Chapter 10: The Rui Kingdom Princess's Humiliating Titfuck [Images]

The candles burned out. Dawn was just beginning to show.

Yang Guo rose from Lin Wan'er’s body. The bright red wedding robe had been kneaded and crushed beyond recognition, a total mess. He casually pulled the brocade quilt over her bare body, and his movements were unexpectedly gentle.

"Wan'er," he called softly.

Lin Wan'er's lashes trembled. She slowly opened her eyes.

There was still fear and exhaustion left over from the night before in those almond-shaped eyes. The corners were red and swollen, and her lips had been bitten raw.

She shifted, and the soreness and ache between her legs made her let out a faint moan.

"Young Master..." Her voice was hoarse, tinged with timidity.

Yang Guo reached out, his fingertips brushing away the dried tear tracks on her cheek, then gently touching the wound on her lips. His touch was light and slow, utterly unlike the brutality of the night before.

"I was too rough last night," he said in a low voice. "But men are supposed to be a little crude with their own women. It’s to grind down that stubborn pride. If you start off too eager to please, women will climb all over you and never take men seriously."

Lin Wan'er froze. She had not expected him to say something like that.

She thought of everything he had done the night before: forcing her into the phoenix coronet and bridal dress, making her kneel and suck him off, tearing apart her wedding robe to take her virginity, then fucking her in all sorts of positions with ruthless force... every single thing had been humiliation.

And yet now he was covering her with a blanket so gently, speaking to her like this, leaving her heart in complete disarray.

"Wan'er understands," she said softly, lowering her lashes. "From now on... Wan'er will listen to Young Master's words."

"Mm." Yang Guo nodded. "Get up and wash up. I'll take you to see Yang Manor."

Lin Wan'er blinked. "Yang Manor?"

"Your new home." Yang Guo smiled and stood up, throwing on an outer robe. "From now on, it will be your home."

Warmth flooded Lin Wan'er's chest, and tears nearly spilled from her eyes again. She forced herself up through the soreness, picked up the torn and ruined wedding robe from the floor, but had no idea what to do with it.

"No need to wear that anymore," Yang Guo said after one glance. "Have a maid bring you a new set of clothes."

Not long after, a maid came in carrying a brand-new set of clothes and skirt.

It was a light green crossed-collar ruqun, made of thin, soft fabric, embroidered with a faint bamboo-leaf pattern. Fresh and elegant.

After Lin Wan'er changed into it and redid her hair, her face still held a little fatigue, but she had recovered some of the bearing of a young lady from a noble family.

Yang Guo looked at her and nodded. "Let's go."

He took her hand and led her out of the courtyard.

Following behind him, Lin Wan'er entered Yang Manor and was so stunned by the scene before her that she could not speak.

A grand mountain gate, a vast training ground, a reception hall rising high into the clouds, and the ground paved with clean, tidy blue stone slabs.

At the far end of the plaza stood row after row of neat detached courtyards, white walls and black tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, each one its own self-contained residence, its gates shut tight, with little bridges and flowing water just outside.

She roughly counted them, and within her line of sight alone there were at least several thousand of them!

"Is this really Yang Manor?" she could not help asking.

"Mm." Yang Guo did not look back. "These are detached courtyards for the Yang collateral branches, and for future guests and disciples. Each courtyard has its own small yard, kitchen, and well. Everything for daily life is included."

Lin Wan'er's throat felt dry. Several thousand detached courtyards! What kind of concept was that? Just this front area alone was probably bigger than all of Lin'an City!

Yang Guo saw her confusion and explained that Yang Manor's front courtyard was called Sword Dance Plaza. It covered 2,000 by 4,000 meters, or 8 million square meters.

Aside from the training grounds and the reception hall, each little courtyard occupied nearly a thousand square meters. In my previous life, that would have counted as a luxury villa.

Yang Guo led her across the plaza and continued forward along a blue-stone path.

On both sides of the path were dense bamboo groves. The wind moved through them, making the leaves rustle. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo and cast dappled shadows on the ground.

When they passed out of the bamboo grove, the view suddenly opened up before them: a vast sea of flowers, blossoms of every color vying with one another, butterflies dancing among them, the fragrance thick in the air.

Farther ahead was a wetland, lush with water plants and inhabited by water birds, a scene full of wild natural charm.

"This is the central district. Only the Yang family can enter here. Later I'll set up a barrier to keep outsiders out," Yang Guo introduced. "The bamboo grove, the sea of flowers, the wetlands, all of these are important ecosystems. The air here is fresh and the spiritual energy abundant. It's the best place for cultivation."

Lin Wan'er listened in complete confusion. She did not understand what this "spiritual energy" was, but the scene before her had already left her speechless with shock. What kind of manor was this? It was practically a fairyland on earth!

After they passed through the central district, the sight before her robbed Lin Wan'er of her ability to speak entirely.

In the distance, three magnificent palaces rose from the ground, towering into the clouds so high that she could barely see the tops!

Each palace stretched for several kilometers, built entirely of white jade and blue stone, glowing with a sacred sheen beneath the sunlight.

Flying eaves, bracket sets, carved beams, and painted rafters made the palaces majestic and resplendent, as if they were the heavenly halls from legend!

"Th... this is..." Lin Wan'er’s legs went weak, and she nearly dropped to her knees.

"This is the inner courtyard," Yang Guo said, pointing to the first nameless palace. "This first palace is for you and the sisters who’ll come later. You can choose any floor to live on first."

"A... a floor?" Lin Wan'er's eyes widened, her voice trembling. "You mean... the whole floor is for me?"

She looked up at the palace. Even one floor was several zhang high, and there had to be at least several thousand rooms. How could a single woman ever use that much space?

"Since you'll be one of the female household heads of Yang Manor in the future, you'll be managing a team of maids," Yang Guo said blandly. "You can keep your confidants by your side. I don't care how you handle it. There's only one rule: don't go around committing evil or making trouble for me everywhere. But nobody from Yang Manor is allowed to be bullied by outsiders either."

Lin Wan'er felt her heart pounding.

One of the female household heads!

Manage a team of maids!

She was just the daughter of a disgraced official, a lowly courtesan from the Jiaofang Bureau, and now not only had she been given status, she was even allowed to manage such a vast estate!

This was something she would never even dare dream of!

"Wan'er... Wan'er will never fail Young Master's trust!" Her excitement made tears nearly spill from her eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy.

Yang Guo smiled, then pointed at the two palaces behind it. "The one in back is Dragon Lady Palace. It's for my future principal wife, Little Dragon Girl. The one behind that is Nianci Palace, my mother's residence."

Lin Wan'er’s heart tightened.

Dragon Lady Palace... principal wife Little Dragon Girl... She did not know who this Little Dragon Girl was, but hearing that Yang Guo had built a palace especially for her and even named it after the Dragon Lady, she immediately understood that this woman held extraordinary weight in Yang Guo's heart.

A trace of envy rose in her, along with a faint, sour ache.

But then she thought about it again. Having a floor inside this grand palace was already an enormous blessing. She knew the size of just that one floor was comparable to the entire imperial palace. What more could she possibly be dissatisfied with?

"Wan'er understands," she said, lowering her head. "Wan'er will keep to her duties and would never dare overstep."

Yang Guo glanced at her, seemingly satisfied with her reaction. He nodded and said, "Go back and rest first. I still have matters to attend to in the front courtyard."

"Yes, Young Master."

Lin Wan'er curtseyed and watched Yang Guo go.

Then she turned to look at that first grand palace, her eyes flashing with complicated emotion: joy, anticipation, and a faint unease.

She knew that from this day on, her life would be tightly bound to this enormous Yang Manor.

After leaving the inner courtyard, Yang Guo came to the mountain gate at the front.

He stood before the gate and looked down at the hundreds of stone steps stretching straight upward to the entrance.

Above the gate was a huge plaque, still untitled, only the polished stone surface visible.

He lifted his gaze toward the distant rolling mountains, his chest swelling with boundless ambition.

"This is the prototype of a future cultivation sect..." he murmured. "Everything is developing according to plan."

With a thought, he tried to summon the system.

"System."

Yet his mind remained silent, with no response at all.

He frowned and tried again. "System, are you there?"

After a moment, a cold mechanical voice finally rang out in his mind, but it was not the one he was familiar with:

"This system is currently seizing fortune in another plane. Please wait, host."

Yang Guo froze. Another plane? Seizing fortune?

He subconsciously looked down into his arms. There, a white furball should have been sleeping peacefully—the system’s humanoid form, the Bai Ze little dumpling. But now his arms were empty, and the little Bai Ze had vanished at some unknown point.

His heart sank, but he quickly calmed himself.

Since the system said it was "seizing fortune," it must be out carrying out some important mission.

The Bai Ze little dumpling being in a deep sleep was probably related to that too.

What he needed to do now was develop his own power step by step and wait quietly for the system to return.

He turned and walked back down the steps.

Just as he reached the center of the training ground, he suddenly heard a sharp whooshing sound behind him!

"Swoosh--!"

Yang Guo reacted instantly, flashing aside while drawing his sword in one motion!

"Clang--!"

Sparks flew!

He turned back and saw a black-clad, masked figure charging down from midair with a longsword in hand! The black-clad figure was agile and the swordsmanship was fierce, every move aimed straight at a vital point. Clearly, this was an expert!

Since following Huang Yaoshi to learn martial arts, Yang Guo had only learned some basic fundamentals, but thanks to his extraordinary comprehension and the system’s assistance, his martial arts had already taken shape.

Facing this sudden attack now, he did not fall behind in the slightest. His sword light flowed like water as he blocked, counterattacked, and shifted position in one seamless motion.

The two of them fought for several dozen exchanges, sword light crossing and sparks scattering everywhere.

The more Yang Guo fought, the more shocked he became. The masked person's style was actually somewhat similar to the martial arts Huang Yaoshi had taught him! The martial arts of Peach Blossom Island emphasized lightness, grace, and strange, changeable techniques, and this masked person's swordplay was exactly like that!

"Could this person also be a descendant of Peach Blossom Island?" he thought to himself.

Clearly, the other side had the same thought.

The masked figure thrust again, and Yang Guo slipped aside, the sword tip slicing past the edge of his robe.

The masked figure leaped back to open the distance and said, "Why does your martial arts also follow Peach Blossom Island's style? What exactly is your background?"

The voice was cool and crisp. It was a woman!

Yang Guo's heart moved. He angled his sword toward the ground, a sly smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "You break into my home and then ask who I am? But I can see it too. Your martial arts also follow Peach Blossom Island's style."

The woman fell silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed. "My name is Zhao Ruan. I am the daughter of Song Lizong. My master is Feng Mofeng, but he refuses to acknowledge me as his disciple and has always called me his big brother."

Yang Guo's mind raced. Zhao Ruan... Song Lizong's daughter... Feng Mofeng's disciple... Feng Mofeng was Huang Yaoshi's student, which made Zhao Ruan his senior sister by seniority!

He sheathed his sword and smiled. "So it's Your Highness the princess. Then we're from the same school. My name is Yang Guo. Island Master Huang taught me a few moves, but he never took me as his disciple. I wonder why Your Highness has come to find me?"

Zhao Ruan pulled off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a face of extraordinary beauty.

She had a standard oval face, a soft, smooth jawline, and skin like cream, so fair and delicate it was almost translucent.

Her almond-shaped eyes were perfectly formed, the corners lifting slightly, the pupils a deep ink-black like a still pool, clear yet carrying a frosty beauty and isolation that could not be dissolved.

Her brows were drawn in a light wash of ink, slender and straight with a gentle rise, tapering to a neat point at the ends, the lines clean and sharp.

Her nose bridge was small and straight, her lips full and refined, with a distinct cupid's bow and rounded lip bead, their color a muted matte bean-paste shade, elegant and restrained.

She wore a fitted black outfit that traced the contours of her delicate, well-proportioned figure, with a wide sash cinched around her waist, making her midsection look even narrower.

Her long black hair was styled into a high, ring-shaped cloud bun. At the center of the bun sat a silver openwork thorn crown, with silver leaves and scattered rhinestones set among its branches, fine silver-chain tassels hanging from the ends, each chain strung with rice-grain pearls and finished with teardrop-shaped silver pendants.

On her earlobes hung a pair of long silver thorn earrings that fell to her jawline, making her neck look even slimmer and longer.

She carried an air of cold, solitary aloofness, like a blossom on a high peak, beautiful from afar and not to be touched.

But the very first thought Yang Guo had when he looked at her was this:

That outfit looks incredibly cool.

If I could pin her down and play with her under me, how wonderful that would be.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze roaming shamelessly over her, from her exquisite brows and eyes, to her long neck, to the curves wrapped by the tight black outfit, and finally resting on her tightly pressed lips.

Zhao Ruan clearly had no idea what filthy thoughts he was having. She only frowned and said, "If we go by age, I’m older than you. Since we’ve made things clear, you can call me Senior Sister from now on. No need to address me as Your Highness."

Having said that, she did not wait for Yang Guo's reply and strode familiarly toward the reception hall. Her steps were steady, her back straight, her whole body carrying the pride and reserve of a princess.

Yang Guo watched her back from behind and let out a soft laugh.

Interesting.

This senior sister seemed to be a cold, stunning flower on a high peak.

He followed after her.

Inside the hall, after Zhao Ruan took her seat, Lin Wan'er quickly came in with her maid team to serve tea and pastries.

She moved with practiced ease, arranging everything in perfect order. The maids were well trained, and the tea service, dishes, and water refills were all handled without the slightest chaos.

Yang Guo looked at Lin Wan'er beside him and nodded in satisfaction. She was excellent. In just a few hours, she had already managed the newly recruited maid team with complete order. As expected of the woman he had chosen.

Zhao Ruan lifted her teacup and took a small sip. "My father, Song Lizong, heard about the strange phenomenon that happened at your home in Niujia Village and sent me to investigate. I’ve been tracking your whereabouts the whole way, so I already knew your name was Yang Guo. I also know your father was a remnant of the Jin Kingdom."

Yang Guo’s face darkened. "Who did you say was a remnant?"

Realizing her slip, Zhao Ruan quickly corrected herself. "That’s not what I meant. What I mean is that I heard your analysis in the Jiaofang Bureau, where you said the Mongols would tear up the alliance treaty. Your insight is indeed beyond ordinary people. You must have inherited your father’s intelligence. Since your father knew how to read the situation, you certainly can’t be stupid either. Since you have this talent, and since we’re senior brother and senior sister from the same school, would you be willing to come work for my father?"

Although her tone had already softened, she still could not fully hide her princess-like pride. Those almond eyes lifted faintly, carrying a trace of appraisal, as if she were saying: this is your honor.

Yang Guo let out a cold laugh.

Before he could even speak, Zhao Ruan suddenly swayed. The teacup in her hand clattered to the floor, tea splashing everywhere. Her whole body went limp and collapsed face-down on the table without moving.

A flash of satisfaction crossed Yang Guo’s eyes. He looked at Lin Wan'er and nodded. "Well done, Wan'er. You understood what I meant."

Lin Wan'er stepped forward and said in a low voice, "I saw that she was already hostile toward Young Master the moment she arrived, so I prepared a dose of drugged incense long ago. I didn't expect her to be Young Master's senior sister."

"No matter." Yang Guo walked over to Zhao Ruan and looked down at her sleeping face.

Her lashes were long, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. Her lips were pressed into a line, carrying an unyielding coolness.

Even asleep, that solitary, aloof aura still lingered between her brows.

"Take her to Sword Dance Plaza and assign her a room," Yang Guo ordered.

Lin Wan'er blinked. "Shouldn't we take her to one of the palaces in the inner courtyard?"

Yang Guo shook his head. "Wan'er, remember this. The palace district in the inner courtyard is where the Yang family lives. In the future I'll also set up a maze formation there so outsiders can't enter. The several thousand detached courtyards at Sword Dance Plaza in the front courtyard are for guests and future disciples."

Lin Wan'er’s heart tightened, and she hurriedly nodded. "Wan'er understands."

She waved over two maids, had them support Zhao Ruan upright, and led them toward Sword Dance Plaza.

Yang Guo stood where he was, watching them leave, already turning over the next steps in his mind.

Zhao Ruan... Song Lizong's daughter... Feng Mofeng's disciple... Peach Blossom Island's martial arts...

This board was getting more and more interesting.

Zhao Ruan did not know how long she had been unconscious.

She only felt dizzy and groggy, as if heavy stones were pressing on every bone and limb in her body, leaving her unable to move.

She forced her eyes open, and the blurry sight gradually sharpened.

What appeared before her was a plain, elegant side room. The furnishings were simple but clean, and sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the blue-brick floor.

She tried to circulate her inner force, only to find her dantian completely empty, her meridians feeling as if they had been stuffed with cotton. She could not raise even half a bit of strength.

"He sealed my acupoints..."

Zhao Ruan's heart tightened, and she suddenly turned to look out the window.

In the courtyard, a young man was sitting beside a stone table, holding a teacup in his hand. His posture was relaxed, as though he were in his own back garden enjoying flowers and tea.

Sunlight fell over him, outlining his sharply defined profile, swordlike brows and bright eyes, straight nose bridge, and slightly curved thin lips in a half-smile.

It was Yang Guo.

Rage instantly flared in her chest. She, Zhao Ruan, a dignified princess and noble lady, had actually been ambushed by someone and had her acupoints sealed!

"Yang Guo!"

She ground out his name through clenched teeth, though her voice sounded somewhat weak because her inner force had been sealed. "You dared drug me!"

Yang Guo heard the commotion and turned his head. The half-smiling expression on his face deepened a little. He set down the teacup, rose, and walked into the room at an unhurried pace, as if he had come to visit an old friend.

"Senior Sister has misunderstood," he said, stopping by the bed and looking down at her from above, his gaze roaming wantonly over her body. "Last night Wan'er didn't know who Senior Sister was. She only thought you had come with ill intent and might be a danger to me, so she used this method."

Zhao Ruan tried to sit up, but found she did not even have the strength to prop up her upper body. She could only lean weakly against the head of the bed.

One hand pressed to her chest, she felt the violent pounding in her heart, whether from anger or from the lingering effects of the drug she could not tell.

"Then why did you seal my acupoints!" she demanded, fury burning in her almond eyes. "Unseal me this instant!"

Yang Guo did not answer immediately.

His gaze, like a hook, slowly moved down from her angry face, past her slender neck, and landed on her chest.

The black luxurious robe she wore had become slightly disordered after a night of unconsciousness, revealing a stretch of snow-white collarbone.

The silver-thread thorn pattern embroidered on her chest wrap glimmered with a cold sheen in the dim room, making that patch of skin look even more lustrous and white.

His eyes darkened slightly, and a wicked curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I was just worried you'd wake up and go crazy, Senior Sister," he said with a light laugh, sitting down on the edge of the bed and leaning in slightly until his breath almost brushed her cheek. "I got a pretty good look at your temper last night. If you woke up with your inner force intact, I'm afraid not much in this room would still be standing."

Zhao Ruan was infuriated by his shameless tone. Her chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, and the black strapless top over her breasts trembled violently with each one. The silver thorn pattern seemed to come alive, winding over her snowy skin and biting in red marks, while the deep valley between her breasts flickered into view now and then, releasing a fatal kind of temptation.

“You!” she snapped, furious to the point of choking. “Untie me now! How dare you imprison me?!”

“Imprisoning you is a bit much,” Yang Guo said with a shake of his head, though his eyes were still glued to her chest as if something there had bloomed into a flower. “I’m only asking Senior Sister to rest here for a few days. Oh, right, you must be hungry too, Senior Sister?”

As he spoke, he turned to the low table by the bed and picked up a food box. He lifted the lid. Inside were several exquisite dishes, a steaming bowl of soup, and a bowl of white rice, all fragrant enough to fill the room.

“Huang Island Lord didn’t teach me how to unseal acupoints,” Yang Guo said as he arranged the food on the table, speaking with irritating composure. “Senior Sister should eat first. When the time comes, the acupoints will open on their own.”

Zhao Ruan looked at the food, then at Yang Guo’s indifferent expression. She was both angry and powerless. Her internal energy had been sealed, her limbs were weak and sore, and she didn’t even have the strength to stand, let alone escape.

She gritted her teeth and could only swallow her rage for the moment.

“There won’t be poison in this food again, will there?” she asked warily.

Yang Guo burst out laughing when he heard that. He picked up a pair of chopsticks, into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, then spread his hands.

“No poison,” he said with a grin. “Eat with confidence, Senior Sister.”

Zhao Ruan stared at him for a while. Only after confirming that he truly seemed normal did she finally pick up the bowl and chopsticks.

She had slept for a full day and night. She really was starving.

At first she still tried to keep up her princess dignity, eating in tiny bites, but hunger quickly won out and she gradually sped up.

Yang Guo sat across from her, resting his chin on one hand as he watched her eat.

He wasn’t listening to a word she said.

All of his attention had been drawn to the rising and falling beauty of her chest.

The design of this outfit was simply perfect.

The matte black satin bandeau wrapped tightly around her full breasts, while the silver thorn pattern spread from between them down to her waist. Its lines were cold and sharp, only making the soft shape beneath it look even more ready to burst free.

The sides of the bandeau were cut with open slits, exposing a line of slender waist and giving only glimpses at a time, which made the imagination race.

Over that she wore a wide-sleeved outer robe, left open at the front, displaying her collarbones and the lines of her neck and shoulders in plain view.

Sharp and wanton at once. This senior sister, this high-and-mighty flower from the mountaintop, was also a princess. If he could pin her beneath him and toy with her, the pleasure would be enough to melt bone and marrow.

Yang Guo felt heat surging in his lower belly, a filthy fire rushing straight to the crown of his head.

He watched her lower her head to eat. On the black hair pinned into her bun, the silver chains hanging from the thorn-shaped crown swayed gently with her movements, and the teardrop pendants at the ends brushed against her fair neck.

Her lips were a matte bean-paste red, lightly glossed with oil. They moved softly as she chewed, as if inviting something to be taken inside.

A lewd thought took root in his mind and grew rapidly.

Slowly, he stood, went around the table, and walked behind her.

Zhao Ruan was focused on her meal and said, between bites, “I really have to admit, you’re outrageous. We’re from a respectable school, and you should stop using these underhanded tricks in the future. That sort of behavior is beneath the chivalric way.”

Yang Guo did not answer. Standing behind her, he lowered his gaze to the back of her neck. That stretch of skin was slender and graceful, smooth as porcelain, with a few loose strands of hair hanging there, trembling faintly with her breathing.

His hand unconsciously moved to his groin. Through the fabric, the thing there was already hard as iron and swollen painfully.

“Senior Sister is right to scold me,” he replied carelessly. His fingers loosened his belt, and he pulled out the iron-hard shaft that had been straining against the cloth for so long.

That massive thing was dark red with a violet tint, its veins bulging like a vicious snake. In the dim room it glimmered with obscene luster.

The glans was broad and rounded, the slit at the tip faintly open, seeping clear fluid.

He gripped the base and slowly stroked it, his eyes still fixed on the swell of her chest.

From behind, the straps of her bandeau bit into her flesh, outlining the round fullness of her breasts. The deep cleavage there flickered in and out of view, making her look like a natural sex toy.

Zhao Ruan had no idea what the man behind her was doing. Her internal energy was sealed, which dulled her senses a little, and she could never have imagined that someone would take something like this out in a situation like this.

She continued, “What about the matter I told you about before, helping my father? Have you thought it over? My father may really send people to take over Kaifeng. The prime minister once advised him that if he forced the Mongols to submit, they would surely revolt, and then the realm itself would be in danger, but he wouldn’t listen...”

Yang Guo braced one hand on the back of the chair, the other still holding the shaft, and slowly dragged the glans along her back. The tip pressed against the gauze over her back.

The fabric there was very thin, almost nothing but a layer of sheer mesh.

He could feel the scorching heat of the glans pressing into the soft warmth beneath it, and the sensation made his scalp tingle with pleasure so intense he nearly groaned.

He couldn’t help but thrust forward a little, rubbing the shaft against her back through her clothes and leaving streaks of slickness behind.

Pre-cum seeped from the slit and dampened the black outer robe, quickly spreading into a dark patch.

Zhao Ruan’s eating slowed.

She felt something moving behind her. Hard, hot, and a little wet.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out what it was.

In her whole life, she had barely even touched a man’s hand, let alone seen something like this.

Frowning, she turned her head and asked, “What are you doing, Junior Brother? Are you even listening to me?”

Yang Guo was still savoring that maddening, teasing friction. Hearing her question, he paused, but the shaft remained pressed against her back, even pushing more insistently.

“Oh, Senior Sister,” he said, panting, his voice low and thick with restrained lust, “I’m seeing whether I can unseal your acupoints.”

Zhao Ruan blinked, then snapped, “If you can’t do it, then don’t! It’ll open on its own when the time comes. Stop poking around like that!”

With that, she turned back and kept eating, muttering under her breath, “So young, and you still do things this unreliably...”

Her innocence only made Yang Guo even more aroused.

He rubbed the shaft against her back with even greater enthusiasm.

The glans pressed against that thin layer of gauze and slid up and down along the line of her spine.

More and more pre-cum seeped out, soaking the black fabric, darkening it as it clung to her skin and faintly traced the shape of her shoulder blades.

“Senior Sister is right,” he said while rubbing. “I shouldn’t be poking around blindly. But your sealed point is deep; I need to study it a little...”

Zhao Ruan only felt the thing behind her moving more and more strangely, hot and hard, with a weird wet slickness to it. Just as she was about to say something else, she suddenly heard Yang Guo speak again.

“Senior Sister, if you want me to agree to help your father, that’s fine. But you have to agree to one condition.”

Zhao Ruan set down her bowl and chopsticks, frowning. “What condition?”

Yang Guo did not answer right away. His gaze locked hungrily on the soft swell of her chest, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, like a wolf staring at a slab of fresh meat.

“Senior Sister, close your eyes first,” he said in a rough whisper. “Then I’ll tell you.”

Zhao Ruan looked at him suspiciously, unable to tell what he was up to.

But then she thought that with her internal energy sealed and her body in his hands, even if he did have some wicked intention, she had no way to resist.

And his performance just now, shameless though it was, didn’t seem like the work of some truly vile devil.

So she closed her eyes.

The instant her lashes trembled and her eyes shut, Yang Guo moved.

He clamped onto her slender right wrist and lifted it high above her head, forcing her upper body to lean back slightly and making her breasts thrust forward.

At the same time, his other hand gripped the massive thing already straining to erupt, and the glans pressed precisely into the narrow slitted opening between her bandeau and outer robe, right at the sensitive edge of her areola.

Without the slightest foreplay, he drove his waist forward with sudden force and rammed the thick, hard shaft in with irresistible violence!

RIIIP.

With the faint, crisp sound of fabric fibers snapping, that ferocious shaft brutally forced apart the tight cloth and shoved its way into the inside of her bandeau.

The scorching glans sank instantly into a mass of soft, slick breast flesh, held tight between two snowy mounds.

Zhao Ruan snapped her eyes open, her pupils contracting violently.

What met her eyes was Yang Guo standing beside her, his expression wild.

And his... that thing of his had really thrust into her clothing.

A slit had been torn open at the side of her bandeau, and the shaft was buried diagonally between the proud peaks of her breasts.

She had never in her life seen male flesh this close. That dark red shaft was bulging with veins, throbbing hard, the swollen corona grinding tightly against the tender flesh of her left breast and forcing the originally flat black bandeau to swell outward into the shape of something vicious.

“Mn...!”

Yang Guo gave her no time to react. With one hand he pinned down her unstable, trembling shoulder, and with the other he pressed directly onto her deformed chest, kneading the soft flesh through the cloth and forcing the cleavage even tighter.

Then he began moving.

He thrust his hips, drawing the shaft back out from the buried breast flesh until only the swollen glans remained caught at the mouth of her cleavage, dragging out a strand of transparent slickness.

Then he lunged forward again, slamming the glans hard against her delicate nipple and grinding fiercely over the red bud that was already standing stiff with blood.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sounds of flesh against cloth and cloth against flesh echoed through the silent room, filthy enough to make a person blush.

With every thrust, the rough friction made the burning shaft feel like a red-hot iron rod, working her sensitive breasts over and over.

Pre-cum continued to seep from the slit, coating her snowy breast flesh and turning the originally dry passage into a sticky, muddy mess, making wet, squelching sounds.

Zhao Ruan was completely stunned, her mind blank. All that remained was the near-scorching heat in her chest and the sensation of being brutally violated.

“J-Junior Brother! You’re crazy... take it out now!” Her voice shook with tears in it. She tried to struggle, but her body, with its sealed internal energy, was soft and helpless, and even the hand she used to push at him trembled.

Yang Guo ignored her completely. Lowering his head, he watched with a crazed look as the dark red shaft plunged in and out of his senior sister’s bandeau.

The originally elegant silver thorn pattern twisted and warped under his movements. The black cloth was soaked through with all kinds of fluids, clinging to the shaft and pulling out little folds of flesh with every thrust.

Every time the vein-laced rod scraped across her sensitive nipple, or the corona hooked against the tender edge of her areola, Zhao Ruan’s whole body would twitch uncontrollably. A layer of shameful pink spread across her breasts, and her nipples stiffened like tiny stones, left aching and swollen by the brutal friction.

“Senior Sister, the moment I first saw you, I wanted to do this to you,” he gasped, his voice low and hoarse with possessiveness.

His palm on her chest showed no pity whatsoever. Fingers spread wide, he kneaded the full breasts wantonly, squeezing the soft flesh into all kinds of obscene shapes. “Look at that body of yours. Your tits are huge, and you’ve got them wrapped up this tightly... If I don’t shove it in and vent a little, how am I supposed to do justice to all that hot, shameless flesh?”

Zhao Ruan’s scalp tingled at the obscenity of his words, shame flooding over her like a tide.

All she could do was stare helplessly as her junior brother’s weapon ravaged the most private part of her chest, feeling that burning hardness grind away her pride bit by bit.

“You... you’re insane!” she cried through clenched teeth, tears in her voice. “How dare you do this to me? I am, I’m your senior sister!”

“So what if you’re my senior sister?” Yang Guo sneered. With a hard tug, he pulled her bandeau lower, exposing even more white breast flesh, enough that the reddened, swollen nipple could be seen as it stood under the cloth. “Right now your tits are clamping down on my cock, Senior Sister. Look at you. Where’s the princess now? You’re nothing but a cunt begging to be fucked!”

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, cupped her face, and turned it upward by force. Then he lowered his head and kissed her brutally, as if he meant to swallow her whole.

Zhao Ruan’s eyes flew wide open. Her first kiss was stolen.

Yang Guo’s lips and tongue pushed domineeringly through her teeth. His wet, hot tongue plunged straight in, sweeping ruthlessly across every inch of tender flesh inside her mouth, tangling with the tip of her tongue and greedily stealing the moisture there.

The wet, smacking sounds of their saliva exchanging filled the otherwise quiet room. His breath was openly invasive, stripping away every bit of her own.

At the same time, the hand pressed to her breast began sliding downward with irresistible force.

Rough fingertips skimmed along the silver trim at the edge of her bandeau, setting off shivers one after another; they brushed the silver chain tassels at her waist sash, making a faint, crisp sound; they slid across the matte black satin of her skirt, and finally came to rest between her legs.

Through layers of gauzy fabric and skirt, his palm was broad and scorching hot, fitting tightly against her most private place.

Zhao Ruan’s whole body jolted.

“Mmph—!” She tried to scream, but his lips and tongue sealed her mouth shut, leaving her only to whimper.

She could feel his palm pressing and kneading that area no one had ever touched before, all through her skirt.

That strange sensation shot from her lower body up her spine like electricity, making her scalp prickle and her whole body go weak against her will.

Especially when, through the cloth, he pinched precisely at the hidden bud tucked inside the soft flesh there. The intense tingling sensation made her collapse inward at once.

“Ju-Junior Brother... stop...” she pleaded indistinctly between his lips and teeth. Tears spilled uncontrollably down her face, but her body still trembled honestly with pleasure.

Yang Guo finally let go of her lips and looked at her tear-streaked, swollen-lipped face. A cruel darkness flashed in his eyes.

“Stop?” he chuckled softly. His fingers, still through the skirt, pressed exactly against the mouth of her sex, pushing down hard with the pads of his fingers as if trying to force their way into the tight slit. “Senior Sister, you’re soaked through down here. Your underwear is stuck to your pussy, and you want me to stop? Your mouth says no, but your body’s brutally honest. What a cock-hungry little whore.”

As he spoke, his fingers shoved forcefully through a layer of thin gauze and into the narrow seam of her tightly closed thighs, finding that hidden point in the wet, muddy slick and pressing hard.

That place was her secret garden, never before awakened.

Zhao Ruan only felt an unprecedented wave of pleasure explode from that point and sweep through her entire body in an instant.

Her whole body began shaking violently, her legs cramping uncontrollably, her vision going dark at the edges. A cry she could no longer suppress burst from her throat: “Ahhh!!”

At the same time, Yang Guo reached his limit as well.

The shaft in her bandeau pumped faster and faster, and every forward thrust slammed hard into the soft breast flesh, producing sharp, slapping sounds.

The glans ground fiercely against her swollen nipple, and that extreme tight heat made his scalp explode.

He let out a low roar, drove his hips forward with sudden force, and buried the swollen shaft deep into the hollow between her breasts.

Scalding, thick semen burst out of the slit.

SSSST. SSSST. SSSST.

Streak after streak of white fluid, burning hot, shot hard into her bandeau and splashed across the snowy flesh of her breasts, then streamed down the curves of her chest, searing her whole body into a jolt.

Zhao Ruan felt the scorching liquid splash across her chest, and the heat carried through the bandeau and into her skin, leaving goosebumps all over her body.

Meanwhile Yang Guo’s fingers were still pressed against that hidden point below, continuing to knead and rub it, amplifying and prolonging the pleasure again and again.

Her body convulsed violently. Her vision filled with white, her mind went blank, and her lower body contracted in waves. In fact, she even sprayed a gush of arousal, soaking Yang Guo’s fingers.

One drop, then another...

Semen soaked through her black bandeau and seeped from the gaps in the silver thorn embroidery, trickling down over her snowy skin, over her flat stomach, over the silver chain tassels at her waist, and finally disappearing into her black long skirt, where it mingled with the slick flowing from below.

A thick, fishy, musky scent filled the room.

Yang Guo slowly withdrew the shaft.

The dark red monster was covered in white semen and flakes of silver thread from her bandeau. He looked down at her.

She was still sitting in the chair, but her entire body had gone limp.

Her hair was in disarray, the silver thorn crown tilted to one side, and the fine silver chains had tangled around her neck.

Her bandeau was soaked through with semen, clinging tightly to her breasts and outlining their softness. The pink of her areolas showed faintly through the drenched fabric.

Her skirt was a mess, and a large suspicious wet patch spread between her thighs.

On her face, tear tracks were still wet. Her eyes had lost focus, her lips were parted, and she was still gasping hard, her expression filled with confusion and the humiliation of being played with.

The sudden climax had drained every bit of strength from her body.

Yang Guo looked at her like that, a trace of satiety flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by something darker.

He reached out and gently wiped the tear tracks from her face, then rubbed his semen-slick fingers across her cheek.

“Senior Sister,” he said in a low, hoarse, cruel voice, “this is only the beginning. Your clothes are so shamelessly sexy. From now on, wear them just for me. I’ll teach you some even more pleasurable things.”

Zhao Ruan gave no answer. Her mind was still tangled in chaos, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She could not understand what had just happened, and she could not process her present situation.

She only knew that something had changed completely.