報復 Bàofù V: Atonement: Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms Fanfiction Chapter 5 NSFW

The Forbidden City

Shao Wan~

The lively scene of birds playing shook in her tensed hand. Vibrant colors swished more than swirling as the soft green, and bold fuchsia silk fan wavered to and fro erratically. Every anger-fueled flip of her wrist caused Shao Wan’s golden and jade bracelets to make clamorous clinking sounds and produce loud jingles. Every agitated sway of her fan blinded the servants when her jewelry caught the sunlight before ricocheting different shaded flashes from the many rubies, sapphires, and diamonds on her heavily ringed fingers when her hand moved in and out of the shading umbrella’s range.

There wasn’t any need for the fan other than it being decorative since it was a mildly tempered day, and her servant’s umbrella held high above kept the sunlight off her fair complexion. Yet, Shao Wan felt profoundly scorched, downright burning up inside. The primary source of her overheating and vexation was the swift manner in which the new Empress’s palace was currently under construction.

“What a waste of valuable resources and staffing.” Shao Wan grumbled under her breath, but it was audible enough for the attendant to hear. They all listened and eagerly nodded in agreement with their mistress when she complained, “Bai Qian isn’t even the Princess Consort yet, let alone the Empress. All this fanfare for a nobody is sheer stupidity.” She fanned herself harder, growing more annoyed when it failed to relieve her inner heat; instead, it circulated the atmosphere around them, making the pungent smell of wet paint coming from within the palace walls intensify.

Consort Chung said Master Painter Hui Le was decorating the silken walls personally with intricate butterflies in every color of the rainbow one by one per Mo Yuan’s orders. One look judging by the busy apprentices from the royal artisan department carefully mixing expensive pigments like the azure blue and royal purple for their renown Shifu confirmed those tales were not idle talks within the harem. It was factual, and this made Shao Wan grind her teeth.

How profoundly she despised a girl, she had yet to meet!

It hadn’t been just Shao Wan alone. All the other members of the inner court, from servants to the serving females with formal titles, had been watching the quick progress of the building, noting the grandeur and priceless materials used for Duke Bai’s daughter’s residence were highly excessive. All the women had unanimously agreed, such excess for the intended party was like putting a luminous pearl necklace on a swine. It was such mockery and waste! Especially considering everything would have to be remodeled when the Bai girl returned home without a pulse.

Even if by some freak of nature, the girl did make it to the capital alive. Joseon raised, Bai Qian was supposedly the opposite of Shao Wan’s beautiful self. They described her as ugly, and an uncomely, simpleton physically built like a flatchested boy. She grew up without formal education in proper society, living like a Buddhist nun in the rural Joseon mountains. How would a prude country bumpkin like her possibly know how to please a man like Mo Yuan entirely in bed? If only she could give birth to the first male heir, First Prince in the harem, Shao Wan’s position would be undisputable.

“Luli,” Without taking her eyes off the bustling painters, Shao Wan spoke informally and ordered the servant holding the shading umbrella, “Return to my palace and take My Crown Prince a bowl of walnut soup I made this morning. Serve him personally. Inform our lord that I’m worried he’s overworking himself.”

Mo Yuan~

Since childhood, distinctly, after our royal father fell ill, my life could be described by one word, and that single word is predictable. As long as I can recall, every morning started with light breakfast alone or with Ye Hua whenever possible. After the morning meal, Lord Bai verifies royal father’s state, then plunging headfirst into my predestined role is the best way to describe my ways.

First, it is the written demands, so many bloody reports, everyone has complaints. Everyone feels entitled. Everyone wants something in return for their loyalty. The rich want more and more while the commoners go hungry. I usually read any correspondence from the Bai family members because their accounts are about our nation and our people, not themselves. A perfect example, the western region has been suffering due to the drought. Lord Bai’s first son, General Bai Yi, who resides in that providence, has opened his personal provisions and grain storage to share with those in need. His entire household has voluntarily cut back to one meal a day, even the children, so they have more to dispense to the commoners.

Their family is superior, even at times mystical. According to one of royal father’s ramblings, he stated none of the Bai males have ever worn chainmail under their armor or fallen in battle because the God of War protects and blessed them, himself. What would our great nation do without the Bai household? If only other noble families would follow suit and lead by such fine example instead of bickering over minor matters like girls fighting over a doll? I understand royal father’s great desire to put a Bai on the Emperor’s throne. He once said a Bai Emperor would bring peace to our land for hundreds of years. Since I’m marrying Bai Qian, I can only surmise this heroic King of all Emperors would be my… our unborn son.

“Crown Prince, Imperial Consort Wan’s maid Luli, is here with some walnut soup.” My senior eunuch whispers, holding his head low, curved at the waist, and his hands hidden in the belled sleeves of his green garment.

“Tell her to come in, and don’t let anyone else bother us until I say so.” I hear myself reply somberly. The nine strands of perfectly uniformed pearls on my crown gently sway above my eyebrows when I place the report from the western border aside.

I’m watching the petite maidservant scurry into my working office before kneeling before me with the tray carrying a large serving container of nutty soup, enough to serve eight, high above her head. This little servant with the tiny pink bows in her bunned hair is both mousy and oddly cute.

I must be bored because I feel like toying with her a bit. Here I am, silently watching for at least five, six minutes without speaking a word until her slender arms begin to shake from the cumbersome weight but not a peep from her. Impressive. Her tenacity is making me hard. Women who act weak and incapable make my dick soft. They bore me.

“Put it down on my desk and come closer to me.” Shifting away from my desk with a subtle push until the young girl kneels inches in front of me. “My Wan’er is so…” I pause as if to quell my emotions, “All these years she’s known me since we were children, yet that cleverly cunning mind of hers still hasn’t figured out that I prefer almond soup. She’s the one who loves walnut soup. Not me.”

I haven’t raised my voice, but I’ve managed to scare the servant. How do I know? Her lips are starting to tremble, and I like that. It arouses me more because I know how to make her lips wobble violently, and I’m going to show her too. 

The tip of my index finger touches her face, not at all gently, before I shove it deep into her mouth, withdraw and reinsert my finger before rubbing the saliva on her cheek. “Your name is Luli? So Luli, what has Wan’er been doing these days? What keeps her busy? Tell me.”

She can’t look into my eyes because she’s lying. “Imperial Consort Wan has been.. stitching for you and teaching the others through her actions, how to be better serve you.” She’s flustered. The blushing girl, answering too automatically while wringing her hands in her lap, who had me hard a moment before, is starting to bore me like the rest.

I’ll give her another chance. I sense she needs a bit more persuasion. Shoving my index and third fingers into her mouth to slowly penetrate her gaped mouth, I ask again, “Luli, tell me, what is Wan’er planning to do to my intended Princess Consort Bai Qian?” 

Harshly, I jerk my fingers out of her mouth, noting how her closed eyes popped open and how needy the airy exhalation of want that escaped from her greedy lips sounded to my ears. Also, when she opened her eyes, they intuitively darted to my groin hungrily. 

This servant wants to please me… how typical. Women aren’t as pure as they’re always pretending to be. All the women in my harem are the same, predictable, but they serve a purpose as this little one will also. 

Roughly I grab Luli by the hair while undoing my pants and releasing my erect phallus. Face flushed with desire and embarrassment. She’s wildly blushing so that I can sense the heat radiating from her, but there isn’t any resistance when I slap my thickened cock across her soft face with a few snapping swipes leaving a shiny snail trail of precum and her saliva across her face.

I call this tactic ‘feeding the kitten or providing motivation.’ 

Success, she’s starting to talk. Luli seems to understand this game. “Imperial Consort Wan has been turning the others against Bai Qian by bringing up how uneducated and ugly the little princess is supposed to be. She said Bai Qian wouldn’t make it to the capital alive because her father would not allow a Bai to stand in his way of putting a Shao in the Emperor throne.” The girl confesses, so I reward her by pushing my cock deep down her throat.

Using one of her hair buns as a rein, I control her bobbing head movements. She can’t take much, but she’s trying to take more. Close to half my length, I forcibly shove and hold her face down and use my free hand to jerk myself off from the base of my shaft. 

I hear her gagging, choking, but she’s not fighting me. She’s moaning around my swollen flesh, and I relish those muffled sounds of a face fucking.. oral pleasure. I close my eyes, allowing my thoughts to wander while enjoying the warm sensation of a female’s mouth wrapped around my needy sex and the slick wetness of her drooling all over my cum-filled balls.

My stroking hand moves faster with more pressure as a picture of a beautiful young maiden dressed in cherry red with jet black hair takes over my mind. Her dark, dancing eyes, cute matching dimples, and mischievous smile make my cock throb and twitch. 

Bai Qian’s face fills my head. Not many have, but I’ve seen the mystery girl. Her mother, Duchess Meixie, had a portrait created on her fourteenth birthday, and that picture has filled in my brain and curiosity. Now her face is causing me to shoot my hot load down the gagging servant’s throat.

‘Qian’er,’ Her name remains on the tip of my tongue like an unspoken prayer. Groaning with my head dropped, I feel my spent cock squirting the last ropes of my seed and wonder what will it feel like when I’m balls deep, filling sweet little Bai Qian with my cum? I’m thinking about our wedding night and how I will have my way with her repeatedly.

I’m not an expressive man, but that lustful thought does make me smile as I reach behind me and present two separate packages on my desk. One has gold. All servants are forever in need of funds and monies for their loved ones and families outside the palace. 

“I’ll send double this amount to your maiden house every month as long as you are one of my people within Imperial Consort’s inner circle. I want to know what Wan’er is eating, drinking, doing, thinking, who visits her, what they discuss more so if it has anything to do with Bai Qian. Serve me well and tell me everything, and one day I’ll make you a concubine.”

Tossing the other package, I explain in my most persuasive voice, “Put a pill in Imperial Consort Wan’s morning tea every morning, double the dose if I’ve spent the night with her. It’s a fertility medicine for my darling. I know how much she longs to have the first child and I merely want to help her without adding additional pressure on her.” I lie since trust is an issue. 

This maid is one of the newer ones, and I wonder would an ordinary servant like she understand blue blood and proper breeding? 

I may have taken Shao Wan as my Imperial Consort and allowed her to run the harem interim but decided long ago. My first child, preferably all my children if possible, will be with my Empress, Bai Qian. “Luli, if Wan’er finds out about you and I, what will you do for me? For us?” I ask casually.

“I’ll bite my tongue off and kill myself for you.” She gushes adoringly, sounding lovesick. “Good girl, now you sneak out the back way, so nobody sees you,” I answer before returning to my task at hand, an endless collection of documents.

To be continued...

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