deep blue-purple mark on her smooth, full forehead. The center of the impact even broke the skin, oozing a few fine streaks of blood, a shocking sight against the surrounding fair skin.

He paused, stunned, for a long while before slowly withdrawing his hand. He opened his palms, examining them repeatedly, a dark gloom settling between his furrowed brows. It seemed he really needed to be careful with his strength. But wasn't this pig too delicate, too easily manipulated? Oh well, let her recover during her period, lest she be unable to withstand his possession later.

He kicked off his boots, climbed onto the bed, and held the little pig, blanket and all, in his arms. He brought his face closer to hers, the slave girl's soft breath caressing his skin, the sweet, milky scent of tea mixed with floral fragrance and a faint aroma of lotus and herbs filling his nostrils. His gloomy, angry chest gradually calmed.

"Little pig, you are Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun's slave,"

he whispered, placing a light kiss on the bruise on her forehead.

Chapter 127 Boring and Miserable Days (Part 1)

From December 13th to 19th, the enthronement ceremony of the Guge Lotus Dharma King, also known as the Winter Dharma Assembly, took place. After the assembly, various annual celebrations followed, continuing until the fifteenth of the first lunar month.

The Winter Dharma Assembly was mainly held inside and outside the Toling Monastery. At that time, regardless of whether the sun shines brightly or snow falls heavily, people from all over Guge flock to the temples to participate in the Dharma assembly. Even many outsiders, drawn by its fame, participate, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere. However, the borders and the royal city will be under heightened security, with strict checks on everyone attending the assembly to prevent spies.

The assembly has been underway for four days. The royal palace is newly decorated, filled with a joyful atmosphere. Even the lowest-ranking palace servants show a hint of happiness in their eyes due to the slight improvement in their food.

Ever since learning that the Bon religion in Guge, like the Sakya school, also has a winter Dharma assembly, Luo Zhu's heart has been filled with longing. In modern times, she has no opportunity to witness the Sakya school's annual winter Mahakala Dharma assembly, a tradition spanning thousands of years, and can only sense its solemnity, grandeur, and mysterious majesty through news reports and pictures. The winter ceremonies of the Guge Kingdom and the Sakya school differed in timing, but considering this was a historical shift in time, she calmly expressed her understanding and acceptance. She

longed to see the ceremonies at Tholing Monastery with her own eyes! She longed to see the revered and worshipped Lotus King, so beloved by the people of Guge! Right, she had only seen the desolate ruins of Tholing Monastery in modern times; she wondered what its grandeur would be like now. Ah, she wasn't a historian or archaeologist, so why was she so itchy to go? It was all because of her quarter-Tibetan blood, which had captivated her since childhood with the nature and culture of the Tibetan Plateau.

She rolled around dejectedly on the king's large bed, unable to shake off her itch. As a slave, she had neither the right nor the possibility of leaving the palace to go to Tholing Monastery to witness the ceremonies.

Because of the cold, her menstrual period was not only painful but also heavy and prolonged, lasting a full ten days without completely ending. Even though her diet was much better during her period, her pale face still showed a bluish tinge of anemia, making her look somewhat...unwell.

The beastly king had truly changed his methods of tormenting her. Before, he made her kneel on the ground to serve him all day long; now, he imprisoned her in bed all day, forbidding her to get up. Before, he made her sleep on the floor with the mastiffs to keep watch; now, he held her in his arms every night as a cooling agent. Before, he loved to strip her naked, savagely and cruelly tormenting her like a beast, but now he was like a strict, frigid, and impotent man. Before, he would kill and torture people in front of her every now and then, doing everything he could to frighten her; now, he fed her three meals a day, his saliva constantly disgusting her. As king, shouldn't he be at the ceremony? Why did he have so much free time to rush back and feed her?

She knew all these changes were because the beastly king had developed feelings for her, but she also knew clearly that she utterly loathed this feeling. She had never felt at ease in this affection; on the contrary, a small beast called fear always lurked deep within her heart. As time passed, it grew larger and larger, making her uncontrollably anxious. She felt like a pig, fattened up in a sty, only to be dragged out for slaughter. This feeling intensified as the Guge New Year approached.

The new batch of palace servants stationed in her bedchamber, besides serving her cautiously and uttering a few monosyllabic words when necessary, remained expressionless, their faces calm and gentle, almost like stone statues. She fully understood their obsequious, even cold, behavior. If there was one most dangerous job in the Guge royal palace, it was undoubtedly serving the beastly king personally. It seemed incredibly glorious, but in reality, it was a death sentence, with a shockingly high turnover rate. Therefore, no matter how bored or uninteresting she was, she never bothered to provoke these poor palace servants, fearing that a single misstep might cost them their lives.

Four days ago, she still had Yinni and Xuebao with her. Occasionally, ferocious beasts would sneak in to visit her, chat with her, and seize the opportunity to tease and molest her. But after the Dharma assembly began, Yinni and the snow leopard had to disguise themselves as divine beasts and participate in the entire assembly, and Shakyamuni Buddha had to lead troops to patrol and coordinate day and night in the royal city. Everyone was too busy to pay attention to her. The only one who had time to pay attention to her was the beast king, whom she feared most.

So these past few days, Luo Zhu had been very bored, miserable, uneasy, disgusted, and resentful. Sometimes, she even self-destructively reminisced about the miserable days when she was cruelly tortured and depended on Yinni for survival. Born in hardship, die in comfort. The life of a parasite forced to stay in bed every day was not so good either. Whenever she tried to put her feet on the carpet, those beautiful stone palace servants would immediately step forward to stop her, cruelly crushing her beautiful wish to get out of bed and wander around.

"Ah—ah—ah—"

She writhed, eyes closed, clutching the thick, soft cashmere quilt, moaning softly as she continued to roll listlessly from one end of the bed to the other. The palace now had four braziers in the corners, so while not exactly spring-like, the temperature was at least fourteen or fifteen degrees Celsius; wearing thick clothes made it manageable.

When the curtain was lifted by a palace servant, this was the scene of her listlessly rolling around. His stern, sharp, and sinister gaze softened slightly without his knowledge. Seeing the pig becoming increasingly engrossed in rolling, even accidentally rolling towards the edge of the bed, he quickly rushed forward, catching her in his arms the instant she landed.

Her body was embraced by familiar, strong arms, and a wave of icy cold air washed over her. Startled, Luo Zhu shivered and quickly opened her eyes. The Beast King's deep, sharp, bronze face came into view, his dark brown eagle eyes fixed on her, his sinister gaze containing a sharp, cold light of authority. A half-smile played on his lips, and his clothes exuded the chill of the snowstorm.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... is back..." She reflexively clutched the blankets in her arms, struggling to climb out of the Beast King's embrace, curling up in a corner of the bed, stammering her greeting.

"Hmm."

Zanbu Zhuodun glanced at her indifferently, rising and stretching his arms. Several palace servants immediately rushed forward, removing his chilled, black tiger-fur brocade robe with gold dragon patterns and snow-covered high-top leather boots, and replacing them with a dry, warm, dark blue otter-fur brocade robe and a pair of soft cashmere shoes.

Several palace servants bowed and entered carrying various items, and soon a steaming, abundant feast was laid out on the low table. Meanwhile, Zanbu Zhuodun, attended by palace servants, washed his hands and face with hot water.

He sat on the bed and beckoned to Luo Zhu, who was curled up in the corner. "Come here, pig." His cold, hard, and indifferent voice, as usual, contained a hint of emotionless amusement.

Luo Zhu lowered her head, remaining silent. Damn it, it was that disgusting feeding time again. Could she just turn into a stone statue for a while?!

"Come here, pig." The second call was deeper, carrying a chilling, murderous edge.

She bit her lip, struggled for a while, and finally had to succumb to the evil forces, slowly crawling over wrapped in the blankets. Based on past experience, the beast king would only repeat the same command twice to her at most. If she stubbornly resisted, he would directly grab her and punish her by biting her mouth. When he released her, her lips and tongue were usually swollen, numb, and painful, with broken skin and bleeding, making eating extremely painful. A

good woman doesn't fight with a beast! You can't fight against a powerful man! When you're under someone's roof, you have no choice but to back down. Fortunately, what's on her neck isn't a noble, proud, and heroic head, but an ordinary head that can bend and stretch, rise and fall, and knows when to yield.

Chapter 128 Boring and Pitiful Days (Part Two)

Before Luo Zhu could crawl close, Zanbu Zhuo Dun impatiently stretched out his arm. His large hand clamped her right upper arm, and with a gentle lift, he pulled her entire body into his arms.

The beast king's embrace was no longer chillingly cold; it was warm and comforting, like a vast ocean, as solid and strong as a majestic mountain, enough to make any woman feel safe and secure. However, Luo Zhu cried out in terror, "I'll obey!" Before the words were even finished, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, struggling desperately in this warm, firm, broad, and powerful embrace, trying to escape the man's hold.

"Yes, I know," Zanbu Zhuotun responded in a deep hum. His chin rested on the top of her small, delicate head's black hair, his arms slightly tightening, letting the little beast in his arms writhe and struggle, he remained unmoved. His

two arms across her shoulders and waist were strong and powerful, like cast iron; no matter how much she struggled or twisted, it was all in vain. Soon, Luo Zhu was panting heavily, her limbs weak. Her hand, which had been covering her mouth, had long since fallen during the struggle and was now resting limply on the iron arms that encircled her chest.

"Tired?" A warm breeze brushed against her right ear. A deep, resonant voice, cold and indifferent, held a hint of teasing, even a touch of indulgence. "What an adorable pig."

Damn it, that's the pig! Luo Zhu desperately suppressed the urge to curse. She inhaled and exhaled, her rapid breathing gradually calming, but a wave of utter frustration washed over her. It was like this again. She had grown up through fighting and brawling, and had undergone more than three years of structured physical training. Why, compared to the beast king, was she as weak as a limp worm, while he was as powerful as the towering Mount Everest? Was this the difference between an ordinary human and the king of beasts? Nonsense! Even if Mount Everest was the highest mountain in the world, it was ultimately trampled underfoot by humans time and time again. She refused to believe that the gap wouldn't close one day.

Slumped in the beast king's arms, after regaining her composure and mentally reassuring herself, she fell silent. So what if he just nibbled on her little mouth and tongue? So what if her lips were swollen, numb, and bleeding a little? So what if each bite felt like a knife scraping her flesh? She'd already experienced all sorts of debauchery and pain; she'd let him carve her flesh. Surely he wouldn't torture her to death?

"So tired you can't even speak?" A warm, seductive male breath gently brushed against her ear. Zambu Zhuodun mischievously watched as a crimson blush spread across her teased, delicate ear. He bit into the tender red earlobe, gently nibbling and slowly licking it, unsurprisingly feeling the body in his arms shrink back. "Good pig, I'll feed you."

Even though she had made up her mind, Luo Zhu couldn't help but tremble at his words, her beautiful eyebrows forming two tight knots. Seeing a piece of roasted beef being fed to the beast king, she turned her face away in panic and disgust.

Suddenly, her chin was pinched by long, bronze fingers and gently pulled back. The light dimmed, and the warm, masculine breath washed over her. The moment her lips were sealed, she instinctively closed her eyes, her lips slowly parting under the force of his thrusts.

Sticky, mushy meat mixed with saliva was spat into his mouth, and a large, supple tongue slipped in. It pushed the mushy food down her throat while roaming her mouth, playfully sucking and licking her tongue.

A wave of nausea washed over her; she forced herself to remain motionless, letting the beast king feed and play with her. She had to hold her breath occasionally to avoid inhaling too much of his warm breath, which might disturb her peace of mind. Fortunately, although the beast king had a faint, fishy smell, his breath, besides the taste of food, had no bad breath whatsoever. Otherwise, she really couldn't guarantee she wouldn't ruminate on the food scraps she'd swallowed like a cow, only to vomit them back into the beast's mouth intact. Uh, stop, the more she thought about it, the more nauseous she felt. She'd better freeze her brain and clear her mind to feel better.

Each feeding was accompanied by a kiss. Only after feeding the last bits of cordyceps into the pig's throat and licking her mouth inside and out several times did Zanbu Zhuodun reluctantly remove his lips.

The little pig in his arms had a dazed and unfocused look in her eyes, her pale, bluish face flushed with a thin layer of pink, her half-open, round, petal-like lips a rosy, full, and glistening red, with a pink tongue faintly visible. A wet, silvery thread hung from both corners of her mouth, and her delicate, pink chin was soaked with the overflowing saliva, exuding a charming and pure allure that drew his gaze.

"Good pig, are you full?" Zanbu Zhuodun put his arm around her shoulder and asked softly, looking down at her. His husky voice had lost some of its coldness and indifference, gaining a magnetic allure, and a dark, burning flame flickered in his hawk-like eyes. The arm around the female slave's waist shifted, his large hand, through her clothing, covering her slightly protruding, soft belly, stroking it in circles. He was increasingly enjoying feeding the pig, not only the sweet, soft flesh during the feeding process, but also the incredibly comfortable and satisfying feeling that filled his chest afterward. Both the sweet, soft flesh and the comfortable satisfaction were captivating him, almost to the point of obsession.

Luo Zhu blinked, her frozen mind beginning to function again. Her small tongue unconsciously darted out, licking her upper lip, then her lower lip. Strangely, it didn't hurt, and there was no broken skin. Although she forcibly stopped her thoughts, she still vaguely sensed that the Beast King wasn't biting or tearing her as sadistically as before. The feeding movements and the licking and sucking of her lips and tongue were very gentle, as if he were handling a fragile item that might break at any moment. Hmm... to receive such good treatment, she guessed it was because the Beast King was more satisfied with her obedience this time.

Zambu Zhuodun watched as the tiny pink tongue tip, like a playful little fish eating, carefully licked her slightly upturned, rosy upper lip, then her full, rosy lower lip. Finally, it paused between her teeth, making a soft click before retracting its position, and her rosy, petal-like lips closed. A strong throbbing suddenly shot through her heart, and a surge of intense heat instantly rose throughout her body. Her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily several times, every muscle taut like a drawn bow.

"Good pig, tell me, are you full?" he asked again, turning his head, his burning lips almost touching her ear. The large hand stroking her tender belly increased its pressure slightly, pressing her plump, pert buttocks closer to his lower body. Her

ears tingled, her body went numb from the heat, and she almost cried out in surprise. Only then did she realize the large hand stroking her belly. Luo Zhu frantically grabbed the beast's large paw, preventing it from touching her any further, shouting in a panic, "I'm full! I'm full!" Damn it, you're so full! Who gave you permission, you beast, to touch my belly like that? Don't you know that touching your belly right after eating will make it grow bigger and bigger? My belly is big enough; I don't need your help.

Resentful inwardly, her body instinctively moved backward, but upon touching something hard, she suddenly sprang forward. She's in heat! She's in heat! That damn beast is in heat! For the past ten days, hadn't he been in a period of sexual dormancy, suffering from both frigidity and intermittent impotence? Why would

he suddenly become aroused today?! The thought of being forced to lick his beastly penis when he was aroused sent shivers down her spine. The thought of being stripped naked, ravaged, and left with burns all over her body filled her with extreme terror.

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