Author's Note:
Warning: NSFW, mature, very explicit content.
I kid you not when I say it's explicit.
I don't say NSFW when it's only just an almost kiss.
I am serious, not here to play, and proceed only at your own risk.
You have been warned.
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Jiang Taohua was used to a difficult life. To protect Changjue, she had offered herself as a pawn between Beiyuan and Qi, but when she arrived, she was given an ordeal that was far more than her nervous system was able to handle.
First, there were the wolves. Starving and wild beasts, they chased her around that city in the middle of the night.
This was because she was not allowed to enter the city during the day, and was asked to enter at night.
To be humiliated was her daily ordeal. She was used to it in Beiyuan and by Empress Lu. But to be chased by wolves was a horror she hadn't faced before.
She escaped to Zuimeng pavilion, a high class brothel that was strangely empty.
Separated from Qingtai, she was frantic to find a way out and to feel safe, even just for a few hours.
Why was feeling safe a luxury she could never have?
Before she started feeling the utmost pity for herself, she entered a hallway that was foggy.
Foggy? At a brothel? That couldn't be right.
It was smoke. The smell was sweet yet strange.
Taohua began to feel light-headed. She suddenly couldn't stand well on her own feet, and her vision blurred.
Out of nowhere, a maid appeared, undoing her hair and taking off all her hairpins and jewels.
She tried to fight, but her dizziness escalated.
The maid also pulled off her long underpants, making her legs bare. It was cold, and she felt she was losing authority over her own body.
But what was even more strange was that the maid left her without doing more harm.
When people didn't do their absolute worst to her, she got even more suspicious.
How she wished she could just lie on that bed. Her body felt hot all over, as if it was a hot summer day. It would be so easy to just close her eyes and sleep the confusion away.
But no, someone entered the room, and Taohua reached for something, anything, that could help defend herself or attack.
Her hairpins and jewels were discarded there on the bed, and she took one ornate hairpin, before deciding to confront that person first, whoever that was.
In her blurry vision, she saw a man in an expensive black outfit with gold embroidery. She attacked then put her hairpin in a threatening position over his neck.
"Who are you?" She asked, her hair falling over the side of his face.
Chancellor Shen Zhaiye was beneath her.
He was also drugged, was also feeling the room became too hot and stuffy, and suddenly there was this beautiful woman on top of him.
"Aren't all the people here patrons?"
The woman above him seemed like she was unsure whether she should kill him or kiss him. Twice, she approached his lips with hers, but also twice, she pulled back. Finally, she decided to stab him.
However, Shen Zhaiye was not someone who'd just accept a stab willingly, even from an incredibly elegant courtesan. He got up and turned her around. Now, he was the one sitting above her.
"From the look of you, you don't look like a willing courtesan. Someone has drugged you and forced you to be here. Hurting me will do nothing for you. Telling me who you are might be useful."
She was overpowered, but she was looking at him with such defiant eyes.
"Tell me who you are, or I won't be a gentleman. I have been drugged with the most powerful aphrodisiac, and you're the nearest woman available. Tell me who sent you to do this, and I won't touch you. If not, I will play along with this drug, and no one will blame me."
"How dare you!" The woman beneath him hissed, "I'm Beiyuan's Pr—"
Zhaiye was shocked, before quickly closing her mouth. "Speak no more!"
He remembered then. This was Princess Cheng Ping. The painting of her was already pretty. The real person was even more beautiful. More beautiful than his three wives, or all the other women he had touched in his entire life, combined.
"Someone had tried to trap us together. What a vicious move."
"Let me go!"
"We are already trapped. From the look of you, you've been drugged too. We should just do what the aphrodisiac asked us to."
"I am to be married to the fourth prince!"
"You're in one room with me. Your reputation is already ruined. He wouldn't be able to marry you. The court would label you as a defiled woman. So why don't I truly ruin you? If your life as a good woman has to end, you should end it in a hot way. And I, Princess, I know very well how to make a woman enjoy it."
"I won't enjoy it!"
"We'll prove it," he growled, before pulling at her dress and under garments, and his own under garments.
Within seconds, they were already half naked.
Taohua was on the floor, planning to marry the fourth prince, but this devilishly handsome lord was entering her with zero hesitation, and instead of stopping him, she was spreading her legs.
If her life as a good woman had to end, at least it ended on her terms. She decided to choose the worst way possible to defy Empress Lu. She's giving her body to a stranger.
Shen Zhaiye was a man of iron-clad control.
He had never let his emotions or his body ruined any of his plans. But that night, drugged by the aphrodisiac, with a princess from Beiyuan who glared at him daringly, he lost it.
He had entered himself inside her without proper foreplay, and he felt her spreading her legs open. That made him bury himself to the hilt, although she clapped her hand onto her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
She felt so sinfully good, and for a second, he shut his eyes in ecstasy.
When he opened his eyes again, he began thrusting in and out.
"I am Shen Zhaiye—the left—Chancellor."
Tears fell from her eyes. She was undoubtedly a virgin, and he wasn't gentle at all.
Her breasts were disturbing him, in a way that he couldn't stop himself from touching them, so he did.
Taohua moaned, then arched herself onto him, giving him more to touch.
"Are all Beiyuan women such good whores?"
"I guess so," she replied, breathlessly. It was so sinful, so wrong, yet so good.
He gave her pain and pleasure all at the same time, filling her so well her desire was burning.
To hell with morals. She had been good all her life, and it gave her only pain. This one night, she's going to be immoral too.
"You're so wet," the chancellor above her said.
"And you're so hard," she replied defiantly.
"I do," he agreed, before he moved faster.
Their breathings were loud, their half worn clothes moved against each other, swishing smoothly.
Zhaiye held the nape of her neck and lifted it, before planting his tongue in her mouth, licking her mouth from the inside, eating her lips greedily.
"Are all—Qi Kingdom men—immoral?"
"Yes," he hissed, thrusting faster and harder, "We all are."
She reached her climax, biting her own index finder to reduce her sound.
Zhaiye watched her.
When she opened her eyes again, he continued his ride, before finally stilling deep inside her, then coming. He shuddered and threw his head back.
She was better than any other woman he had ever bedded.
"You need to drink an anti-pregnancy potion as soon as possible. Unless you want my child."
"I don't."
Prince Wugou decided to barge into the room then, with his guards and Prince Wuyin in tow, the fourth prince that was supposed to marry Taohua.
Zhaiye only had time to detach and Taohua hid her front with her untied dress.
"Shen Zhaiye, how immoral have you been tonight."
Taohua sat up, expecting to be executed then and there.
"We were drugged," he said calmly, as he wore his clothes. "Someone put a very good trap."
"Don't blame others for your crime," Prince Wugou replied viciously.
In one minute, Zhaiye was fully dressed again, unlike Taohua who was still sitting on the floor and was wrapped in a blanket that Qingtai gave her.
"The emperor would take my side if I told him I was drugged," Zhaiye responded. "And so did the princess."
He spared her a glance.
Her hair was in disarray. Her lips were swelling.
She looked exactly like what she was. A princess that had been ruined.
She must still be dripping wet with my seeds, he smirked.
She glared at him hatefully.
Zhaiye then walked away from the room and the brothel, knowing full well it was Prince Wugou's trap.
"Princess, what should we do now?"
Without looking at her, Prince Wuyin, who was righteous and kind, said, "Princess, you have been raped. I deeply apologize on the chancellor's behalf. If you feel well enough, I will escort you to a safe inn."
"Thank you, Prince Wuyin. I will dress first, then I will go to that inn."
"I will wait outside."
Once the prince left, Qingtai helped Taohua dress.
"The empress will—"
"No. I can't believe everything is lost. After I arrive at that inn, find me an anti-pregnancy potion. We'll think what to do after that."
"Yes, Princess."
Taohua pulled herself together, and let Prince Wuyin led her to a respectable inn.
Being imprisoned for 18 years in Beiyuan palace by Empress Lu taught her one thing. She knew how to survive.
She'd find a way out.
And she wouldn't be defeated.
She didn't escape Beiyuan just to be executed.
And that Shen Zhaiye who didn't help her at all after he took her?
She'd find a way to get back at him.