[H] Who Says the Eunuch Can't Attack - Extra 1

Shen Zi’an had lunch with his colleagues, a meal provided by the palace. Slipping away from the crowd, he went alone to the restroom, shut the door, lifted his robe, and took off his trousers, placing them on the rack. He touched his tiny, bound manhood, feeling somewhat wronged. He propped it up to aim at the chamber pot, took a deep breath, relaxed his sphincter, and endured the sudden pressure of the urine at the exit. He strained to urinate, his face turning red until he had emptied his bladder. He shook his small manhood and was about to reach for his trousers when a hot, large hand grabbed him.

Shen Zi’an was startled, his heart pounding, and in his panic, he tried to cover his unusual manhood and the testicle sack below, which held two horsehoof-shaped gold weights. But the hand followed closely, gripping his manhood and covering his mouth, its owner breathing hot air into his ear. Yang Qing’s magnetic voice pierced into Shen Zi’an’s ear.

“Why are you using this restroom again? Didn’t your husband tell you to use the one specifically for your husband in the future? What would we do if someone saw your naughty eunuch parts down there?”

Shen Zi’an nearly cried out, whimpering as he struggled. Yang Qing didn’t give him a chance, pinching his small manhood hard. The rigid manhood pressed against Shen Zi’an’s relatively tender buttocks. “Behave, and let your husband enjoy himself once, and I’ll let you go. If you disobey, I’ll keep you locked in the restroom all afternoon.” Shen Zi’an didn’t dare defy Yang Qing and stopped struggling, grabbing Yang Qing’s arm as he spread his buttocks and slowly entered him from behind. Yang Qing released his hand from Shen Zi’an’s mouth, reaching inside his robe to touch his smooth chest and kissed his earlobe, saying, “Stick your butt out, sink your waist down, relax your hole as your husband enters, and tighten when I pull out. Understand?”

“I understand, husband, please, be gentle, Zi’an can’t take your virility.”

Yang Qing buried his tip inside Shen Zi’an, kissed his smooth back, and very slowly rubbed against his inner gland. Shen Zi’an momentarily forgot Yang Qing’s instructions, tightened his muscles, and craved more of Yang Qing’s touches. Yang Qing smirked, then struck hard at the gland, satisfied only when the little thing was sticking up, then completely withdrew, shaking his own manhood vigorously before ejaculating on Shen Zi’an’s deformed testicle sack.

“You naughty thing, not obeying your husband. Put on your trousers and return to your duties, thinking about your husband’s manhood while you work on those old documents,” Yang Qing said, patting Shen Zi’an’s buttocks before picking up his trousers and leaving the restroom. Just having his desires stirred, Shen Zi’an was left behind by Yang Qing. With his face flushed, he put on his trousers and returned to his office distracted, sorting documents until it was time to leave. He avoided the court officials and hid in a corridor with a view of the palace gate, waiting for Yang Qing to leave the palace.

Unsure if Yang Qing did it on purpose, he appeared just before the gates were about to close. Pretending nothing happened, Shen Zi’an followed him out of the palace to the stables. When he saw that Yang Qing wasn’t planning to take him along, Shen Zi’an lowered his head and came forward, pulling at Yang Qing’s sleeve with a voice only the two of them could hear, “Husband~”

Yang Qing chuckled secretly, shaking off Shen Zi’an’s hand, feigning confusion, “What did you call me, Lord Shen?”

Shen Zi’an faltered, catching the smile at Yang Qing’s lips, bit his lip and blushed, “Husband~ I, I know I was wrong.”

Yang Qing grasped Shen Zi’an’s chin firmly, saying seriously, “In the future, in front of the servants, there’s no need to hide. Along with your page boy, they’re all from the Eastern Depot, and they all know that you are your husband’s naughty eunuch. Understand?”

Shen Zi’an hesitated, then nodded obediently, and Yang Qing allowed him into the carriage.

Returning to the courtyard Yang Qing used for his beloved consorts, Shen Zi’an’s page boy helped him down from the carriage but led him directly to the back courtyard. Shen Zi’an was puzzled, but the page boy explained bluntly, “Lord Supervisor instructed that the lady was not diligent today, no dinner will be served, and you must practice castration virtues for half an hour before returning to your master’s room.”

Saying this, he pulled Shen Zi’an into a secluded, dark room. Inside was a wooden stool with a small Jun ware bowl at one end, containing some liquid. The page boy stood Shen Zi’an in front of the stool and began to strip him, not waiting for Shen Zi’an’s refusal to also strip off his trousers, then instructed, “Please assume the position you served the master at noon.”

Reluctantly, Shen Zi’an complied, but because his posture wasn’t quite right, his manhood plunged mercilessly into the bowl’s liquid, quickly learning it wasn’t water. The mysterious liquid made his manhood itch unbearably, forcing him to properly stick out his buttocks. Still unsatisfied, the page boy took a willow switch and lashed at Shen Zi’an’s exposed opening, whipping as he lectured, “What is the primary duty of a castrated servant?”

Shen Zi’an shuddered in pain, his buttocks sinking, and his manhood again plunged into the itching medicine. He obediently stuck out his buttocks, enduring the discomfort and replied, “To obey all of the master’s commands and make the master happy.”

Another lash came, and the page boy asked, “Who are you?”

“I am Shen Zi’an.”

Snap! His privates suffered another dose of the medicine, nearly unbearable, “Wrong, you are not Shen Zi’an, who are you?”

“Ow, I, I am a little eunuch.”

Another whip, “Wrong, what are you to the Supervisor?”

“Pain, ow, I, no, I am, I am the husband’s naughty little eunuch.”

“Lady, you should refer to yourself as a concubine.”

“Concubine, this concubine is, is the husband’s naughty little eunuch.”

Satisfied, the page boy helped Shen Zi’an up, bowed, and advised, “Since you’ve submitted to Supervisor Yang, recognize your status from now on. Don’t rely on your status as a top scholar, serve the master well, and make him pleased with your service, which is the right path.” Then he brought a bright red wedding dress, dressing Shen Zi’an from inside out, summoned another boy to tie up Shen Zi’an’s long, glossy black hair into a high bun, placed a five-phoenix hairpin with pearls, and applied makeup before leading a hungry Shen Zi’an back to the main sleeping quarters.

Yang Qing took two wine cups, drinking with Shen Zi’an, then waved for steamed buns, feeding Shen Zi’an a bite before taking a bite himself. After clearing the food, he took out a newly updated family register from a jade-encrusted box, turned to his page, and pointed to a spot beside his name, saying, “This spot should bear the name of the palace maiden I’ve been with, but I wish to share it with you. Naughty thing, aren’t you going to write down your name?”

Shen Zi’an’s hand trembled, disbelievingly asking, “Husband, this, this is?”

Yang Qing smiled, saying, “This is the Grand Eunuch Record, like your family registers, keeping only the names of each eunuch and their partners, their lives, to be passed to the next head eunuch, so they know their predecessors’ names and deeds.”

Not daring to ask more, Shen Zi’an took the pen and obediently wrote down his name.

Yang Qing tidied up the register, then dismissed the servants, personally peeled off Shen Zi’an’s red clothes, took off the sleeping robe, and pulled Shen Zi’an by the head to his manhood, saying, “Take your husband’s manhood in your mouth, let your husband release inside.” Shen Zi’an obediently opened his mouth, taking the manhood and not hurriedly swallowing. Yang Qing held Shen Zi’an’s hair bun, occasionally toying with the pearls hanging from the phoenix hairpin, leisurely explaining, “In the past, when the Dachang emperors had some capabilities, even though they granted eunuchs palace maidens, they forbade the eunuchs from using the maidens’ parts for relief, so the eunuchs had to let the maidens serve with their mouths. Naughty little eunuch, you’re not good enough at this, I’ll spare you tonight, but you need to practice.”

Saying this, he no longer held back, releasing a clear, slightly fishy fluid into Shen Zi’an’s mouth.

After finishing, Yang Qing wasn’t in a rush, pressing Shen Zi’an to lie flat on the bed, pinching his small parts a bit, then grasped Shen Zi’an’s sack, touching the two horsehoof gold pieces grown into Shen Zi’an’s flesh, asking, “Do you like the betrothal gift your husband gave you?”

“Like it, the naughty eunuch likes this gift the most.”

Pleased, Yang Qing took a pair of small golden earrings from a jewelry box, compared them in front of Shen Zi’an, then pinched Shen Zi’an’s inverted nipples, piercing through the base of the nipples, touched the swollen nipples, listening to Shen Zi’an’s soft cries of pain, somewhat displeasedly scolded, “Your husband is giving you earrings, aren’t you happy? Stand up, stretch your chest over here, and let your husband put on the last one.”

Shen Zi’an hurriedly sat up, pressing his chest forward, trembling as the other nipple ring was inserted.

Yang Qing pierced both nipples with rings, then lifted Shen Zi’an, and began to move up and down on Shen Zi’an’s manhood, causing Shen Zi’an to cry out, burying his head in Yang Qing’s shoulder, whimpering for mercy, “Husband, there, it’s too big, concubine, mmm, ah, so big, so big, ah, this concubine, can’t take it anymore.”

Yang Qing kissed Shen Zi’an’s earlobe, saying, “Naughty thing can take it, relax more, let your husband go deeper.”

Shen Zi’an dared not resist, only opening his body further, pleading, “Concubine, ah, my stomach, ah, ah, mmm, mmm, mmm, it’s, concubine, going to be, mmm, mmm, broken by, ah, ah, by husband, mmm, how, ow, how come, compared to men, you’re, ah, even more powerful?”

Yang Qing, satisfied with gripping Shen Zi’an’s buttocks, said, “Because, I, haven’t touched a woman and spilled my seed, was castrated by that dog emperor. Unlike little eunuch Zi’an, whose little thing hadn’t developed before losing his balls, so he can only be taken by your husband. Understand?”

Shen Zi’an, tears streaming, dazed, said, “Concubine, mmm, oh, I really like, ah, really like husband, I really like husband’s, mmm, manhood, mmm, husband, I, I’m going to die, ah, ah, mmm, ah.”

Yang Qing increased his pace, climaxing with Shen Zi’an, then rested, breathing heavily, leaning on the bedpost. He took off Shen Zi’an’s disheveled hair bun and phoenix hairpin, tossing them aside, and caressed Shen Zi’an’s now loose, silky black hair, contentedly planning to completely claim Shen Zi’an.