Chapter 31
Shen Yao's hands were very soft, like cotton, white and tender, and just the right size to hold.
In that instant, his mind went almost blank; he couldn't remember anything, couldn't do anything, as if frozen. When consciousness returned and he tried to resist, he realized that, unknowingly, it had already been enjoying itself and had betrayed him.
His physical pride and his spiritual fragility seemed to be simultaneously crushed, tightly bound and pulled by her, both in her hands and in her heart.
He tried to push her away and tell her to get lost, but he couldn't lift his arms or utter a sound. The man who had "supported the king" had transformed himself into the master of the throne, while he himself had become a prisoner.
Pride is very proud, always aloof and bossy, never bowing down or yielding. He always has to appease it before it will bend over. Otherwise, it's like a naughty child, making people dizzy, distracted, and restless.
Although they share the same breath and fate, it has its own little thoughts. It likes women and the scent of women. Once it comes into contact with a woman, it will jump around excitedly and will no longer be obedient.
His pride, which he once took such great joy for, has now become her slave. Like a lapdog, he wags his tail and begs for mercy, rubbing against his new master, kissing and hugging her in a fawning manner that is infuriating.
She transformed into a goddess, and with a gentle wave of her hand, thunder roared and torrential rain poured down, dripping down the trees, flowers, and railings, raging across the Wushan region. The rain pattered on the banana leaves, and a beautiful melody drifted gently up to the sky and into the clouds.
The land became moist, and the desert turned into an oasis.
"Please, no, don't... let me go."
Wei Luo's face was flushed, as if he were drunk, his eyes darting around, and his words were broken and incoherent. His body was enjoying himself, but his soul was being tortured. He was overwhelmed with shame and wished he could grab a knife and slit his own throat on the spot.
Shen Yao winked playfully, "Your Highness, do you want it or not?"
Wei Luo felt even more ashamed. There was no knife here, only a handkerchief. The handkerchief was too short to strangle anyone, so he simply used it to cover his eyes, turned his head away and pretended to be blind, letting her do whatever she wanted.
The king compromised, the ministers rose to power, and Shen Yao was also excited.
Men have a desire to conquer, and so do women. Imagine a man standing at the pinnacle of power, being controlled by himself; the sense of accomplishment is comparable to standing atop Mount Everest, looking down upon the world and looking down on all others.
Right now, Mount Everest seems to have grown taller again.
Practice makes perfect, and Shen Yao became more adept at it, continuing to climb.
The mountain wall was slippery, so Shen Yao carefully followed, her five fingers pressed tightly against the mountainside, taking one step at a time, mastering the rhythm and strength. Before long, she reached the summit and saw the mountain covered in snow.
With snow piling up everywhere, there was nowhere to step. Shen Yao cursed under her breath and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her feet, but then she heard Wei Luo groan. She then touched her fingertips with snow, sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, and gently touched Wei Luo's nose with her handkerchief, her eyes smiling. "Your Highness, it's clean now."
Removing the handkerchief, Wei Luo suddenly opened her eyes, her tone filled with hatred, "Chen Yao, you are a devil, you stole my virginity."
"..."
"Actually, you're still virgin. After all, it was your hand. When you get married in the future, you'll still be considered a virgin."
Shen Yao spoke sincerely, comforting him, "When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer. This time, my father did something wrong, and I apologize to you on his behalf. Just treat it as a dream and don't take it to heart."
Wei Luo raised an eyebrow, his tone suddenly sharp. He looked at Shen Yao strangely, "So you're just apologizing?"
Shen Yao nodded vigorously, "Of course, please don't hold a grudge against the Shen family. My father didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive us and let us go. When you become emperor in the future..."
Wei Luo suddenly lowered his eyes. He had felt comfortable just now, experiencing both physical and psychological satisfaction. In his nineteen years of life, he had never felt such "heavenly" happiness before. But now, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.
He didn't know why, but it seemed like he was expecting something. What exactly was he expecting?
Shen Yao was still chattering away, but he couldn't hear a word she said, or rather, he didn't want to listen. He interrupted her directly, "You're so noisy."
I feel inexplicably down.
Do you know what your actions mean?
"Well……"
He seems unhappy.
Shen Yao could keenly sense it. She blinked, bit her lip, and tentatively asked, "Are you not clean anymore?"
Wei Luo instantly became furious and wanted to strangle her. "Get out of here right now!"
Following the direction of his finger, Shen Yao looked over, shook her head, and said with regret, "Your Highness, you forgot, the door is locked."
The hatred in Wei Luo's eyes intensified.
Shen Yao suddenly felt a little scared. For some reason, Wei Luo's eyes now looked like those of a wolf, revealing ferocity and cruelty, as if he could open his fangs and tear her flesh apart at any moment.
"Don't be angry."
While comforting him, Shen Yao carefully got up and quietly moved away. "Anger is a devil, and devils are ugly. Your Highness is gentle and refined, with a beautiful appearance. You are a flower on a high mountain that the world admires. You must not destroy yourself."
The so-called "flower on a high mountain" is nothing more than a live volcano hidden beneath the snow, ready to erupt at any moment and trigger an avalanche.
Wei Luo took in all her little movements and expressions. The bedding was crumpled from his pulling, and his knuckles were cracking. Now, the urge to strangle her was even stronger.
Wei Luo snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling frost. "Even the most unattainable beauty has been defiled by you now."
"...Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trivial matters."
Shen Yao is now even further away.
Wei Luo still sneered, lifting his eyelids to peek at her, "What are you doing standing so far away? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"
"No way?" Shen Yao muttered to herself.
She didn't go over, but instead washed her hands, wrung out the handkerchief, and handed it to Wei Luo. His forehead and face were covered in sweat, his lips were stained with blood from his nose, and his hair was wet and matted together, as if he had just been washed.
Wei Luo glanced at it, but didn't take it at all. Instead, he lay down, closed his eyes, and let Shen Yao wipe him.
Since Grandpa Wei wouldn't budge, she had to come instead.
Wei Luosheng had fair skin and well-defined brow bones. The silk handkerchief slid down his cheeks, stopping just at his lips.
"Your Highness, open your mouth, there is blood on your lips."
It was his nosebleed.
Wei Luo was very obedient and opened his mouth to cooperate. Then, while she was wiping, he suddenly bit her fingertip, put it in his mouth, and licked it with his tongue.
Shen Yao felt a tingling sensation all over her body and almost groaned out loud. She hadn't felt anything when it was much more stimulating just now, but now this tiny, intimate sucking made her feel numb all over, as if insects were biting her.
She instinctively pulled her fingertip away, but Wei Luo wouldn't let her. He kept his eyes closed, but his teeth were clenched tightly. He seemed to have no eyes and was extremely skilled at biting.
"Your Highness, please don't do this~"
"What?"
Wei Luo suddenly opened his eyes.
He rolled over, and suddenly his view was reversed; he was on top, and she was on the bottom.
Shen Yao's breathing became disordered, and she was so frightened that her face turned pale. It's okay to bully others, but not to be bullied; it's okay to fake it, but not to make it real.
"That medicine is too strong, and I feel unwell again. Let me kiss you, and I won't do anything else."
After he finished speaking, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her face. His wet tongue, like a little snake, meandered across her face, leaving traces of moisture.
What's going on? It seems quite comfortable, and she wants him to continue. She really enjoys the feeling of being loved.
Suddenly, Shen Yao lost all her strength and simply closed her eyes, beginning to enjoy Wei Luo's kiss. He kissed the woman's soft lips and tried to enter her, but Shen Yao thought for a moment and then refused, reaching out her hand to stop him.
The kiss landed on her palm, tickling her so much that she couldn't help but laugh.
Wei Luo smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? This is my first time serving a woman, please give me your guidance, A Yao." His voice was still a little hoarse.
Shen Yao was completely smitten. How could someone so handsome be so gentle?
"You don't need to do this..."
"It's only fair to reciprocate, don't be shy, I'll make you feel comfortable too."
While Shen Yao was speaking, Wei Luo seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside hers, dancing with hers. Their lips and tongues intertwined, rubbing roughly together, their sticky saliva overflowing, indistinguishable as to whether it was his, hers, or theirs together.
"I'm not kissing anymore, I'm thirsty."
Shen Yao pushed his tongue away; her mouth was filled with his taste. The feeling of being invaded suddenly made her a little scared. He was the crown prince, the future emperor; it wouldn't be good to become too enamored with a man she couldn't control.
Having tasted the sweetness, Wei Luo, having just enjoyed the benefits, was naturally unwilling to stop there. He wanted to continue, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you say you were thirsty earlier?"
After getting off the woman, Wei Luo crawled under the table and came out holding a small jar of wine.
Shen Yao was stunned!
This is her room, and Wei Luo knows it even better than she does. Yes, he's always been so cautious; he must have figured out this room long ago.
"I'll feed you."
Wei Luo uncorked the wine and poured it into his own mouth. Then, the wine was transferred to Shen Yao's mouth, not a drop left.
He gently stroked the woman's head, pulled her into his arms, and patiently fed her wine, sip by sip, his eyes filled with love and desire.
Wei Luo was not good at drinking, so most of the wine ended up in Shen Yao's stomach. Although the alcohol content was low, she still felt dizzy after drinking so much.
Shen Yao pushed him away and shook her head, saying, "I'm not drinking anymore." Sleepiness washed over her, and she squinted her eyes, wanting to go to sleep.
"Really not drinking anymore?"
Shen Yao hummed in agreement and closed her eyes.
She felt Wei Luo dip her hand into the wine jar to moisten it, then take it out and lick it clean, one jar after another. Then he covered his small hand with his large palm and rubbed it incessantly, the jar bouncing and warm.
Her arms were sore.
Wei Luo's arms were also sore. He regretted it. He should have known better than to get her drunk, otherwise he would have been the one enjoying himself.
Although Shen Yao's technique wasn't very good, and sometimes it even hurt him, the psychological pleasure he felt had long surpassed the physical pleasure. It wasn't a cold, icy kind of pleasure, but a pleasure that made him want to die.
He loved her to death.
Tonight, there was no charcoal fire in the house, but the two of them slept in each other's arms, and the temperature was warmer than the charcoal fire.
Shen Yao fell asleep, and Wei Luo lay down beside her, gently tracing her eyebrows, her nose, and her lips, murmuring to himself, "If you love me, I will love you too. If you don't love me, I will curse you, curse you to have an unloving husband, unruly children, an unhappy family, curse you to die alone and never be reborn..."
A sudden pang of sorrow gripped his heart, and a mad light flashed in his eyes, like a viper flicking its tongue, staring intently at its prey, declaring its dominance to everyone: She is mine, and no one is allowed to touch her!
Inside, breathing gradually became steady; a beautiful night always inspires daydreams…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
