The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 12

“Such a slut.” Huan Jin’s brows snapped together; his face went cold as he swatted her ass—not too light, not too hard. “Spread that cunt and show me how wet you are.”

Shen Chiying blinked, dazed, thick lashes trembling—she truly didn’t know why the man’s face had turned so suddenly.

Candlelight wavered in the hall, casting their interlaced shadows.

After a beat of hesitation, she drew up her legs and opened them wide, baring her dripping flower to him completely.

“Look, Your Majesty—it’s really so wet…”

Huan Jin reached out and toyed with her, his fingertips often grazing the swollen, protruding nub of her cl!t.

The teased rim of her hole fluttered and puckered like a little hungry mouth, juices surging.

“A body this wanton won’t do,” Huan Jin said out of nowhere, cool and flat. “I cannot favor you like this forever.”

“How can you not?” Shen Chiying tipped up her face, eyes liquid as if brimming with spring water, red lips pouting as she wheedled. “Your Majesty clearly promised to keep me as your only one…”

Huan Jin’s mouth tugged in a cold smile. “Those were not my exact words, if I recall?”

Silence dropped in the curtained bed. Shen Chiying’s breath snagged.

On their wedding night, she had once more held the life-saving debt over his head, begging him not to take concubines until she had borne the legitimate first son.

What Huan Jin had said then was—“The succession strife of the Jianyuan and Hongchu reigns is still vivid before us. I’ve no wish to produce concubine-born children.”

He had never promised to favor her alone…

A chill ran through Shen Chiying’s heart; the unease that had piled up in her since awakening to the book’s plot surged all at once to the surface.

She should have known: the male lead might be blinded by a misunderstanding for a time by a vicious supporting girl like her, but the one he would ultimately give his heart to would be the gentle, clever heroine.

“I don’t care!” She dove into the man’s arms, a spoiled, stubborn lilt in her voice. “At least let me conceive a child first. As for what happens later… we’ll talk later!”

With that, she huffed and yanked down the man’s sleep pants. Freed of restraint, the thick c0ck sprang up, and she climbed on at once.

“But of course.” Huan Jin’s gaze deepened; he even obligingly steadied his shaft and nudged open the pink, sopping entrance between her thighs.

The fierce fullness hit; an ache streaked through her core. Shen Chiying trembled and let a sweet cry escape. “Nn—Your Majesty, gentle…”

He’d barely gotten halfway in and that greedy pvssy was already wringing him. A shiver of pleasure ran through Huan Jin’s lower back; he wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the root and fvck her wide open, long and hard.

He slid an arm around her and drew her tight, large palm gripping her soft waist to press her down.

The hard, iron-thick rod shouldered through layer on layer of tight, constricting flesh, driving deeper and deeper until it kissed her cervix.

“So full… ngh…” Shen Chiying whimpered, neck arched as her breath went quick; her lower belly tightened on its own.

Huan Jin groaned low, squeezed by her, then dipped and nipped her soft cheek, his voice gone hoarse with thick desire. “Relax. Do you mean to snap me in two?”

“Hiss…” Shen Chiying winced; her dark brows pinched, and she shot him a damp-eyed, aggrieved look. “Your Majesty bit me again!”

The man only grew worse. He didn’t just bite at the pale side of her neck; his hips piledrived without pause—deeper, heavier, merciless.

He was thick and long; the hard crown battered the hidden bud at the end of her flower path until it spasmed wildly, obscene wet sounds gurgling up.

Needling waves of pleasure spread through every limb and bone. Shen Chiying twisted her waist, trying to squirm away. “Ah—ah—no… slower, wait—”

He turned a deaf ear. He pushed her down flat, caught her ankles and shoved them up so she had to hug her knees.

Sharp slap-slap echoed off the bed; her snow-white little ass bloomed with stinging red prints, and the two perky, swollen tits on her chest quivered with every deep thrust.

Heat flared in Huan Jin’s eyes. He bent and took those rosy n1pples into his mouth one after the other, sucking until the little buds were swollen and hard, and still didn’t let go.

With her br3asts devoured and her pvssy fucked through, Shen Chiying sobbed and cried out, shuddering as a fine spray of fluid pattered out beneath her.

Her already snug honey-cave clenched again and again. Blistering, bone-melting pleasure burst from Huan Jin’s tailbone; his eyes burned red, his jawline taut.

It had been days since he’d let go—especially after that last time was cut off halfway by Qi Yan. He no longer bothered to force back the urge to spill.

He shifted angle and hammered a few hundred brutal strokes; then, driving to the deepest part of her channel, he came in a long, flooding rush.

Even as he came, he ground hard against her cervix, making Shen Chiying shudder into another small death.

His pent-up seed poured in a great, rich wash; her flower chamber was filled to brimming. Huan Jin was about to pull out when the girl beneath him locked herself around him.

“Don’t go, Your Majesty—I still want…” Shen Chiying panted, voice gone soft and pleading. “Cum a little more for me—maybe it’ll be easier to conceive the dragon’s child…”

A flush of lush rose ran over her whole body—tear-streaked face, scented sweat, disheveled hair clinging to her cheeks; her apricot eyes were so sultry they looked ready to drip.

Huan Jin lowered his gaze to their messy, wetly joined flesh; his throat went dry enough to smoke. “Are you sure—you can take it?”

Shen Chiying nodded like a pecking bird. “Yes!”

Yet before the man could answer, her own eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties; she couldn’t keep them open another second.

Huan Jin almost laughed in exasperation.

Dawn was a little more than an hour away. He simply found a comfortable position and lay down; the two of them faced each other on their sides, joined tight below.

Even after just one release, the thick shaft buried deep in the girl stayed hard. But he’d been grinding through state affairs for days with no real rest; with soft, warm jade in his arms at last, he drifted, rare, into deep sleep.

At noon the next day, the Dragon Boat banquet at the Fragrant Islet Pavilion.

With military matters urgent, the emperor did not appear. As empress, Shen Chiying could not be absent.

At the banquet, she finally understood why Huan Jin had insisted on making the donation in her name last night.