A shadow emerged with the dust. Wu Haoyu's eyes finally adjusted after the sudden darkness, and she saw it — her own room, sunlight leaking through the window, and the bed still half-wet because she'd been too embarrassed to call a maid to change it.
Then he pushed her back onto the bed, and with a swift motion of his finger, an arcane barrier spread out, blocking any sound from leaving the room.
"You!?"
Wu Haoyu stared at Wu Han, seeing him whole, not a scratch on him. Her heart thudded in fear.
"It's me. Wu Han, in the flesh. Why? Just because your husband's injured doesn't mean I had to be, right?" Wu Han laughed, watching her pathetic face flinch just at the sight of him. Still, he figured, she deserved some respect.
"To think you actually told Wu Wei instead. So your plan changed? You're not trying to flee now?"
Wu Han walked toward her slowly, an ominous smile curling at his lips. Wu Haoyu's chest rose and fell in panic. She looked around the room for anything to defend herself — only soft pillows. She grabbed one and threw it at him.
Of course, he caught it and tossed it back with a smirk. "You're going to need it."
"What... what are you going to do? This is my room! You're not going to get away with killing me!" Wu Haoyu screamed, hoping someone would hear.
No one would.
Her husband was injured, and wouldn't recover for at least a day. Her maids and guards were all on duty elsewhere. No one would come to this room for the next 24 hours. Which meant... he could do anything he wanted to her.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. That would be a waste, wouldn't it? For a beauty like this?" He grabbed her chin like before — but this time, she was completely powerless. No poisoned dagger. No talisman. Just her mortal self, caught in his hand.
"You know," he said, eyes gleaming, "I found someone I'd really love to dual cultivate with. But she's so pure, I have to wait for the right opportunity. With someone like you — used goods — I won't hesitate."
"Dual cultivate? Used goods?" Her heart pounded. She knew what those words meant. Filthy. Violating.
"But let me see first... what you've been up to."
Suddenly, a purple mist drifted from his hand and rushed up her nose. Her eyes went wide for a second, then glazed over. Her head dropped. Unconscious.
Wu Han was using dark magic to search her mind. It wasn't soul-searching — this method was safer to use, though easy to block by cultivators worth their salt. Unfortunately, Wu Haoyu wasn't one of them. Playing with her mind was child's play.
After five breaths, she blinked awake. Her head throbbed from the backlash.
"That was your plan? Honey-trapping your husband into killing me? I guess people cornered enough finally come to their senses. Still, trying to control someone stronger than yourself... I'll give you credit for that. Nice try."
Wu Han gave her a slow clap, mocking, but almost impressed.
"You! Who are you!?"
She couldn't believe this was the same person who had been nothing more than her son's bully, a slacking young master who spent his days drowning himself in women and wine.
"I said, I'm Wu Han. The better question is, who are you?" Wu Han returned the question calmly.
Wu Haoyu—no, just Haoyu—heard the question and felt her head throb. "Who am I?" she murmured, then raised her voice. "I'm Wu Haoyu, the madam of the Wu Clan!"
"But you wanted to be more, didn't you?" Wu Han's words pierced her heart.
"I…" Haoyu's eyes darted away.
"I can give you that. My grandfather and I are planning to take over the clan next week, now that your husband crossed the line and your stupid plan backfired."
The truth made her heart sink. Her face turned pale. She knew instantly she was finished.
"C‑Come on…" Haoyu crawled toward him, swiftly undoing her breast robe, her sagging breasts spilling out as she tried her best to appear alluring while her face showed clear panic.
Pathetic, but he liked it.
He had done many monstrous things in his past life, but forcing someone was one line he had never crossed.
What interested him more was testing what kind of person they really were.
And this was who Wu Haoyu was: a person who would do anything to save her skin.
A wife of an old king taken by a new king — a tale as old as the first time a king was slain.
"Hm? What are you trying to propose now?" Seeing Haoyu trying so hard to come to him almost made him laugh.
She hid her fear behind a smile. "You kept telling me about my beauty. I may be old but… if you want…" She pulled down her robe and finally revealed her clean, full, motherly breasts, her twin peaks pointed toward him, showing the price she was willing to pay.
"I can be your concubine, or anything. Please… help me."
"Then prove it," Wu Han said.
He stepped closer, and without ceremony, loosened the front of his robes.
His thick and heavy, warm cock brushed her cheek as he tilted her face upward with one hand.
She could feel the weight of him, the scent of him thick in her nose.
Her breath caught. She froze.
It was… so big. Thick enough to press against half her face.
She'd been with her husband just the night before
Compared to this, what she'd known suddenly felt… small.
A flicker of shame burned through her.
What am I doing? But her body wouldn't stop trembling.
Something deep in her stirred. Could I bear a stronger son with this?
Her lips parted slightly, not in invitation, but in awe.
Her breath warmed the skin pressed against her face. Her thighs pressed together without thinking. She tried to speak, but the words didn't come.
Wu Han didn't force. He didn't move. He simply looked down at her, letting her feel the weight of the choice.
And she, on her knees, breasts bare, thought only one thing:
I'm already ruined. Might as well make it worth something.
A pulse rippled through her lower belly.
That flush spreading up her chest wasn't shame.
Her breath came faster. Her thighs clenched instinctively, as if her own hips were trying to hide what her scent had already given away. She was wet, undeniably so.
She knew it. Her cheeks burned.
Her lips hovered a breath away from him, and without meaning to, she brushed them against his cock in a soft, lingering kiss.
Her lips parted. She let the tip of her tongue touch him, just barely enough to taste his heat.
Her hands came up, trembling, fingers curling lightly around his girth.
I shouldn't be doing this. I'm someone's wife.
But her body didn't care. Her mouth opened wider, and she began to take him in. Her hand moved at the base as her tongue curled along the underside, the first wet sound escaping her lips as she started to move.
Her eyes were glassy, shame and arousal tangled so tight she couldn't tell them apart anymore.
Her lips sealed tighter around the swollen head, tongue flattening and dragging along the underside while drool instantly spilled down her chin.
"Mmmhh." she gagged wetly, but her hands clung harder to the thick shaft, smearing spit up and down the slickened length as if she couldn't stop herself.
Strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock every time she came up for breath, messy ropes hanging and snapping against her bare breasts when she jerked her head back down.
Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, running down to her tits and dripping onto the sheets beneath them, soaking into the already-wet fabric until the bed reeked of her submission.
She twisted her wrist at the base, stroking and jerking what her mouth couldn't handle, her knuckles bumping her own lips each time she bottomed out and gagged again, throat fluttering against him.
"Ngghhh—," she moaned around the thickness, the vibrations spilling through his cock as her tongue flattened, then curled, then writhed.
Drool sprayed when she coughed on him, but she never let go, sucking harder, swallowing his taste, using both hands.
Her jaw ached, but her lips clung stubbornly, pink and glossy and reddening as they dragged up and down his slick, pulsing girth.
The air filled with the musk of him mixed with the hot, wet perfume of her own arousal, her thighs rubbing tight together as if every gag only made her wetter.
She choked, but her whole body bent forward, tits pressed into his thighs as if she wanted nothing more than to drown herself in cock.
Her tongue lashed the swollen tip when she surfaced, smearing precum across her lips like war paint, before plunging down again with a hungry, sloppy that made the bed creak beneath them.
Wu Han's head fell back, the muscles of his neck taut as a guttural moan ripped from his chest.
"Ahhh—fuck—this… this is amazing!" His voice vibrated against the sealed barrier, thick with a pleasure he hadn't tasted in eons.
His body trembled with the suddenness of it, as if the dam he'd kept sealed through countless cold nights had burst wide open.
His hips jerked forward, cock plunging deeper into the wet clutch of her throat.
Both hands clamped around her head, fingers curling into her loosened hair, guiding and holding her in place while his length throbbed inside her mouth.
Her eyes watered as he held her there, but she didn't pull away, she swallowed, lips locked tight around him, spit and tears spilling together down her cheeks.
His body arched, stomach tightening, and then it crashed through him, hot release surging down the length of his cock.
"Fuck—" His shout rattled the silence, and the first heavy spurt of cum blasted into her throat. She jolted at the sudden flood, but he kept her there, grinding his hips against her lips as pulse after pulse erupted, pouring straight into her belly.
She gagged around the deluge, muffled cries bubbling up as the mess overflowed but she swallowed desperately, gulp after gulp, trying to drink him down.
White streaks smeared from the corners of her lips, dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her breasts and splattering her skin, painting her in his release.
Only after the final weak spurts oozed from him did he let his grip ease, pulling her head back just enough to see the strings of seed still connecting her lips to his cock, her face a messy canvas.
Her chest heaved, throat working as she swallowed again, and Wu Han's mouth curved into a crooked grin.
His eyes burned with satisfaction, his cock still glistening from the sloppy worship, as he looked down at her ruined, dripping face.