Chapter 5
Guan Xuan’s tears fell as his consciousness grew hazy…
Such refined, beautiful lips and nose, serving her so diligently—even his breath seemed to please her—this brought the young maiden an extraordinary psychological delight.
The excessive torment made Little Cat’s breathing even more labored, as if he were drowning and nearing death. In the brink of death, one forgets many things. He held the Princess’s waist, his arms tightening continuously, helping her press closer.
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Little Cat could not take it all in; his face was drenched, even his eyelashes hung with sticky moisture. The cat was choked by the Princess, coughing softly.
The maiden, like a noble cloud crane, raised her neck in high-spirited song when excited, then collapsed limply once she had sung her fill. Guan Xuan swallowed mouthful after mouthful from her; when she slowed, he gradually stopped, and the hands holding her waist loosened and fell away.
The Princess held his head, shifting to sit back on his abdomen, then wearily lay against his chest. The cat still coughed a little but suppressed it. The colors on the ceiling grew blurrier through the moisture on his eyelids and lashes. The cat heard the Princess’s heart beating, her throat panting—beating against him, panting against him. The entire bedroom fell into an eerie silence.
The Princess felt nothing like he did, finding nothing strange at all. She was even happier and more satisfied than the night before. Sitting up, she reached out to play with the wet stickiness on his face, lifting her beautifully curved eyelids to admire him: “You are truly delightful.”
Zhao Rongzhang herself was easily satisfied, yet this cat also easily stirred one’s appetite—especially in this state. Zhao Rongzhang was so fond of him she hardly knew what to say. She didn’t let him wipe the moisture from his face, simply gazing at him adorned with glistening drops, grinding lightly against his abdominal muscles.
The ceiling in his vision swayed under the Princess’s movements. Guan Xuan knew what was coming next, but when he was truly pressed down, his breath still trembled, and he gripped the velvet rug beneath him tightly.
The Princess admired for a while his restrained expression and the glistening sheen of sweat on his body, then turned her attention to his most intriguing part. She found him utterly fascinating, having noticed how he stirred under her gaze while washing earlier. She had originally been completely unable to imagine how it could become like those in the paintings. Yet his was far more exquisite than those ugly things in the paintings—pink and white, large and long, full in form, like a jade-carved white lotus root. When blood rushed to it, it swelled into a straight, long section of pink lotus root.
The Princess moved back to sit on his legs, holding his pink lotus root under the candlelight to examine it from all angles. She was satisfied with this as well. She hadn’t realized until today that every part of Little Cat was so perfectly formed. It was fortunate he hadn’t died over the years.
In matters of intimacy, such an innocent maiden had no sense of restraint when playing with her little weapon—or perhaps she wasn’t even aware he possessed a human body. And humans could break or die.
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The little mute’s face flushed crimson, his skin changing color, his body twisting uncontrollably as if wanting to curl sideways. The Princess had never seen her little weapon so out of control. This state was both utterly tempting and pitiful, likely having reached his limit of endurance. The Princess gently reined in her playful mood, leaning down to embrace his neck.
Suddenly embraced by the neck, Guan Xuan had not yet recovered from the intense sensory assault, tears still streaming from the crimson corners of his eyes. Zhao Rongzhang stroked his exceptionally pleasing back muscles, patting them twice in comfort. Guan Xuan wept, his eyes wide open in confusion.
“Poor baby.” The girl rubbed the back of his head, her voice soft and amused. “Feeling better now?”
Guan Xuan nodded through his tears, his consciousness hazy. The Princess merely smiled.
The Princess still hadn’t let him go. Held in her embrace, Guan Xuan finally realized where the strange feeling that had started moments ago came from. He wasn’t sure if embracing was necessary when people joined together.
The little mute’s breathing had become much more normal. Zhao Rongzhang smoothed his back and hair, preparing to continue. She was determined to taste this piece of meat today—otherwise, she’d be wasting her own arousal and that whole pot of medicinal herbs.
Zhao Rongzhang set him down. With his large frame and considerable weight, of course she couldn’t simply lift him at will. But sensing her intention to hold him, he would prop himself up halfway, and when she wanted to put him down, he would gently lower himself back.
The cat had stopped crying now, lying there obediently. He could have calmly accepted any circumstance, yet he couldn’t help feeling uneasy. He didn’t know what uncontrollable sensations awaited, nor what movements the Princess might make.
From his slightly trembling eyelashes, Zhao Rongzhang could sense his subtle apprehension, giving her the strange illusion that she was meeting him for the first time. How novel—this little weapon who never flinched before danger, death, or pain was actually feeling timid about being enjoyed by her, as if she were some terrifying tyrant.
Zhao Rongzhang reflected on these past years. She hadn’t treated him poorly. He was her only Shadow Guard, the one person who belonged to her completely and entirely. She couldn’t possibly mistreat him—his clothing, food, and provisions had always been the best. Back when he stood before her, cleaned up with lowered eyes, she had excitedly given him a name on the spot—a good name, though she rarely used it afterward. Her treatment of him was exceptionally good, considering their master-servant relationship. After all, he was that kind of servant who couldn’t see the light—how much better could it get?
Perhaps she hadn’t been gentle enough and had hurt him. But this first time was inevitable—it would pass. Still, she should be gentler; she couldn’t ruin the mood of this initial experience.
The Princess pressed down on him from front to back, then aligned herself with his rounded fullness. She was nervous too—when holding and playing with it, one hand couldn’t even encircle it entirely. To accommodate it all through such a slender opening was no easy task. She had to relax, relax again.
Seeing his aroused appearance—timid yet shy—she truly liked it, and liking it stirred sensations within her. The Princess caressed his soft, pale chest, parting herself to take just a little of him in. Just that tiny bit made her core ache with strain. It was too difficult; though he lay obediently still, she herself felt so stretched she wanted to retreat. Zhao Rongzhang realized this matter was far from simple to accomplish. Holding onto his arm, she lay down again, deciding to proceed slowly.
As for gently comforting him—she’d better not worry about that for now, since she herself wasn’t fully at ease. Regardless, she would take him in first.
The Princess was so light, so soft. Pressed beneath her, with her delicate moans and breaths by his ear, the thread of unease in Guan Xuan’s heart suddenly faded considerably, even though her intention to enjoy him hadn’t ceased.
The Princess had always been gentle and kind to him. The first time he failed to assassinate Young Master Xie and returned, she neither got angry nor punished him. When he fumbled with her clothes and clumsily served her, disturbing her sleep, she still did not get angry. When he cried, she held him. Just as she was holding him now.
The Princess was a woman of great determination. Whatever she decided to do, she would do it, and no difficulty could stop her. Guan Xuan trembled, his long eyelashes fluttering as he bit his lip and held his breath, enduring her powerful, sucking force.
He recalled the time he had fallen into a trap with closing walls—two walls closing in irresistibly, squeezing him until pain surged through his entire body.
A tingling heat penetrated his very bones, an extreme sensory experience more profound and impactful than any pain he had ever endured.
Guan Xuan clenched his teeth, suppressing any possible movement, yet tears were forced out by her rhythmic advances and retreats.
Zhao Rongzhang was already exhausted, her waist unbearably sore. The uncontrollable convulsions in her body were draining. Yet, at the same time, an unfamiliar fullness stretched parts of her that had never been touched before, bringing her both pleasure and satisfaction. Hearing the suppressed panting of the little mute beside her, she glanced over and saw he was thoroughly aroused, veins bulging at his temples. His dark, glistening eyes were half-closed, neither wandering nor moving lightly, as silent tears streamed down his flushed, pink face.
Even in this state, he made not a sound. How pitiful, how adorable. Still holding him inside, Zhao Rongzhang wiped the tears from the corner of his eye and softly comforted him, “It’s alright, it’s over.”
Guan Xuan got up and put away the velvet blanket the Princess had used to consume him. As instructed by the Princess, he hid behind the bed curtains. The Princess rang the bell at the corner of the bed, and the female official led a procession of palace maids into the room. They fetched new clothes, tidied and laid them out, carried out the bathtub, brought in a new one, and filled it with clean water. Two simple plates of pastries were placed on the table.
The Princess sat slouched on the couch, her hair disheveled and hairpins askew, slowly eating an apple Ming Luo had peeled for her. During this time, Ming Luo handed the Princess two pieces of intelligence. After reading them, the Princess burned them without any reaction.
After bathing comfortably herself, the Princess did not forget to order water to be prepared again. Just then, chaos erupted outside. A young palace maid rushed in, saying that the Dongchang Changgong and Left Commander-in-Chief Ren Ping had both arrived, claiming to capture an assassin.