[H] Who Says the Eunuch Can't Attack - Chapter 5

Yang Qing was quite pleased with Shen Zi’an’s obedience and suppressed his own arousal, instead gently kneading Shen Zi’an’s hand in a way that held ambiguous meaning. Shen Zi’an, eyes cast down, didn’t dare to look directly at Yang Qing. Yang Qing, holding the youth’s childlike hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and without giving Shen Zi’an any chance to escape, he bluntly asked:

“Have you been taking the medicine I sent you properly?”

Shen Zi’an nervously responded, “I’ve… I’ve taken it.”

Yang Qing didn’t press further. He let go of Shen Zi’an’s hand, pulled out a chamber pot from the luggage, and, unembarrassed by Shen Zi’an’s presence, he undid his trousers and began to urinate. After shaking off the last drops, he was about to pull his pants back up when Shen Zi’an, driven by curiosity, moved closer to inspect his lower body. Yang Qing quickly adjusted his clothing, cutting short Shen Zi’an’s scrutiny.

They traveled in silence to the villa. Once there, Yang Qing led Shen Zi’an from the carriage through the porch straight to the inner room, where he dropped his stoic facade and pulled Shen Zi’an into a fierce embrace, kissing him passionately. Nearby, Prince Qing was bent over a table with Xie Yao wielding a jade Ruyi fiercely upon him, while mocking Shen Zi’an, “Yo, the little top scholar has been brought back by Supervisor Yang? Has your hair grown in? Can you take it lying down?”

Releasing Shen Zi’an, Yang Qing instructed him to undress and turned to fetch a short leather whip. Approaching the table where Prince Qing was moaning with the Ruyi still inside him, Yang Qing mercilessly lashed at the exposed part, ignoring Prince Qing’s pleas and coldly said, “Since Prince Qing now prefers women, I will no longer attend to your desires. From now on, you may pretend you do not know me. I will request His Majesty to arrange a marriage for you, to ensure you have an heir sooner rather than later.”

Prince Qing, overcoming the pain, defiantly argued, “I merely slept with a maid! You—jealous eunuch! I demand your service!”

Xie Yao abruptly withdrew the Ruyi, causing Prince Qing to collapse back onto the table, his tender flesh blooming like a blood-red flower. Xie Yao mocked, “Indeed, you are a prince. You sleep with four or five maids in a night, and nobody questions it. But remember the vow you made with my Yang, ‘Only you in this life, if another, I’d rather die.’ Do you remember?”

Caught up in pain, Prince Qing couldn’t focus on Yang Qing’s approach. Yang Qing took the Ruyi, reinserted it with patience, and spoke, “If His Highness had used the clean women I picked for you, I wouldn’t mind. But you chose to indulge with the diseased women sent by Prince Yi, forcing me to sever ties with you. Do not seek me out in the future; enjoy your pleasures while you can.”

After dealing with Prince Qing, Yang Qing, Shen Zi’an, and Xie Yao walked through a side door across the back garden to a hot spring to bathe.

Once refreshed from their bath, Xie Yao lazily led them through a bamboo grove to the true sleeping quarters. After shutting the door and lighting an oil lamp, the vast canopy bed was brightly illuminated. Yang Qing removed his robe, shared a deep kiss with Xie Yao, then slapped Shen Zi’an’s buttocks and pushed his head toward his groin, commanding, “You wanted to see, didn’t you? Take a good look at what cherishes and loves you.”

Shen Zi’an cradled the impressive member, studying the empty scrotum beneath, filled with doubts. He glanced down at his own modestly covered root and felt utterly powerless.

However, Yang Qing was too preoccupied to consider Shen Zi’an’s discomfort. Lifting the bed’s side panel, he retrieved a mechanism that helped Xie Yao adjust a self-moving jade dildo, preparing his for enjoyment. After kneading his firm buttocks, he asked with interest, “Which ones do you want to play with today?”

Xie Yao dismissed Yang Qing’s hand, pointing at Shen Zi’an and suggesting, “The little scholar visits so rarely, shouldn’t we let him have some fun?”

Yang Qing then turned his full attention to Shen Zi’an, prying open his mouth to take in his head, while caressing the youth’s chin, casually explaining, “You’re fortunate, young master. My size isn’t something ordinary men can match. Even if you hadn’t been castrated, you wouldn’t have grown half as big as your master. Besides, you don’t need that little thing for pleasure, so keep the cloth on. It reminds you of your place. Don’t end up confused like Prince Qing, thinking that just because you have something to thrust into a woman with, you can do as you please. Be a good little prince for your master, and I’ll cherish you.”

With Yang Qing’s member in his mouth, Shen Zi’an felt discomfort but not disgust, thanks to the fragrance and Yang’s distinctive musky scent. Yet, he still resisted the restrictive cloth on his member, quickly licking Yang’s flesh before looking up submissively to plead, “I won’t misbehave, but the binding on my root is unbearable and I can’t clean it. Could you please remove it and replace it?”

Yang Qing stroked Shen Zi’an’s bound root, which had shrunk further after months of confinement, and turned to ask Xie Yao, “Officer Xie, you were the one who suggested replacing the knife with cloth to preserve this little thing. What do you say, can we remove it?”

Relaxing from his enjoyment of the new toy, Xie Yao lazily answered, “Go ahead, remove it. That cloth really isn’t convenient. Given that Young Master Shen now frequents the secretariat, it’d be hard to explain if someone saw him adjusting it. Perhaps it’s better to replace it with that new piece of dragon tendon, bind it tightly for a few more years until his body matures, then we can release it.”

Yang Qing nodded, holding Shen Zi’an close and spreading his legs towards Xie Yao. Xie Yao produced a small knife, skillfully sliced through the cloth, and flicked Shen Zi’an’s delicate member free. He then fetched a pale yellow cylindrical device, swiftly placed it around Shen Zi’an’s root, and applied a flesh-colored ointment from a porcelain jar. Instantly, Shen Zi’an’s groin appeared to have the size of a normal youth.

Satisfied with Xie Yao’s work, Yang Qing no longer held back. He flipped Shen Zi’an around, sealed his surprised cry with a kiss, and thrust deeply into the tight warmth. Pleased by the sensation, he rhythmically targeted sensitive spots, his hands igniting fires on Shen Zi’an’s increasingly sensitive hips and chest until Shen Zi’an, devoid of dignity, sobbed and begged for mercy.

Yang Qing, not greedy, satisfied himself with one climax and then let the exhausted Shen Zi’an rest, covered him with a blanket, and turned to entangle with Xie Yao. Xie Yao’s greed wasn’t satisfied with just Yang Qing’s large member; he stuffed a string of large pearls into herself before allowing him inside, and the two continued wildly until late into the night. Yang Qing eventually lay down with Shen Zi’an, sleeping a few hours before rising early to attend to the young emperor.

Ever since his declaration of love, the young emperor had become increasingly bold, daily donning translucent silk to seductively tempt Yang Qing. Irritated, Yang Qing assigned several young eunuchs to attend to him, but the young emperor found various excuses to execute them, initially justifiable as incompetence, but as the executions accumulated, the Cabinet began to suspect the young emperor’s temperament.

Yang Qing, tired of these complicated matters, managed Eastern Depot affairs and discussed policies with the Cabinet daily before leaving the palace to return home, often picking up Shen Zi’an from the secretariat to bring him home. The Shen family, now firmly behind Prince Yi and busy plotting major moves, paid little attention to the fourth young master. Yang Qing, not in a hurry, took Shen Zi’an back to the villa each day, feeding him bird’s nest and sea cucumber to nourish the youth’s body. The treatments intensified the light pink hue of Shen Zi’an’s most cherished parts to a vibrant peony red.

One day after settling his duties, Yang Qing brought Shen Zi’an back to the villa, feeding him honeyed sea cucumber himself before bed as usual. But that night, Shen Zi’an awkwardly shielded his chest, twisting to prevent Yang Qing from touching it. Aware that his months of tonic treatments were taking effect, Yang Qing firmly tied Shen Zi’an’s hands to the bedpost and leaned down to lick his left breast, confirming the presence of a quail egg-sized lump.

Shen Zi’an, crying, pleaded, “Master, I’m ill. My chest has been hurting. I fear I don’t have long to live. I don’t want to be buried in the Shen family tomb. After I pass, could you move me elsewhere?”

Yang Qing, cradling Shen Zi’an’s face and wiping away his tears, gently explained, “You’re not ill, my child. Like some other eunuchs, you’ve simply developed small breasts due to the hormonal changes from your castration. It’s very common and quite endearing. Remember Wang Gegao? His sword slave was castrated young and developed delicate breasts that won Wang’s favor. Don’t be afraid, Shen Zi’an. I have already prepared soft garments for you. If you avoid touching your breasts, they won’t hurt.”

Shen Zi’an, sobbing, struggled to accept his changed body, protesting, “Impossible, how could I, a man, develop breasts?”

Yang Qing, satisfied with the development, pinched Shen Zi’an’s scrotum, dispelling his last illusions. “You are my little eunuch, and I adore even these new changes. Have you forgotten your place? Don’t you recognize you’re just a little eunuch now?”

Fearing to anger Yang Qing, Shen Zi’an could only deny any misbehavior, eventually giving in to Yang Qing’s provocations. He presented his sensitive areas to Yang Qing, who played with them expertly. Although Shen Zi’an couldn’t accept his budding breasts, the sensitivity sparked his rare desires as a eunuch. Writhing in bed, his lower body ached with emptiness, which Yang Qing addressed by tightly wrapping the small device, teasing, “Is my little saucy eunuch feeling bitchy, wagging his tail so lewdly?”

Blushing, Shen Zi’an initially wanted to protest but remembering the hardships from his shyness, he discarded his dignity and responded earnestly, “Yes, I am bitch. Please love your saucy eunuch.”

Yang Qing spread Shen Zi’an’s legs and aligned himself at the entrance of his orifice, demanding, “Do you want your eunuch master’s manhood?”

“Yes, master, I want your manhood. Please come in,” Shen Zi’an begged.

Yang Qing then satisfied himself thoroughly, penetrating the tight space and suckling on the sensitive breasts. He continued his assault until he brought Shen Zi’an to climax, after which he secured a soft, comfortable chest garment for him the next morning, dressing him carefully before putting on his official attire.

From then on, Shen Zi’an dared not return to the Shen estate. After his duties, he would obediently enter Yang Qing’s carriage to live in the villa, subsisting on the nourishment prepared by Yang Qing. He tended to the barely noticeable breasts that Yang Qing so adored, laying obediently beneath Yang Qing each night, fulfilling his role as Yang Qing’s most cherished little saucy eunuch.