"Brother He!" he called out, his voice carrying genuine pleasure at the unexpected visit. "What brings you to Tian Han? I had no word of your arrival!"
"A necessity of travel," Luo He replied smoothly, guiding his wives forward with obvious possession. "We journey toward the Wu kingdom and found ourselves passing through your province."
"I thought it only natural to impose upon our friendship rather than seek lodging in less comfortable surroundings." This was when Jin Mulan and Ning Jia began their performance in earnest.
Jin Mulan leaned against Luo He's arm with practiced grace, her movements deliberately flowing and unhurried.
As she turned to face her husband, her eyes held his with unmistakable warmth and desire. "Your province is beautiful Governor Wei," she said, her voice pitched low and intimate.
Meant only for Luo He's ears to hear. "Though I confess, nothing compares to traveling with my husband." She tilted closer, her body brushing deliberately against his side.
Her hip bumped gently against his as she shifted her weight, the motion both casual and deeply intentional. Her fingers traced up his arm with deliberate slowness.
And when she reached his shoulder, she didn't stop. Instead, her hand rose to his cheek, her touch feather-soft as her thumb grazed the line of his jaw.
"Even a journey becomes an adventure." She murmured, her voice carrying a soft, breathy quality. "When one is in such company."
She leaned in further, her lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss. As she did, a soft sound escaped her. Not quite a moan, but unmistakably one of pleasure and affection.
The kiss deepened slightly before she pulled back just enough to breathe against his ear.
Ning Jia approached from his other side, moving with the fluid confidence of someone completely at ease with intimacy.
She pressed herself against his other arm, and her hand found residance on his bottom challenging Jin Mulan's gesture of bumping gently on him.
But she did so with clear intention. Her hand slid along his back as she leaned into him, her body warm and present.
"Our husband speaks highly of your hospitality," she said, but the words were almost an afterthought. Her real attention was on Luo He.
She turned to face him again, her hand rising to mirror her sister-wife's gesture. Her fingers traced his jawline with deliberate slowness.
Her touch carrying the weight of genuine affection beneath the performance. She guided his chin toward her with the gentlest pressure, her deep blue eyes locked with his.
When her lips met his, there was nothing tentative about it. She kissed him with unhurried passion, her breath mingling with his as a soft sound of pleasure hummed in her throat.
Almost a purr. She whispered something soft against his lips as she pulled back. Her hand lingering at the nape of his neck, her fingers threading gently through his hair.
Between them, Luo He stood bracketed by two women who were, in this moment, performing for any distant observers, but also expressing something entirely genuine.
The display was choreographed. Yes, but the warmth was real. They usually didn't have this chance, so they decided to take maximum advantage of him while they can.
Of course Luo He was feeling highly uncomfortable but his calm expectation never wavered. He was not a fan of excessive passion. Specifically out of routine intimate activities.
Jin Mulan's hand found his other cheek now, both women positioned so that he was enveloped by their presence. She leaned in again.
This time pressing a series of soft kisses along his temple, his cheekbone, each one accompanied by that same breathy exhale that made her pleasure unmistakable.
"This province is so beautiful," she whispered. Refering more to herself in her husbands grasp than to the real natural beauty. "Love you !" She whispered gently.
Ning Jia's hand drew circles across his chest, feeling his heartbeat accelerate beneath her palm. She smiled against his shoulder. Clearly a challenge towards Jin Mulan.
A sound that was half-laugh, half-moan of contentment escaping her. She tilted her head up toward his, her lips finding the corner of his mouth in a teasing kiss before capturing his lips fully once more.
The coordination between them was flawless. The way they moved, the way they touched, the way they synchronized their attention on him created a perfect symphony of affection and desire.
One would caress his cheek while the other drew closer. One would press a kiss to his neck while the other whispered something meant only for him.
Their movements suggested both competition and perfect collaboration, as if they had rehearsed this a thousand times, which perhaps they had in secret.
Within Luo He's mind, all pretense of detachment crumbled. He was acutely aware of everything. The warmth of two bodies against his, the sensation of soft lips.
The gentle pressure of hands that knew exactly where to touch, the way their breathing had synchronized with his own. The performance was exquisite.
Yes. It was calculated to fool any observers in the traditional sense. But underneath was something far more potent.
The undeniable reality was that these were two women who knew precisely how to unravel their husband, and were doing so with absolute expertise.
Not because they wished to admire his presence. Quite the opposite. They were trying to make him uncomfortable.
Jin Mulan's hand slipped slightly lower, as though casually checking how he had reacted to their latest display.
Luo He remained motionless, still his expression unchanged. Within him however, sensation surged.
Tension, heat and the subtle pressure of awareness that threatened to betray him in front of them. He suppressed it immediately.
Years of martial discipline tightened his control like iron chains forged through repetition and willpower.
His breathing steadied. His pulse slowed. The scattered impulses of his body were forced back under command.
Not a single outward sign was allowed to surface. To anyone watching, he appeared completely unaffected.
That silence itself was his answer. Proof that even under deliberate provocation, he still held absolute control over both body and mind.
Ning Jia was no better, her expression perfectly innocent despite the situation. Unmistakable mischief remained hidden behind her eyes.
For Luo He, the most intoxicating part was understanding that beneath the performance, lay genuine devotion.
Genuine desire.
The kind of intimate knowledge that came from being completely and utterly known by another person. By two people, in his case.
Luo He silently promised himself that he would confront these two shameless bitches the moment an opportunity presented itself.
Their deliberate overacting had reached intolerable levels. If he did not firmly reassert his authority now, they might stop respecting it entirely in the future.
They certainly deserved swift punishment. At least, that was what he told himself. The problem was that this was exactly what he had requested.
And it had been executed with such devastating artistry that he found himself simultaneously captivated and disturbed by both the performance and the women performing it.
Around them, reactions varied. Servants exchanged awkward glances. Guards struggled to maintain straight faces.
Several officials looked somewhere between amused and horrified.
Only Wei Chen appeared largely indifferent, his thoughts seemingly occupied elsewhere. In truth, his reaction made perfect sense.
By the standards of the great Governor Wei the scene was still outrageously, and even inappropriate. Yet his sorrows had taken a great toll on his body, making his sensors numb.
Noble ladies were expected to carry themselves with dignity and restraint. Such openly affectionate behavior was considered improper even among married couples. let alone in public.
Not even prostitutes were so intolerant as to act so rash and improper. Yet the three individuals at the center of the spectacle showed not the slightest concern for social expectations.
They either failed to notice society's rules entirely, or regarded such concerns as too trivial to merit attention. The latter was probably closer to the truth.
As for Jin Mulan and Ning Jia, they had long since been spoiled beyond salvation by Luo He himself.
Whatever sense of propriety they once possessed had been thoroughly eroded by their husband. And now, he was suffering the consequences.