[H] Who Says the Eunuch Can't Attack - Chapter 4

Shen Zi’an never imagined that one day he would become a neutered person, nor did he foresee being violated by a eunuch, reduced to a plaything within the confines of the forbidden palace. However, he had no chance to reclaim his dignity; the pain from his forcefully stretched orifice stripped him of his noble family’s pride, making him bow his head and beg for mercy.

“Master, it hurts, it really hurts,” Shen Zi’an pleaded.

Yang Qing touched the gold horseshoes encased in the scrotum, now marked with two pink scars, and kissed Shen Zi’an’s lightly reddened cheek, consoling the person beneath him in a scoundrel-like manner.

“Everyone I cherish feels pain the first time. Remember, Shen Zi’an, you now belong to Yang Qing—you can only be cherished and loved by me. If I ever discover you mingling with another man, or a woman, I might just cut off that useless little thing of yours and make a fresh dish to accompany my drink. Though I doubt it could bring any pleasure to a woman even when you grow up.”

Frightened and in pain, Shen Zi’an placed his hands on Yang Qing’s firm chest, sobbing in resignation.

“I won’t mix with others, I beg you to spare me, it hurts so much,” he whimpered.

Yang Qing, pinching Shen Zi’an’s childlike member, rubbed his sensitive tip relentlessly, enjoying the sensual pain in the youth’s cries yet refusing to let him go.

“Call me ‘husband,’ and I’ll pull out,” Yang Qing demanded.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Zi’an cast aside his last shred of pride and begged, “Please, husband, spare me.”

Satisfied with the response, Yang Qing however played a deceptive game. “How can I pull out when you’re clenching so tightly, my dear?”

Shen Zi’an, still naive and inexperienced, relaxed his body in pain, and Yang Qing partially withdrew only to thrust back in forcefully as soon as Shen Zi’an’s muscles relaxed, targeting the tender prostate and mixing pain with a strange sense of pleasure.

Unable to endure any longer, tears streamed down Shen Zi’an’s handsome face, and he began to beat on Yang Qing’s chest, crying out, “You bad man, filthy eunuch from the Eastern Depot, you lied, you said you would pull out, you liar! Just kill me!”

Yang Qing, enjoying the tight embrace of the contracting muscles trying to expel him, patiently educated his new lover, kissing the tear-streaked face and biting the cursing lips to steal the sweet nectar, while his movements became even more beastly.

“Shen Zi’an, you disobeyed, calling your husband a filthy eunuch. Aren’t you also a eunuch? Your scrotum still holds the gold I gave you, your bride price, not a man’s testicles. Should I cut it open and show you properly?”

Remembering the pain of being castrated, Shen Zi’an quickly grabbed Yang Qing’s arms, pleading, “I misspoke, please don’t be angry, husband, don’t cut open my scrotum, I’ll be good, please cherish me.”

Seeing the boy finally submissive, Yang Qing pinched his leg and thrust twice more, listening to the suppressed whimpers, dissatisfied, he demanded, “Good Shen Zi’an, don’t suppress yourself. Cry out for your husband; I like hearing it. Otherwise, I’ll throw you to the supervisors to learn with those other naughty eunuchs.”

Shen Zi’an, casting aside his shame, clung to Yang Qing’s neck and began to moan sweetly with each thrust, his voice unclear whether male or female, pleasing Yang Qing immensely. The tight, hot embrace around Yang Qing drove him to a pleasure he had never felt before, kissing the pretty pink nipples before a fierce thrust brought both to climax.

After resting together for a while, when Shen Zi’an came back to his senses, Yang Qing took out a jar of ointment from the hidden drawer of the canopy bed, scooped out a small amount, and while explaining, motioned for Shen Zi’an to swallow it.

“This is a secret palace medicine that makes your skin soft and your face as lovely as a peach blossom.”

Blushing, Shen Zi’an drank it down, but Yang Qing immediately took out another bottle. Without letting Shen Zi’an react, he flipped him over to expose the recently loved and swollen orifice, applying the clear, oily ointment evenly. He then inserted a quail egg-sized pill into Shen Zi’an’s body, pulling him back into his embrace to explain, “The rectum isn’t naturally meant for intimacy. Without proper medicinal care, when you grow old, you’ll end up like those lowly eunuchs who need a wooden sieve to plug their holes to prevent discharge. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Shen Zi’an shook his head vigorously, obediently agreeing.

Pleased, Yang Qing patted Shen Zi’an’s back, sat up, and had Shen Zi’an help him dress before carrying him to the carriage prepared by Xie Yao, returning to the house Xie Yao had set up.

When Xie Yao returned and saw Shen Zi’an in Yang Qing’s arms, he chuckled and teased Yang Qing for being so ruthless even to such a young child, “Are you planning to keep this little eunuch close to your heart?”

Shen Zi’an buried his face in Yang Qing’s chest, weeping softly about his uncertain future.

Yang Qing comforted Shen Zi’an while shooting a glare at Xie Yao, retorting sarcastically, “Officer Xie isn’t much better, having climbed into my bed when I was not even fifteen, introducing me to the pleasures of men.”

Not offended by the revelation, Xie Yao pulled Shen Zi’an’s face out to examine him and asked Yang Qing, “Is he well-trained now? What are you planning to turn him into?”

Yang Qing kissed Shen Zi’an’s forehead and calmly explained, “I plan to send him back to the Shen family after cleaning up their wayward eldest son, letting him continue his role as the fourth young master.”

Xie Yao rolled his eyes and laughed, “You’ve castrated him, and still, you want to pretend he’s a man?”

Yang Qing, looking nonchalant, responded, “There’s no record of it in the Eastern Depot. If you don’t say, and I don’t say, and as long as his trousers aren’t removed for a close inspection, who would know?”

Startled, Xie Yao reached to pull down Shen Zi’an’s trousers, but Shen Zi’an clutched at his pants and began to cry again.

Yang Qing knocked Xie Yao’s hands away and carried the youth into the inner room. When Xie Yao slipped into the bed canopy, Yang Qing soothed the youth, “Be good, this is your brother Xie Yao. You’ll be seeing a lot of each other, he’s just checking your health,” as he peeled off the youth’s clothes.

Xie Yao flicked the cloth-wrapped member, touched the scarred scrotum, and admired, “Eastern Depot craftsmanship is truly remarkable. What’s this bulge inside?”

Yang Qing smiled wryly and said, “A dowry.”

Not pursuing further, Xie Yao launched at Yang Qing, their kisses blurring the lines between them as Shen Zi’an watched, his face burning red, awkwardly pretending to be oblivious.

After their moment of intimacy, Xie Yao roughly stripped and reached for Yang Qing’s member, stroking it twice before inviting him for more.

Yang Qing, undressing Shen Zi’an completely, instructed, “Watch closely and learn well, you’ll be serving your husband in the future.”

As he pulled the restless Xie Yao to him, their actions entwined, they indulged once more, resting on the bed afterward, while Shen Zi’an watched the two youths, seeing his lifelong beliefs openly collapsing.

After resting, Yang Qing turned to the blushing, distracted Shen Zi’an, pulling him into his embrace, kissing his lips fiercely, while Xie Yao pulled out a jade dildo, inserting it within himself, and then lifted Shen Zi’an, guiding him to sit down and swallow half of Yang Qing’s member. Unable to go deeper, Shen Zi’an cried out in pain, but Yang Qing, not forcing him, lifted his hips and pleasured himself thoroughly, enjoying Shen Zi’an’s tearful moans until he was satisfied.

The three of them mingled in Xie Yao’s residence for months until Shen Zi’an’s scars turned from pink to pale, readying him to be sent back to the Eastern Depot. When all the scholars were released, Shen Zi’an was freed among them.

Yang Qing and Xie Yao proved far more reliable than the Shen family. Upon returning home, Shen Zi’an learned that his elder brother had been bedridden due to foul play. His parents urged him to study diligently for the upcoming examinations. After months of hard study, Shen Zi’an topped the exams, but did not relax, understanding the high price he had paid to retake the path of the imperial examinations and thus focused intently on preparing for the final test.

With the new prince recently crowned and the emperor still immersed in grief over Wan Zhen’er’s death, the Cabinet deliberated for a long time. Finally, Minister Liu decided to let the prince oversee the final examinations with Yang Qing supervising. Although the court had reservations about the Eastern Depot overseeing the exams, the emperor’s frailty and the generally upright conduct of the Eastern Depot over the years left them with little to criticize.

As Shen Zi’an sat for the final exam, seeing Yang Qing’s gentle smile from the supervising seats made him momentarily bashful. Shaking off his distracting thoughts, he focused on his papers. After completing the exams and returning home, he shut himself away, fearing Yang Qing might forcibly take him away.

But Yang Qing was much more honorable than Shen Zi’an imagined. After arranging everything for the new prince and selecting the top three candidates, he unveiled the papers praised by the Cabinet and saw Shen Zi’an’s name. His lips curled into a smile.

When Shen Zi’an received the news that he had ranked first, he was dizzy with disbelief. He thanked the emperor, participated in the celebratory banquet, and paraded through the streets with the second and third placers until evening before his family took him home.

Days later, dressed in official robes and meticulously recording the decisions discussed between the Cabinet and Yang Qing, Shen Zi’an realized that the eunuch he once called “husband” was more capable than most men.

Not long after the examinations, the emperor fell ill again, his condition worsening. Wang Zhi gave his remaining influence and connections to Yang Qing, who stayed by the emperor’s side until the end, carefully preparing the emperor for his final journey. After the emperor passed, Yang Qing, kneeling by his side, drank the prepared poison, holding the emperor’s hand as they departed this world together.

The ministers, having little affection for such an inept emperor, respectfully arranged a mediocre posthumous title and entombed him, unaware that Yang Qing had also placed Wang Zhi’s body in the tomb, ensuring they could rest together in death.

With the young prince now on the throne, Yang Qing’s power and influence reached new heights. The new emperor relied on him, and although Yang Qing hoped the young emperor would soon stand on his own, he couldn’t bear to see the emperor’s tears and thus reduced his time with his lovers to stay by the emperor’s side.

Everything changed the day the young emperor, in his nightclothes, clung to Yang Qing’s arm, dropped his trousers to reveal his erect member, and tearfully asked Yang Qing to call the physician. Realizing something was amiss, Yang Qing felt a jolt of wrongness.

The young emperor persisted, blushing as he directly stated, “Uncle Qing, I’ve seen you with Minister Xie, loving each other. I’m younger than Minister Xie. Uncle Qing, take me, I only want you.”

Yang Qing fled, unwilling to engage in such relations with the child he had watched grow up, even despairing slightly, understanding perhaps for the first time Wang Zhi’s perspective.

As he left the palace and encountered Shen Zi’an, a sudden impulse drove Yang Qing to respectfully invite Shen Zi’an into his carriage under the guise of important matters. Directing his servants to drive to a newly constructed villa, his eyes burning with an intense fire as he stared at the increasingly attractive Shen Zi’an, he didn’t wait for him to speak. Shen Zi’an leaned in close and softly said, “Husband…”