Chapter 13 (2/2)

She slowly walked to the platform and continued until she was beside Lan Ziyu. She thought he would order a eunuch to add another seat next to him, but the reality was more dreadful – he actually skidded a bit and patted at now free place on the throne right next to him. ”Come here.”

”Imperial Brother, that's not appropriate! This…” The way he looked at her was too scary. It felt as if he was defiling her with his mere gaze. If she sat next to him, she felt her scalp would go numb from cold s.h.i.+vers.

”Come here!” He smiled while staring at her. His expression turned dangerous like a whirlpool sucking her in and never letting her go. He was warning her that if she dared to refuse, the consequences would be very grave. Being in the mire of everyone's attention, she had no other choice but to comply.

Maybe it was due to the table in front of them or because of the elevated location of the throne, when sitting down, everything below the chest couldn't be seen. Therefore, as soon as Zhou Min sat down, Lan Ziyu hugged her waist without hesitation and wantonly caressed her plump meat incessantly.

His expression remained natural as he leaned to the side. He squinted his eyes, appearing as if he was in deep thought or engrossed in the dancing and singing below. However, only Zhou Min knew the truth as she experienced first-hand his roguish behavior. His hand, akin to a swift snake, had dug into her clothes and crept lowered below her waist, trailing along her b.u.t.tock, exploring with enthusiasm the denied forbidden land.

Zhou Min quivered in fear. Since she couldn't yank off the wandering hand, she grabbed it tightly and appealed to him in a low voice, ”Imperial Brother, don't…”

There was a difference between a martial arts pract.i.tioner and one who doesn't. With a slight move of his palm, he was able to free himself from Zhou Min's grip and now used both hands to caress that place he had long dreamt off ever since that night.

The soft sensation of her b.u.t.tock spread on his palm. He put a bit more strength as his fingers groped her perky and round posterior. His hands sank into her softness. Then, he stuck his thumb along her b.u.t.t crack and lightly rubbed. At times, he would slightly scratch it through the layers of clothing and parted the b.u.t.t cheeks further, slowly reaching deeper into her ravine, reaching for her hidden cavity.

The icy touch of the smooth fabric and his rough finger rub stirred his feeling of tenderness to his sister. As he caressed her, he discovered that she wasn't wearing underpants. He was overcome by shock, then by anger as he thought how she was strolling around without underpants. He felt jealousy as he remembered all those men looking at her. However, as he continued to molest her, the soft sensation of her flesh let him gave birth of the urge of punis.h.i.+ng this dissolute girl – He wanted to strip off her skirt, pushed her on the table and f.u.c.ked her hard.

”Hmph…” Lan Ziyu harrumphed lowly. Shortly, another soft sound was heard near him. This time, it could be described as more raspy and sweet. The moan originated from Zhou Min. At that proximity, he was able to pick up a faint floral scent, so subtle that it seemed elusive. However, at this time, the scent suddenly became heavier. His eyes brightened in realization. It's the same scent as that night!

It was an unforgettable scent which was eroding his reason at that moment. It was more potent than the most fierce aphrodisiac.

The fabric stretched by his tent was slightly wet. He felt as if his surroundings had blurred. He was lost in thoughts, recalling the charming and pet.i.te figure's nakedness; how her delicate body laid under him in disarray; her plump snowy peaks with the pink little cherries on top. He remembered how he sucked those cherries until they were swollen and red, not forgetting how he marked her of red to purple hickeys.

The fragrance lingered around his nose, becoming more concentrated and lasting.

He felt a burning heat flowing down to his abdomen, making his lower body grow stronger. He added more strength to his grope.

”Oh… Hmm…” Zhou Min repressed her moan. Despite her small voice and the noise in the hall, not many people noticed them, but there was still a few of them, in particular, those who practiced martial arts.

The man, who previously yielded his seat to her, appeared puzzled, but he didn't the concern in his expression. Zhou Min abruptly got up, but she fell back. However, her movements were too wide, she knocked against the table and made the cups clanked loudly. The sounds attracted everyone's attention, but Zhou Min was too preoccupied to pay heed to them. She bowed her head and saluted her brother. ”Your Imperial Sister is feeling unwell and will retreat first.”

She didn't wait for Lan Ziyu to respond as she turned around and rushed out of the hall like a terrified herbivore, too afraid that he would refuse. However, even after her figure disappeared at the entrance, Lan Ziyu remained silent. He was looking at his finger covered in a translucent and thick fluid.

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