Chapter 9: The Eastern Heretic Appears, and Courtesan Lin Wan'er Falls for Him

Lu Zhanyuan set down his wine cup with a grin from ear to ear, his face alight with unhidden excitement. "Brother Yang! This plan... this plan is truly brilliant! If I take Li Mochou as a secondary wife, I can calm her resentment and keep my Lu family estate peaceful. It solves both problems at once!"

He stood up and clapped Yang Guo hard on the shoulder, laughing heartily. "Brother Yang, what extraordinary talent! For me, Lu Zhanyuan, to meet you today is a blessing beyond three lifetimes! Why don't we become sworn brothers right here and now? From this day on, we'll share good fortune and shoulder hardship together!"

Yang Guo also rose, a faint smile on his face. "Brother Lu flatters me. It was only a chance meeting."

Lu Zhanyuan did not notice that beside him, He Yuanjun still wore a gentle smile on her oval face, but deep in her almond eyes lurked an indescribable weariness and complexity.

Behind her, the hem of her skirt was silently dripping pale white fluid, soaking a small wet patch into the white jade floor.

And through the gaps between the layered pearl necklaces on her chest and the black tube top beneath them, suspicious dark stains had seeped through, ruining the original brocade peony pattern with blotches and smears.

He Yuanjun lowered her head, her fingers absently twisting the thin golden tassel chain at her waist.

She did not know how to face her husband. Lu Zhanyuan was still speaking with great enthusiasm about becoming sworn brothers, completely unaware that only half an hour earlier, this man who was about to become his brother had pinned her down on the stone bridge in the quiet courtyard and forced her to do something like that.

But... this plan really did work.

She lifted her eyes and stole a glance at Yang Guo from beneath her thick lashes.

The man was drinking calmly with Lu Zhanyuan, his expression showing not the slightest trace of anything unusual.

But He Yuanjun knew that his thin lips had been stained with her bodily fluids, that those hands had just kneaded her breasts, and that thing... had ejaculated inside her.

So what he called the best plan really was the best plan.

The thought of making Lu Zhanyuan marry Li Mochou had crossed her mind before.

But in the end she could not bring herself to agree. She was the mistress of the Lu family estate. How could she allow her husband to take an itinerant woman as a secondary wife?

Much less someone as ruthless and vicious as Li Mochou.

But now... after being toyed with by Yang Guo until she was completely undone, she found that the obstacle did not seem quite so impossible after all.

After all, Yang Guo had already seen through all her pride and restraint and stripped away the shell of "Lady of the Lu family estate" completely.

"Madam?" Lu Zhanyuan noticed He Yuanjun spacing out and asked with concern, "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing." He Yuanjun forced a smile and tucked the loose strand of hair falling over her chest behind her ear. The tiny diamonds on that silver butterfly hairpin glinted in the lamp light. "I'm just a little tired."

Lu Zhanyuan did not ask further. He turned and took a jar of wine from the servant, then personally poured two cups. "Brother Yang, I'm just a crude man and don't know how to say any fancy things. To be sworn brothers with you today is my blessing, Lu Zhanyuan's blessing! Come, let's drink this blood wine together!"

With that, he bit open the tip of his finger and let blood drip into the wine. Yang Guo followed suit, and the two men clinked cups and drank it all down in one go.

"Good!" Lu Zhanyuan laughed. "From now on, you and I are brothers! Brother Yang, you didn't hold old grievances against me, and you even gave me advice. I'll remember that, Lu Zhanyuan! Once I marry Li Mochou, I'll make sure to repay Brother Yang properly!"

Standing nearby, He Yuanjun watched the two of them call each other brothers and felt a mixture of emotions. She remembered what Yang Guo had said in the courtyard: "A friend's wife is fair game."

Now Lu Zhanyuan really had become Yang Guo's "friend."

And she, in turn, had become the woman this "friend" had already played with.

A strange numbness spread through her body, and for a moment she even felt that perhaps this was fate.

"Madam, we should be going back." Lu Zhanyuan turned to her and said, "I can't wait to go find Li Mochou."

He Yuanjun nodded. "All right," she said softly.

She followed Lu Zhanyuan out of the reception hall.

As they passed through the corridors, she clearly felt slick fluid flowing from the inside of her thighs. It was the semen that had been poured into her in the courtyard, now trickling down the path between her legs.

With every step, that sticky, slippery sensation reminded her of everything that had just happened.

But she could not stop, and she could not let it show.

She could only keep walking as if nothing had happened.

Lu Zhanyuan walked ahead with light steps, even humming a little tune under his breath. He Yuanjun followed half a step behind him, the hem of her black-and-gold woven mamian skirt brushing lightly across the ground and hiding the stains that dripped down.

Only after they left the gates of Yang Manor and Lu Zhanyuan went to call for the carriage did He Yuanjun finally relax, leaning against a stone pillar and breathing softly.

She lowered her head and looked at her skirt.

On the inside of the hem, a small patch was already wet.

She closed her eyes, and Yang Guo's voice seemed to still be echoing in her ears: "Is my cock bigger than Lu Zhanyuan's?"

"Madam? The carriage is here." Lu Zhanyuan's voice broke into her thoughts.

He Yuanjun opened her eyes, her expression once again composed and proper. "Coming."

She lifted her skirt and boarded the carriage, locking all her embarrassment and humiliation outside the door.

Inside Yang Manor, Yang Guo watched them leave. The smile on his face faded slightly, and he turned to walk toward the rear courtyard.

Passing through the Nianci Palace, he reached the rooftop on the three-hundredth level. He pushed open the courtyard gate, and the place was quiet, filled only with the faint scent of sandalwood.

Mu Nianci was lying on the soft couch in the side room, her expression serene as if she were asleep. She wore a plain inner robe, her black hair spread across the pillow, her breathing even and long.

Yang Guo stood by the couch and observed her quietly for a moment.

Her breath was very steady, and faint true qi seemed to be circulating slowly through her dantian. There were also subtle signs of spiritual energy moving through the meridians throughout her body. It seemed the foundation-building process was going very smoothly, though it still needed time.

He did not disturb her. He turned and stepped back out, gently closing the door behind him.

Yang Guo went to Jiaxing City again, this time to recruit more servants and female attendants.

The next morning.

Yang Guo changed into a black brocade robe with a white jade belt at his waist, his hair bound up with a jade crown. He looked quite refined and scholarly.

He took the Bai Ze plush doll and headed toward Jiaxing City.

Yang Manor was only a few dozen li from Jiaxing City, and at his present speed it took him barely half the time it took to burn a stick of incense to arrive.

The city gate was bustling with people coming and going.

Yang Guo posted a notice at the gate. It read:

"Yang Manor is recruiting servants and female attendants, ages twenty and under, men and women both welcome. Monthly pay: five taels of silver, with meals and lodging provided. Those interested should register at Yang Family Town in the east of the city."

As soon as the notice went up, it caused an immediate stir.

"Five taels a month?"

"Th... that's way too much, isn't it?"

"An ordinary household only earns a few hundred wen in a month. What exactly is this Yang Manor doing to pay that much?"

The discussion rose and fell in waves.

Yang Guo stood to the side, calm and unreadable.

The Bai Ze plush doll perched on his shoulder and whispered, "Master, isn't that a little too generous?"

Yang Guo smiled. "Too much? If it's not enough, how am I supposed to recruit anyone?"

He looked toward the chattering crowd of commoners, a glint flashing in his eyes.

What he wanted was not only people.

He also wanted hearts.

By midday, the registration office in Yang Family Town already had a long line stretching out the door.

Yang Guo sat in the center of the main hall, flipping through the register.

"Next."

A young man stepped forward and cupped his hands in salute. "This humble one is Wang Da, nineteen years old, and I wish to enter Yang Manor."

Yang Guo looked up at him, then lowered his gaze and continued reading. "Can you read?"

"Replying to Young Master, this humble one knows a few characters."

"Can you fight?"

"When I was young, I learned a few moves from the village hunter."

Yang Guo nodded and marked something in the register. "Go to the side room on the left for an examination. Stay if you pass."

"Thank you, Young Master!"

After Wang Da stepped away, another person came up.

It was a young woman around twenty, dressed in coarse cloth clothes. Her features were lovely, though her skin was a little rough.

"This common girl is Chunxing, twenty years old, and wishes to enter Yang Manor."

Yang Guo looked at her and asked, "Can you read?"

Chunxing shook her head. "This common girl cannot read."

"Can you do embroidery?"

"Since I was small, I helped my mother with needlework. I can embroider flowers, and I can also make clothes."

Yang Guo nodded. "Go to the side room on the right for an examination. Stay if you pass."

And so it went, one after another. For a full morning, Yang Guo kept flipping through the register.

By noon, he had already recruited more than three hundred people.

But what gave him a headache was that fewer than one in ten of them could read, let alone were skilled in writing and literature.

"Master, this won't do," the Bai Ze plush doll whispered in his ear. "You can't possibly teach them all to read yourself, can you?"

Yang Guo rubbed his brow. "Of course I know that."

He stood and stretched. "Forget it. I'll eat first and think of a way this afternoon."

He walked out of the main hall, about to head for a restaurant in the city, when suddenly--

"Oh? Young master, you look unfamiliar!"

A heavily made-up middle-aged woman came up to him and grabbed his sleeve.

Yang Guo frowned and instinctively tried to shake her off, but the woman clung even tighter.

"Young master, our Jiaofang Bureau is the most famous place in Jiaxing City. The girls inside are all gifted in every art. Why don't you come in and take a seat?"

Yang Guo was about to refuse when he suddenly heard a melodious sound of a qin from inside.

His expression shifted slightly. "What are they doing inside?"

The madam laughed. "Today our Jiaofang Bureau's courtesan, Miss Lin Wan'er, is holding a lantern-riddle contest. If the young master is interested, why not go in and have a look?"

Yang Guo thought about it and nodded. "All right."

The madam was overjoyed and hurried to lead him in.

The interior of the Jiaofang Bureau was arranged with elegant taste. It did not have the vulgar, decadent feel of an ordinary brothel; instead, it looked more like a gathering place for scholars.

On the stage, a group of dancing girls were moving gracefully through a performance.

Yang Guo only glanced once before recognizing it as Mulan Joins the Army.

The lower seats were packed with scholars and refined gentlemen. Some bobbed their heads while reciting poetry, others leaned together whispering and discussing, yet none of them could explain the meaning of the play.

Yang Guo found a seat and casually tipped the madam fifty taels of silver.

The madam was delighted and handed him a flower register, whispering, "Young Master Yang, the next act is a lantern-riddle contest, but the riddle is itself a performance. The way to answer it is a bit unusual: you need to compose a poem or lyric. Whoever solves it will win the favor of Courtesan Lin Wan'er."

Yang Guo took the flower register and flipped through it casually, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

He was no scholar, but as a transmigrator, he had plenty of classic Blue Star poetry stored in his head.

This kind of small matter could not stump him.

On stage, the performance was nearing its end.

Mulan, disguised as a man, had taken her father's place in the army, fought on the battlefield, and finally returned victorious.

Watching that valiant and heroic figure on stage, a song lyric surfaced in Yang Guo's mind.

He picked up a brush and wrote on the paper:

Red Mourn

One scene of the play, sleeves rise and fall

Singing sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, none of it concerns me

The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound, then fall silent again

The love in the play, the people outside it, who can say?

Accustomed to folding all joy and anger, grief and delight into rouge and powder

What if stale lines are sung through to the end? Bone ash and gray dust are all I am

Drifting duckweed in a chaotic age, forced to watch the beacon fires burn the rivers and mountains

Though lowly in rank, I dare not forget my country's woes, even if no one knows me

Those in the audience walk by, never seeing the old colors

Those on stage sing a song of heartbreak and parting

The word for love is hard to write in ink; when she sings, it must be answered with blood

The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest?

When he finished, he also added phonetic annotations beside it using the Song dynasty fanqie method so those scholars would be able to read it.

"Send it up," he said, handing the paper to the nearby attendant.

The attendant took it and carried it to the judges' seats on the stage.

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair and waited leisurely.

Before long, cries of astonishment rose from the judges' platform.

"Excellent! Excellent lyric!"

"This verse is filled out brilliantly, simply brilliant!"

"Though lowly in rank, I dare not forget my country's woes, even if no one knows me... that line is truly the finishing stroke!"

Discussion erupted in waves, and everyone turned to look in Yang Guo's direction.

Yang Guo remained calm, as if all of this had been exactly as he expected.

On stage, the curtain slowly opened.

A woman in a plain silk dress stepped out slowly. Her face was clear and elegant, her brows and eyes carrying a touch of coolness, yet without losing their warmth.

She was the courtesan Lin Wan'er.

Lin Wan'er walked to the front of the stage and gave a slight curtsey toward Yang Guo's side. In a soft voice she said, "This young master's lyric is deeply to my liking. Would you be willing to hear Wan'er sing a song?"

Yang Guo smiled. "Please."

Lin Wan'er nodded, turned, and walked to the qin. She lifted her slender hand and plucked the strings.

The qin's melody flowed gently, and her singing followed:

"One scene of the play, sleeves rise and fall

Singing sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, none of it concerns me..."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like an oriole leaving the valley, rendering Red Mourn into something hauntingly beautiful and moving.

When she sang "Though lowly in rank, I dare not forget my country's woes, even if no one knows me," the audience all burst into applause and praise.

"Good! Beautiful singing!"

"The lyric is excellent, and the performer does not forget the affairs of the nation either. Truly rare and admirable!"

Listening to the discussion around him, Yang Guo's lips curved slightly.

After finishing the song, Lin Wan'er smiled softly at him, then turned and withdrew behind the curtain.

Yang Guo was just about to stand and leave when suddenly--

"A fine example of being lowly in rank yet never forgetting one's country's woes."

An aged voice, though still powerful and resonant, came from behind him.

Yang Guo turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a green robe walking toward him, with a girl about his own age following beside him.

The old man had snowy hair and beard, a thin, clean-cut face, and bright, piercing eyes. Every gesture he made carried a worldly, otherworldly air.

Yang Guo recognized him at once.

Huang Yaoshi.

The Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi.

He chuckled inwardly, but his face remained calm. He cupped his hands and said, "Island Lord Huang flatters me. This junior was only scribbling casually. I do not deserve such praise from a senior."

Huang Yaoshi raised a brow, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. "You little brat have quite the sharp eye. You recognized this old man at a glance?"

Yang Guo smiled. "Senior, your bearing is extraordinary. This junior knew at a glance."

Huang Yaoshi studied him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What is your name?"

"This junior is Yang Guo, courtesy name Gai Zhi."

"Yang Guo?" Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly. "Who is your father?"

Yang Guo did not hide it. He answered frankly, "My father is Yang Kang."

As soon as those words were spoken, the surroundings erupted in an uproar.

"Yang Kang? That Yang Kang who recognized a bandit as his father?"

"This kid is actually Yang Kang's son?"

"Hmph, like father, like son. He probably isn't any good either!"

The discussion came in waves, most of it filled with contempt and disdain.

Huang Yaoshi, however, froze for a moment, then laughed. "You are quite candid."

Yang Guo said evenly, "My father is my father, and I am me. If senior looks down on me because of my father, I have nothing to say."

Huang Yaoshi burst out laughing. "Good! What a line: 'My father is my father, and I am me'! You little brat have some backbone, unlike your father!"

He stepped forward and patted Yang Guo on the shoulder. "I admire you!"

Yang Guo smiled and said nothing.

Just then, the madam suddenly leaned over and whispered in Yang Guo's ear, "Young Master Yang, Miss Lin Wan'er is asking for you."

Yang Guo glanced at her and said flatly, "Have her put on a phoenix coronet and ceremonial bridal robes, and wait for me in her chambers. Once I've finished what I'm doing, I'll go see her."

The madam froze, then broke into a broad smile. "Yes, yes, of course! This one will go tell Miss Wan'er at once!"

She hurried away, and Yang Guo turned back to look at Huang Yaoshi.

"Senior, and this young lady is...?"

Huang Yaoshi glanced at the girl beside him and sighed. "Her name is Cheng Ying. I rescued her from the fighting in the south and was planning to send her to Lu family estate."

Yang Guo looked at Cheng Ying.

She appeared to be around twenty, with delicate features and clear eyes, though there was a touch of worry between her brows.

"The south?" Yang Guo frowned slightly. "Senior, I fear the south is about to descend into great chaos again."

Huang Yaoshi asked, "What makes you say that?"

Yang Guo said solemnly, "Though the Jin have already been destroyed, if Song Renzong insists on moving to seize Kaifeng, the Mongols will certainly tear up the alliance and march south to invade Song territory. By then, Jiangnan may not be able to escape the flames of war either."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding scholars erupted into a commotion.

"Nonsense! Why would the Mongols tear up the alliance?"

"Exactly! What does this kid know?"

"The Jin have fallen, and Great Song should be resting and recovering. How could war break out again?"

The arguments rose and fell in waves, making Huang Yaoshi frown deeply.

"Enough. It's too noisy here. Let's change places and talk."

Yang Guo nodded and stood up, walking out first.

Huang Yaoshi took Cheng Ying with him, and the three of them left the Jiaofang Bureau together.

With Yang Guo leading the way, they soon arrived at Lu family estate.

Lu Zhanyuan happened to be in the estate. Seeing Yang Guo arrive with guests, he hurried out to greet them.

"Brother Yang! This one is...?"

Huang Yaoshi waved a hand. "I am Huang Yaoshi. I came today specifically to deliver Cheng Ying."

Lu Zhanyuan was astonished and immediately bowed deeply. "So it's Island Lord Huang! This junior is Lu Zhanyuan. Greetings, senior!"

Huang Yaoshi nodded, entrusted Cheng Ying to Lu Zhanyuan, and then said to Yang Guo, "You little brat are not bad, unlike your father. Would you be willing to take me as your master?"

Yang Guo smiled. "As for taking you as my master, let's forget it. If senior does not find it beneath him, this junior would be willing to become brothers with you. It's just that I have just sworn brotherhood with Brother Lu. I wonder if Island Lord Huang would mind?"

Huang Yaoshi froze, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha! You little brat may be disrespectful, but you suit my temperament! Good! Since you are unwilling to become my disciple, I will teach you a few foundational martial arts techniques instead. I can see you have no martial arts to rely on. In these chaotic times, brains alone won't keep you safe!"

Yang Guo was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands. "Many thanks, senior!"

Huang Yaoshi waved his hand and began teaching Yang Guo some basic martial arts mental methods.

Yang Guo had astonishing comprehension. In less than half an hour, he had learned them.

Huang Yaoshi nodded in approval, gave him a few more instructions, and then took his leave.

Yang Guo watched him depart, only then remembering the matter of Lin Wan'er.

He looked up at the sky. It was already dusk.

"Damn it, I kept her waiting for so long..."

He raced back to the Jiaofang Bureau and found the madam.

"Where is Lin Wan'er?"

The madam hurried up with a beaming smile. "Young Master Yang, you've finally come back!"

Yang Guo took out a two-thousand-tael silver note from his robe and handed it over. "Is this enough to redeem Lin Wan'er?"

The madam froze, then gave a bitter smile. "Young Master Yang, that won't be necessary. This one wouldn't dare take your money."

Yang Guo frowned. "What do you mean?"

The madam lowered her voice. "To be honest with you, after you left, a big-shot came and redeemed Lin Wan'er. He said that if Young Master Yang came back, we were to hand Miss Wan'er over to you."

Yang Guo asked, "Who was this big-shot?"

The madam answered, "It was Lord Jia Sidao."

Yang Guo understood at once.

Jia Sidao was certainly good at smoothing things over; his early arrangements after Yang Guo arrived in Jiaxing had not been wasted.

"Where is she?"

"In her chambers. This one will take you there."

The brothel madam led Yang Guo through layer after layer of corridors to a quiet little courtyard.

"This is the place, Master Yang. Please go in."

Yang Guo nodded and pushed the door open.

Inside, the candlelight swayed, carrying a faint trace of incense.

Lin Wan'er sat on a clean rug, dressed all in red, wearing phoenix coronet and bridal robes, like a bride waiting to be married.

Her head was lowered, hands folded on her knees, her posture dignified and gentle.

The moment Yang Guo looked at her, looking so pluckable, the heat surged instantly in his groin.

He closed the door and walked slowly up to her.

"Miss Lin."

Lin Wan'er raised her head. Her delicate face looked even more lovely in the candlelight.

"Master Yang," she said softly, with a hint of shyness in her eyes.

# Revised Full Novel Excerpt

The candle flames flickered, casting a roomful of red light.

Lin Wan'er knelt on the rug in phoenix coronet and bridal robes, her wedding dress blazing like fire. She gripped a round fan tightly in both hands, her knuckles faintly white from the force, while those almond eyes were lowered slightly, the corners tinged with a shy red.

"Master Yang," she said softly, her voice like jade and pearls striking a tray, crisp yet shy.

Yang Guo walked slowly up to her and let his gaze travel from the crown on her head - that gilded, kingfisher-inlaid headdress, with the phoenix beak holding strands of pearl tassels that hung to her chin and swayed gently with her breathing; then down to that standard Jiangnan oval face, her skin smooth as cream, carrying a faint blush of peach under the warm candlelight; and then to the blazing red bridal robe that made her look like flowing sunset clouds, gathering all her refinement and clear beauty as a noble lady into the splendor of those phoenix coronet and bridal robes.

"Miss Lin," Yang Guo said in a low voice, "from the looks of it, you are learned and refined, able to turn a phrase at will. You don't seem like an ordinary family girl."

Lin Wan'er lowered her lashes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes.

She bit her lower lip and said, her voice trembling slightly, "My father was once a first-rank court official... After offending Shi Miyuan, he was framed and had our whole household confiscated. I was sent to the Jiaofang Bureau."

By the end of it, her eyes were faintly red. "Wan'er has read and learned since childhood, and knows a little of the classics and history. I thought I would be trapped in the Jiaofang Bureau for the rest of my life, never expecting to meet Master Yang today."

Yang Guo raised a brow and crouched down in front of her, reaching out to lift a loose strand of hair by her temple and tuck it behind her ear.

His fingers brushed her earlobe and touched the long pearl tassel earring there, his thumb gently stroking the teardrop-shaped pearl pendant.

"Miss Lin, do you know why I had you change into this phoenix coronet and bridal robe?"

Lin Wan'er's cheeks instantly flushed red. Her rose-red lips pressed into a line, and she stammered without being able to answer.

She had been raised on poetry, books, rites, and music; this phoenix coronet and bridal robe should have been the wedding dress she wore on her wedding day, sacred and solemn. Yet now... now she had put it on in front of a man she had just met. How could she not understand the meaning of that?

"I like playing with brides in wedding dresses." Yang Guo said plainly, a trace of amusement in his voice. "Especially those noble ladies. Wearing phoenix coronets and bridal robes while I fuck them, watching them fall from the clouds and turn into my playthings - now that's a feeling, tsk tsk..."

Lin Wan'er shuddered all over. Those almond eyes went wide, filled with shock and humiliation.

She had never heard words so blunt and vulgar; every single one struck her heart like a whip, stripping away the dignity she had as a noble lady bit by bit.

"You... you..."

"What about me?" Yang Guo laughed, the smile carrying a hint of wickedness. "You don't want to?"

Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip, tears trembling in her eyes.

She thought of her present circumstances - her father wrongfully dispossessed, herself sent to the Jiaofang Bureau. Though they said she sold her art and not her body, she was still a lowborn thing in the end.

The man before her was the only one willing to give her a proper place.

"I... I will..." she lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

Yang Guo nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Then if you're willing to come back with me to Yang Family Manor, I'll give you a proper place. I can't marry you as my first wife, but I can put the whole household in your hands. From now on, you'll be one of my equal wives."

Lin Wan'er had not expected him to say that. Tears finally spilled over.

She raised her head, that delicate face covered in tears, yet her eyes held a trace of emotion. "Wan'er... Wan'er doesn't seek a title. As long as I can serve beside Master Yang, I would already be content beyond measure."

"Good girl." Yang Guo reached out and touched her face, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Such a sensible good girl."

He suddenly stood, moved briskly to undo his waistband, and lifted the black brocade robe to reveal the rigid cock inside.

Lin Wan'er jerked her head up and saw that thick shaft, veins bulging, frighteningly massive, its purplish-red head glistening obscenely in the candlelight, clear moisture oozing from the slit, carrying a masculine musk.

"Come on, open your mouth," Yang Guo said with a smile, stepping up to her. His cock was almost touching her lips. "A reward for you."

Lin Wan'er froze. Her pink lips parted slightly, shock and shame flooding her eyes. She had been raised on poetry, books, rites, and music; when had she ever seen such filthy things? Much less... had one in her mouth.

"M-Master Yang... this... this isn't proper..."

"Not proper?" Yang Guo laughed, a touch of mockery in it. "What are you now? A Jiaofang Bureau low-life, redeemed with my money. Everything you have now is mine, even your body. Asking you to open your mouth and take my cock - what's improper about that?"

Lin Wan'er went paper-white at his words, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Yes, what was she now?

A Jiaofang Bureau lowlife, a lowly body, a plaything for anyone who wanted her.

What right did she have to talk about propriety?

"I... I..." She choked, unable to get the words out.

"You don't want to?" Yang Guo narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold. "Then go back to the Jiaofang Bureau and keep receiving clients. I hear Lord Jia is very interested in you. Another day I'll send you to Lord Jia, let his rough guards take turns fucking you. That would be good too."

Lin Wan'er shivered all over, those almond eyes filled with terror. She had been in the Jiaofang Bureau, but she had always sold her art and not her body. If she were really sent off to be gang-fucked... she'd rather die.

"No... don't..." She shook her head in panic, tears spilling harder. "Wan'er is willing... Wan'er is willing..."

She slowly opened her mouth, her rose-red lips parting to reveal a pink tongue and white teeth. Closing her eyes, as if accepting her fate, she took the hot cock into her mouth.

"Mmh—"

Yang Guo thrust forward hard, driving the cock straight into her warm, wet mouth, the head pressing against her throat.

"Mmh-uhh—!"

Lin Wan'er stared wide-eyed, choking from the sudden invasion until tears sprang out.

She tried to pull back, but Yang Guo grabbed her bun in one hand, and the gilded kingfisher-inlaid phoenix coronet was tugged crooked. The pearl tassels shook violently, slapping against her face and stinging.

"Wan'er, your mouth feels so good," Yang Guo said, pressing down on her head as his hips began to move slowly, the shaft sliding in and out of her mouth with wet, smacking sounds. "So soft and hot, even better than those whores in the brothels who train for it."

Lin Wan'er was fucked so hard she couldn't speak, only shaking her head with little whimpers as tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the red bridal robe.

"Mmh-uh... mmh..."

"Have you ever taken another man's cock before?" Yang Guo asked as he fucked her mouth. "Say it. Have you or not?"

Lin Wan'er shook her head desperately and whimpered, "No... mmh... no... Master Yang is the first... Wan'er sells art, not her body..."

"Sell art, not body?" Yang Guo gave a low laugh, his tone mocking. "Perfect. I'm the first man to break you in. From now on, only I can fuck this body of yours."

He sped up, the cock grinding through the soft wetness of her mouth, each thrust driving to the back of her throat, the head rubbing over her tongue and brushing her sensitive palate.

"Mm - use your tongue... lick the head..." Yang Guo panted low. "Don't just keep it in your mouth, lick it for me."

Lin Wan'er, tears in her eyes, obediently stretched out her tongue. The tip of it licked over the purplish-red head, licking away the moisture seeping from the slit.

That salty, fishy taste filled her mouth, yet she did not dare stop. She could only work hard with her tongue to service him.

"That's it... good girl..." Yang Guo praised. "A little deeper... swallow it..."

He thrust hard, the cock shoving straight into the back of her throat.

"Ugh—!"

Lin Wan'er gagged, tears streaming uncontrollably, but she did not dare struggle. She could only endure the discomfort in her throat and let him ravage her mouth as he pleased.

She felt like a doll, a doll at the mercy of another's hands, stripped even of the most basic dignity.

Yang Guo was thrilled beyond words. Watching her with tears in her eyes taking his cock - that phoenix coronet and bridal robe shimmering with noble silver light in the candlelight, the pearl tassels atop her head shaking with his movements, her delicate face streaked with tears, those almond eyes full of shame and pain - she was beautiful beyond anything else.

Was this what a noble lady looked like? Wearing phoenix coronet and bridal robes, kneeling on the floor to suck me off? A rush of conquest rose in Yang Guo's heart, stronger than mere physical stimulation.

"I'm about to cum..." Yang Guo growled, pressing down on the back of her head and pinning his cock against her throat. "Swallow it... swallow it all..."

The words had barely left his mouth before scorching semen burst from the head and poured straight into the depths of her throat.

"Mmmph mmmph mmmph—!"

Lin Wan'er went wide-eyed, tears pouring as the hot flow slammed through her, and she could only swallow it down against her will.

Semen slid down her throat into her belly, while more overflowed from the corner of her lips and dripped along her chin, soaking the red bridal robe and staining the skirt as well.

Yang Guo pulled his cock free. The last few drops of semen splattered onto her face and landed on her delicate makeup, defiling that clear, lovely countenance. The white filth on her noble lady's face looked especially obscene.

"Fuck, wearing wedding clothes while doing it is so damn hot," Yang Guo said, taking a deep breath and looking at her wrecked, mouthful-of-semen appearance with satisfaction. "Especially a noble lady in phoenix coronet and bridal robes, kneeling on the floor to suck me off and take a mouthful. Tsk tsk... what do you say, Miss Lin?"

Lin Wan'er knelt on the floor, her mouth full of his filth, white threads still hanging at her lips.

Her head was lowered. Tears and semen mingled and dripped from her chin onto the phoenix coronet and bridal robe, turning the originally festive red into something filthy and stained.

She felt like a flower trampled underfoot. The sanctity and solemnity of those phoenix coronet and bridal robes were gone without a trace.

Yet Yang Guo gave her no chance to catch her breath. He stepped forward and directly shoved her onto the rug.

"M-Master Yang..." Lin Wan'er cried out, her back hitting the soft rug as the pearl tassels fell loose from her head and spread beside her in a sheet of silver light.

The phoenix coronet tilted, her hair fell loose, and terror covered that delicate face.

Yang Guo looked down at her. Those almond eyes were filled with shame and fear, the corners still red, her lips glossy with semen.

She looked unbearably tempting - her phoenix coronet and bridal robes stained, her noble lady's face covered in filth, and still she had to endure what he would do next.

"Don't be afraid, Wan'er." Yang Guo bent down and whispered in her ear. "Big Brother Yang loves you."

The words had barely left his mouth before he reached out and tore open the front of her bridal robe.

"Riiip—"

That cross-collared wedding gown with wide sleeves was brutally torn open, revealing the moon-white undergarment beneath. Yang Guo showed her no mercy, pulling the inner robe apart and bringing out that pair of snow-white breasts.

"Ah—!" Lin Wan'er cried out, her hands instinctively trying to cover herself, only to be pinned down by Yang Guo at once.

"Don't cover up," Yang Guo said, lowering his head and lingering over those breasts. "Let me see... what do a noble lady's tits look like..."

He reached out and pinched one of those pink nipples, grinding his fingers down hard.

"Mm..." Lin Wan'er trembled all over from his squeeze. The sensitive nipple hardened in his hand, and as his fingertips ground over it, a tingling numbness spread from her chest through her whole body.

Her breasts were not large, but they were perfectly shaped, the white flesh gleaming delicately in the candlelight. The areolas were a faint pink, the nipples standing hard and trembling in the air.

Those breasts matched her delicate face, carrying the reserve and nobility unique to a noble lady, yet at this moment they were being roughly played with by a man.

"So soft..." Yang Guo praised. "Softer than I expected..."

He lowered his head, took her nipple into his mouth, and licked the pink little bud with his tongue. His teeth gave it a light nip, sending a rush of pain and pleasure through her.

"Mm... ah..." Lin Wan'er trembled all over from the licking, unable to stop a moan from escaping, yet too ashamed to cover her mouth.

"Scream it out," Yang Guo said, lifting his head, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I like hearing noble ladies moan."

He toyed with her breasts for a while, then straightened and gathered up the layers of her skirt, lifting the vermilion lower robe all the way up and bunching it at her waist.

"Ah... no..." Lin Wan'er flushed with shame and wanted to clamp her legs together, but Yang Guo forced them apart.

She had only a thin pair of panties on below, soaked through with semen and clinging tightly to her private parts, outlining the hidden shape there. Yang Guo reached out and tore those panties to shreds.

"Riiip—"

"Mmm..." Lin Wan'er sobbed as her legs were forced wide open, exposing that hidden pussy to the candlelight without the slightest cover.

No one had touched that place before. It was tightly shut, showing only a narrow pink seam of flesh, with a little clear fluid on it and a few drops of semen landing there.

"Getting wet?" Yang Guo asked, running his hand over that moist seam. His fingers came away slick with glistening wetness. "You say no, but your body is very honest. Even when it gets wanton, it still does it so primly."

"No, it isn't... mmph..." Lin Wan'er was humiliated to the point of wanting to die, yet powerless to resist. She could only let his fingers roam over her most private place.

Yang Guo used his fingers to part that tightly sealed flesh, revealing the pink opening inside.

That opening was tiny, sealed shut, showing only a little entrance.

He pressed gently with his fingertip, feeling the warmth and tightness there.

"Wan'er, are you a virgin?" he asked, his voice rough.

Lin Wan'er blushed and nodded, shame flooding her almond eyes. "Mm..."

"Good," Yang Guo said with a smile. "Then let Big Brother Yang take your virginity. I'll turn this noble lady's body into my personal plaything."

He withdrew his finger, braced his cock again, and pressed against that tiny opening. The head was huge, several times larger than her entrance, and forced its way into that tight opening.

"Ah—!" Lin Wan'er cried out in pain as that massive cock forcibly pried open the passage that had never been explored before. Agony spread from her lower body, and tears burst from her eyes.

"It hurts... it hurts so much... Master Yang... don't..."

"Bear with it," Yang Guo said, holding her shoulders so she couldn't struggle. "It hurts the first time. Besides, you're so tight that it's hard even getting inside."

He pushed forward slowly at the waist, the cock inch by inch squeezing into that narrow passage, the head grinding over layer after layer of tender flesh as it forcibly opened a channel that had never been touched.

That tender flesh clung tightly to his cock, as if it wanted to push him out, yet had no strength to resist.

"Ah—!" Lin Wan'er trembled all over in pain, clutching the rug so hard her nails dug in. Tears kept falling, soaking the tassels by the pillow.

She felt as if she were being torn apart, that cock forcing its way into her body and violently prying open the most private part of her.

Yang Guo looked down at her pained yet enduring expression, and the excitement in his heart only grew stronger.

He bent over and kissed her tear-streaked face, licking the tears from the corners of her eyes with his tongue, then took her lips and exchanged a kiss with her.

"Wan'er..." he panted, "you're mine now... from this day on, this noble lady's body is my exclusive plaything, Yang Guo's..."

The words had barely left his mouth before he suddenly drove hard, the cock piercing through that thin membrane and plunging straight into the deepest part of her, to the opening of her womb.

"Aaahhh—!!!"

Lin Wan'er let out a miserable scream, her whole body arching as a tearing pain shot through her lower body. Blood flowed from the ruptured hymen, staining the cock inside her and staining the bright red wedding dress as well.

"You're broken in now..." Yang Guo felt the membrane tear at that instant, and a rush of conquest rose in his heart. "From now on, you're my woman..."

He paused for a moment to let her adjust to the feeling of the foreign intrusion, then slowly began to thrust.

The cock went in and out of her narrow passage, grinding over every inch of tender flesh inside, each thrust making a wet smacking sound.

"Mmh... mmph..." Lin Wan'er was in too much pain to speak, able only to let out broken whimpers, tears and semen mingling and smearing her face.

Yang Guo's pace shifted from slow to frantic, the cock going in and out of her narrow passage, slamming against her womb opening every time.

That passage clung tightly to his cock, as if it wanted to swallow him whole, yet had no strength to endure his roughness.

"Wan'er... so tight..." Yang Guo growled, "tighter than I imagined... this noble lady's body really is top grade..."

He held her waist and began pounding like mad, the cock grinding over every inch of tender flesh inside her passage. That tender flesh was fucked red by him, producing more arousal that slicked over the shaft invading it.

"Mm-mm... ah... mmph..." Lin Wan'er gradually began to feel something strange after the initial pain.

As that cock rubbed inside her, wave after wave of tingling numbness rose up, and she could not help beginning to moan.

"Ah... ah... Master Yang... there... mmph..."

Yang Guo knew he had found her sensitive spot, so he deliberately slammed into that place, the head repeatedly grinding over the raised tender flesh there.

"Here?" he chuckled low. "Wan'er, you're biting me so tightly inside... this noble lady's body is no less slutty when it gets horny than those brothel girls."

"Mmph mmph... don't say that... mmph... so embarrassing..." Lin Wan'er went red all over from his words, yet she could not stop her body's response, and her passage began secreting even more arousal to coat the cock invading her.

Yang Guo went faster and faster. As the cock went in and out, it made wet, smacking sounds - the sound of her wetness and his semen mixing together, lewd beyond measure.

He looked down at the cock buried in her body, the pink opening stretched round and tight around him. Every time he pulled out it brought out threads of clear arousal, and every time he pushed in it made the tender flesh deform under the impact.

"Wan'er, spread your legs," he ordered. "Let me see what your noble lady's slutty cunt looks like."

Lin Wan'er shyly spread her legs and exposed that private place to him without reservation. She felt like a toy, a plaything at someone else's mercy, stripped even of the most basic sense of shame.

Yang Guo lowered his head and looked at the cock driving into her body. The pink opening had been stretched round, clinging tightly around his shaft, the tender flesh rubbed raw and red from his fucking, slick with clear wetness and streaked with bright blood, soaking the red bridal gown.

"So beautiful..." he praised. "Wan'er, your noblewoman's cunt is beautiful... fucked this slutty by my cock..."

Lin Wan'er burned with shame under his gaze, yet she could not refuse him. She could only endure each thrust as it came harder than the last.

Her clear, delicate face was covered in tear tracks. Her almond eyes shone with humiliation and pain, yet beneath that was a hint of desire she could not quite hide.

"Ah... ah... Young Master Yang... slower... wuu... so deep..."

"Deep?" Yang Guo gave a low laugh. "Then I'll go deeper. Let your noblewoman's body taste what it means to be fucked by a man."

He drove in hard, the shaft pushing straight into her womb entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the deepest point.

"Ahhh!" Lin Wan'er screamed, her whole body trembling. A fierce rush of pleasure surged through her lower body and nearly made her pass out.

She had never felt anything like it. The sensation spread like electricity from her loins through her entire body, leaving her soft and weak all over.

Yang Guo felt her passage clench violently. Knowing she was climaxing, he drove into her even harder, the cock rampaging inside her, grinding over every inch of tender flesh in her channel.

"Wan'er, I'm about to cum too..." he growled. "I'm cumming inside you... I'll make sure your noblewoman's belly takes my seed..."

"No, don't... wuu... you'll get me pregnant..."

"Then you'll get pregnant." Yang Guo pressed down on her waist and slammed in one last time, the cock plunging straight to the deepest part of her womb. "Give me a child..."

The words had barely fallen when scalding semen burst from the head of his cock and shot deep into her womb, wave after wave of heat washing over her inner walls and making her tremble all over.

"Wuuuu!" Lin Wan'er was driven into another climax by that hot surge. Her passage clenched hard, sucking desperately on his shaft and drawing every drop of semen into her body.

She felt like a vessel, nothing more than a vessel for a man's seed, stripped even of the most basic dignity.

After he finished, Yang Guo still did not pull out. He remained buried inside her, feeling the tight channel wrapped around his cock.

"Wan'er..." He bent down and whispered in her ear, "We're not done yet... tonight I'm going to fuck you all night... I'll turn your noblewoman's body completely into my personal plaything..."

"W-What?" Lin Wan'er stared at him in panic, her almond eyes wide with fear. "You... you still want..."

"Of course." Yang Guo smiled, the grin carrying a wicked edge. "The night is still young."

He pulled his shaft out of her body, turned her over, and made her lie face down on the floor, her butt lifted high.

The red bridal gown was bunched around her waist, revealing her pale, snow-white ass and the opening of her cunt, soaked through with semen and wetness.

"Young... Young Master Yang... what are you doing..."

"Changing positions." Yang Guo held his cock and pressed it against the opening soaked with semen and wetness, then slowly pushed in again. "Let me fuck your noblewoman's slutty cunt from behind..."

"Mm-mmn!"

The new position made Lin Wan'er tremble all over. From this angle, the shaft seemed to sink even deeper, the head grinding over another sensitive patch of flesh inside her channel.

"Ah... ah... there... wuu... don't... it feels so sore..."

Yang Guo gripped her hips and began to pound mercilessly. Entering from behind, he slammed hard against her womb entrance with every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping flesh ringing out sharply.

He watched her pale buttocks sway with each movement. The opening clung tightly to his shaft, stretched round, the tender flesh rubbed red from his fucking, slick wetness spilling out in streams.

"Wan'er, you're so tight here..." he breathed. "Even tighter than before... your noblewoman's body really is top quality..."

"Wuu... because... because it's so deep..." Lin Wan'er cried tears from being fucked, yet she could not stop her body's reaction. Her hips began to meet his thrusts on their own.

Seeing that, Yang Guo only quickened his pace. With one hand he kneaded her pair of pale breasts, with the other he pinned her waist, the shaft pumping wildly inside her.

He looked down at the red bridal gown bunched around her waist, at her pale buttocks turning red from his pounding, at the opening clinging tightly to his shaft and oozing wetness.

"Wan'er, say my name..." he ordered. "Call me Brother Yang... let me hear the sound of your crying as you come..."

"B-Brother Yang... wuu... Brother Yang..." Lin Wan'er called out between sobs, her voice broken and quavering. "So deep... so sore... Brother Yang... you're fucking me to death... wuu..."

"Fuck you to death?" Yang Guo gave a low laugh. "Then I'll fuck you to death... I'll bury your noblewoman's body beneath my cock..."

He drove harder, thrusting madly inside her, each stroke splitting through her passage as the head ground over every sensitive spot.

He watched the red bridal gown ruined and stained, the clear face covered in tear tracks, the almond eyes filled with shame and desire, her whole body looking like a flower trampled underfoot.

"Ahhh!" Lin Wan'er screamed, another fierce wave of pleasure crashing through her lower body and sending her into spasms, her passage clenching violently as she climaxed again.

Yang Guo felt her channel sucking tightly on his cock, so good it almost made him cum too, but he held it back and kept pounding away.

"Again..." he growled. "Come again... let this son of a commoner fuck your noblewoman's body properly..."

"No... no more... wuu... I can't take it..." Lin Wan'er cried out, but she could not stop his motions and could only endure thrust after thrust, each one harder than the last.

Yang Guo kept at it for a full half hour, changing positions over and over again. From behind, then with her lying on her side, then with her straddling him, the shaft driving into her body again and again, grinding over her most sensitive points each time.

He watched the red bridal gown torn to shreds, her snow-white skin covered in his marks, her delicate face smeared with tears and semen, the almond eyes full of shame and desire, her whole body like a flower that had been completely trampled.

At last, Yang Guo had her lie back over him and entered from behind, one hand massaging her breasts, the other pressing down on her hips, the shaft violently thrusting deep into her womb.

"Wan'er, one last time..." he growled. After several fierce pumps, he slammed in to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing right against the womb entrance. "I'm cumming... fill your noblewoman's belly with my seed..."

Another scalding rush of semen washed over her inner walls, shooting straight into the depths of her womb, the waves of heat making her tremble all over.

"Ahhh!" Lin Wan'er convulsed again under that hot flood. Her passage clenched tightly on the shaft, sucking every drop of semen into her body.

She felt like a vessel, nothing more than a vessel for a man's seed, stripped even of the most basic dignity.

After he finished, Yang Guo finally pulled out and looked at the opening slowly closing, a mixture of semen and wetness trickling out to stain the red bridal gown.

Lin Wan'er collapsed limp onto the carpet, drained of every last bit of strength. Her phoenix coronet and wedding robes had been torn to tatters, her body slick with semen and sweat, her clear face still wet with tears, her eyes dazed and unfocused.

She felt like a toy that had been broken after too much use, a plaything at anyone's mercy, stripped even of the most basic dignity.

Yang Guo looked at her ravaged state and smiled in satisfaction.

"Wan'er, from now on you're my woman." He bent down and kissed her lips. "Remember, I've put my seed inside you now."

Lin Wan'er nodded faintly through her tears. She knew she had no way back. From this day on, she was his woman, his plaything, an object for him to ravage as he pleased.

"Wan'er... I remember..."