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Gu Yufei stood outside Zhao Yan's bedroom door, the hallway swallowed in long, quiet shadows under pale moonlight. Her pulse roared in her ears. All afternoon she had wrestled with the decision—sending Xiaohan away had ripped her heart open, but it was the only way to clear the fog in her mind.
She had replayed his words obsessively: the cold threat about the pigsty. Yet she knew the hidden truth. That so-called "pigsty" was no cruel prison—it was a secret kindness, a child's paradise filled with plush toys and gentle piglets.
*If I refuse him now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life,* she thought, fingers trembling against the doorframe. *Even knowing he feels nothing real for me. Even knowing it's only my body that attracts him… that knowledge alone makes me happier than I've ever been. Rejecting such a kind young master would be my greatest sin. And I… I want him. I've wanted him for years. This is my choice.*
She slipped inside.
Zhao Yan lay awake on the wide bed, moonlight carving sharp angles across his bare chest. The day's chaos still churned in his mind. Gu Yufei's strange behavior kept replaying—*kissing my hand like a knight pledging to his queen? The female lead is supposed to despise the villain. Instead maybe she's… yielding?*
A soft click. The door opened.
Gu Yufei stepped into the silver light. Her thin silk nightdress clung to every curve—full breasts, narrow waist, the gentle flare of her hips. Dark waves of hair spilled loose over her shoulders, framing pale skin. Her eyes were still faintly red from earlier tears, but now they burned with quiet, unshakable resolve.
"Young Master," she whispered, voice trembling yet certain.
Zhao Yan sat up slowly, sheets pooling at his waist. "Gu Yufei… what are you—"
She crossed the room before he could finish, sinking to her knees beside the bed. Her hands captured his, lifting them to her lips in that same reverent gesture from earlier.
"Please," she breathed against his knuckles. "Young Master, I accept. Please… use my body. And I *want* this. I want *you*."
"Gu Yufei wtf you..."
In the original story, Gu Yufei had refused to submit to Zhao Yan's coercion even at the cost of her life. Even when her daughter was locked in a pigsty, forced to live and eat among swine, she remained unyielding. While the plot seemed absurd, it highlighted her iron-willed loyalty from an extreme perspective. It was a devotion difficult for most to fathom, yet worthy of respect.
But now...
Looking at Gu Yufei kneeling before him, Zhao Yan's lips twitched. The persona he knew was utterly ruined.
As she stared at him intently—as if ready to submit to his every whim—Zhao Yan felt a momentary shock. The atmosphere was so charged that he wondered if he should actually follow through. However, he quickly snapped to attention, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.
Forcing himself to remain calm, he maintained a cold gaze. "Oh? Is that so?"
He couldn't believe she would give in so easily; there had to be a hidden motive.
"Yes, Young Master," Gu Yufei replied, ignoring his indifference. "I have already sent my daughter to my father's home. They will look after Xiaohan, so you needn't worry about her anymore. I... I will be good."
When a person truly loves someone, they often lose their basic judgment. Gu Yufei didn't care for logic; she only knew she had yearned for the Young Master for years. That yearning made her willing to sacrifice everything.
Zhao Yan finally understood. This was a pretext to save her child. She was sacrificing herself to ensure her daughter would never see the inside of a pigsty. Though the character's "loyal woman" persona had shifted, her evolution into a "sacrificing mother" was no less admirable.
Watching her kneel in a humble, lowly manner, Zhao Yan sighed inwardly. He couldn't say her choice was wrong; if anything, it made her more human. As the one doing the coercing, however, he was in no position to moralize.
"Heh," Zhao Yan sneered, mocking her apparent "insight" while maintaining his indifferent tone. "I didn't realize you were so sensible."
Gu Yufei pressed her face against his hand, a gentle smile gracing her delicate features as she gazed up at him. Previously, she had been paralyzed by the thought that she wasn't good enough for him. But now, she realized that since she wanted nothing from him but the chance to serve, her "worth" didn't matter.
The only thing she still felt unworthy of was the kindness he had shown them; in her mind, the Young Master should never have provided such comfortable conditions for a woman like her and her daughter.
Zhao Yan though of what to do next. *Reject her? As the villain, I can't—that would be wildly out of character. But damn it… in the original story she hated me until the very end. She and her daughter were only saved by Ye Chen.*
He asked the system silently:
*If I accept her, will the plot break?*
[Host, as long as you maintain your villainous persona, the world line will remain stable.]
A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. *Heh… so as long as I keep acting the part, everything's fine. And what kind of villain rejects the heroine when she offers herself on a silver platter?*
A darker satisfaction coiled inside him.
*Sweet revenge.*
In the original plot, that smug, brain-dead protagonist Ye Chen would eventually kill him—
*Now? I get to take his woman properly. Bury myself inside the mother of his daughter. Claim her body and make her forget that bastard ever touched her. It feels like justice. A little consolation prize before the story inevitably ends me.*
He let her pull him down.
Gu Yufei's mouth found his in a soft, trembling kiss. Her lips were warm, faintly salted from earlier tears. She deepened it slowly, tongue brushing his, coaxing him open. Zhao Yan groaned low, hands sliding to her waist and dragging her up onto the bed.
She straddled his hips; the silk rode high on her thighs. Her core pressed hot and damp against the hardening length beneath his sleep pants. She rocked gently, grinding down, pulling a sharp hiss from between his teeth.
*Young Master is this hard… for me?* she thought, a quiet joy blooming in her chest. *After all these years alone, raising Xiaohan without a father's help… this feels like reclaiming something stolen.*
Her fingers worked the drawstring of his pants, tugging them down until his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veins standing out along the shaft, the swollen head already glistening with precum.
Gu Yufei wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Her thumb circled the sensitive ridge beneath the head, spreading the slick bead that welled from the slit. Zhao Yan's hips jerked.
"Fuck…" he muttered, head falling back.
She leaned close, breath hot against his ear. "Young master leave it to me!"
Before he could answer, she slid lower, settling between his thighs. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the slit, collecting the salty drop. Then she took him into her mouth—slowly, inch by inch—lips stretching wide around his girth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking gently as she bobbed, tongue swirling along the underside, tracing every pulsing vein.
Zhao Yan's hand fisted lightly in her hair—not forcing, simply holding. "Shit… just like that…"
She hummed around him; the vibration shot straight to his balls. One hand cupped them, rolling gently, while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. Saliva glistened on his shaft, dripping down. She pulled off with a wet pop, stroked him fast and slick, then dove back down, taking him to the back of her throat until her nose brushed his pelvis. She gagged slightly but pushed through, throat tightening around him like a velvet glove.
He groaned, hips twitching. "Enough—come here."
He pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. The nightdress was bunched at her waist now, exposing her completely. No panties. Her pussy was already swollen and slick—pink folds shining, clit peeking out, begging. The faint stretch marks on her lower belly from carrying Xiaohan only made her more alluring, a testament to her strength.
Zhao Yan spread her thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue through her slit in one long, slow stroke. Gu Yufei cried out, back arching sharply.
"Aaah—Young Master—!"
"So wet already," he murmured against her. "You taste fucking perfect. Sweeter than I imagined."
He circled her clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips, flicking rapidly. Two fingers slid inside her—tight, hot, fluttering. He curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot until her thighs shook. A third finger joined, stretching her further, scissoring to open her up while his tongue lashed her clit mercilessly.
"Young Master—please—" Her hands clutched his hair, hips grinding against his face. "I need you… inside me… ahh,hmm!"
He rose over her, cock throbbing, slick with her saliva and his own precum. He notched the head at her entrance, rubbing it through her folds, coating himself in her wetness. Teasing her clit with the tip until she whimpered.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and glassy with need.
He pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch—stretching her open. Gu Yufei gasped, nails biting into his shoulders. Her walls clenched around him, hot and silky, pulling him deeper. Not a virgin's tightness, but the welcoming grip of a woman who knew pleasure's edge, even if her only experience had been tainted.
"Ahhh… hnn… so good…"
For the first time in her life she felt so good—just fullness, heat, and a building ecstasy that made her toes curl.
"So tight," he growled, bottoming out. His balls pressed flush against her ass. "Like you were made for this cock."
She whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist. "Young Master… ahhh… so deep… fuck me, please!"
He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in—hard. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet room. He set a punishing rhythm—deep, relentless thrusts that stole the air from her lungs. Her breasts bounced beneath the silk with each impact, nipples dark and straining. He ripped the nightdress open, exposing them fully, and latched onto one peak, sucking hard while pinching the other.
Gu Yufei sobbed, her body on fire. "Harder—yes, like that! Ahh!"
Zhao Yan hooked one leg over his elbow, spreading her wider. The new angle dragged his pelvis against her clit with every stroke. He pounded into her, the bed creaking under the force, his cock hitting depths that made stars burst behind her eyes. She met his thrusts, hips lifting, grinding back with desperate hunger.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, voice rough.
Her fingers flew to her clit, rubbing frantic circles. "I'm—I'm going to—"
"Come on my cock," he growled, pounding harder, faster. "Squeeze me dry, you slutty little mother."
She shattered—back arching, a broken cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, pulsing, milking him. Wetness gushed, squirting around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets in a hot flood.
Zhao Yan fucked her through the spasms—short, brutal thrusts—prolonging her orgasm until she trembled uncontrollably. But he didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until she was on all fours. "Not done yet. Ass up, face down."
Gu Yufei complied eagerly, pressing her cheek to the pillow, arching her back to present herself. Her ass jiggled invitingly, pussy dripping and open from his earlier assault.
He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint, then plunged back in from behind. This position let him go even deeper, his cock bullying her cervix with every savage thrust. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, fucking her like an animal. The sound of his balls slapping her clit filled the room, wet and obscene.
"Ahh—Young Master! Too deep—fuck, yes!" she wailed, pushing back, her walls fluttering again.
He reached around, fingers finding her clit and pinching it roughly. "Come again. I want to feel you break on my dick."
She did—screaming into the pillow, body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Her juices sprayed, coating his thighs.
Zhao Yan groaned, the pressure building. He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back again. "Ride me. Show me how much you want this."
Gu Yufei straddled him, still shaking from aftershocks. She positioned his cock at her entrance and sank down, impaling herself fully in one smooth motion. "Ahh… so full…"
She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, then started bouncing—up and down, fast and hard. Her breasts swayed hypnotically; he captured them, kneading roughly, twisting her nipples until she moaned.
"Faster," he ordered, thrusting up to meet her.
She obeyed, riding him wildly, her ass slapping against his thighs. Sweat glistened on her skin, hair wild around her face. One hand braced on his chest, the other reached back to fondle his balls, rolling them as she clenched her inner muscles.
"Fuck—yes, just like that," he grunted.
Her pace faltered as another climax built. "Young Master—I'm coming again—!"
He sat up, wrapping arms around her, and took over—bouncing her on his cock while sucking marks into her neck. She came undone, nails raking his back, pussy spasming in waves.
Finally, the pressure snapped for him. He buried deep, cock jerking as he came, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. Rope after rope painted her insides, overflowing and dripping down his shaft.
They collapsed together, panting. But Zhao Yan wasn't finished. After a brief respite, he rolled her onto her side, lifting one leg high. "One more. I want you sore tomorrow."
He slid back in, fucking her sideways with slow, grinding thrusts that hit every sensitive spot. She whimpered, oversensitive but craving more. His hand snaked down to rub her clit in time with his strokes.
"Beg for it," he demanded.
"Please—Young Master—fill me again! Make me yours!" she gasped.
He accelerated, pounding until she climaxed once more, weaker but still intense. He followed soon after, adding another load to the mess inside her.
They lay tangled, exhausted. Gu Yufei curled against his chest, tears of release streaking her cheeks.
"…Young Master," she whispered, pressing soft, grateful kisses along his collarbone. "Finally… with my Young Master. You've given me what I've needed for so long."
Zhao Yan stared at the ceiling, heart still thundering.
*Revenge tastes sweeter than I imagined,* he thought, arm tightening around her. *Ye Chen… your woman is mine tonight. And every night after, if I play this right. Hehehe.*
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