The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 16

Though Huan Jin said nothing, his breath suddenly roughened with heat. The large hand cinched at her waist clamped tight; muscles in his arms swelled, veins standing out in cords.

“Ah…” Pain blanched Shen Chiying’s little face; tears welled in her apricot eyes, and her rosy lips trembled out a whimper. “It hurts!”

Huan Jin released her and lowered his gaze. On either side of that slim waist, livid red prints stood out starkly.

Something odd flickered through his chest, but the words that came were hard as iron. “So delicate—how will you bear me sons?”

“It was Your Majesty who hurt me…” Shen Chiying pouted in grievance, tipping her face up to him. “How is it suddenly my fault for being delicate?”

No sooner had she spoken than she regretted it, ducking her head, timid.

There was no denying it: men of the Huan clan were all extraordinary in bearing.

In those years of warlord strife, Taizu of Wei had risen to prominence with both his dragon-like looks and thunderous methods.

Huan Jin carried half the bl00d of the northwestern Qi clan, the tallest and most imposing of Taizu’s sons—features chiseled sharp and handsome, an awe that needed no anger to show.

Huan Jin gave a cold snort. He steadied his shaft and pressed it down to grind and roll over her most sensitive nub.

“Nn…” Shen Chiying shivered all over; her pearly teeth bit her lower lip, and her flower tightened and rippled from the teasing.

The sticky, wet sounds grew louder. Huan Jin sank his hips and pried apart those plump, tender lips, inch by inch spearing open her hot, tight, soaking pvssy.

The man’s engorged c0ck was nearly as thick as her wrist. Stuffed wide, Shen Chiying flushed scarlet; tears sprang out of her eyes.

She clearly couldn’t take it—yet her soft legs locked tight around the man’s lean waist as if afraid he’d pull out.

“So eager to breed me heirs?” Huan Jin chuckled low, the corners of his eyes flushing. He kneaded her two full, snow-white br3asts in unhurried rubs.

He wasn’t blind—since waking from that fevered faint, she had clung to him ever tighter, like a cat who couldn’t bear to be parted from its master.

With a mind not especially bright, she had somehow noticed he liked iced almond dew in summer; now she was bent on bearing him sons and daughters.

He disdained to answer such foolish feelings—but that didn’t stop Huan Jin from feeling pleased by them.

Shen Chiying nodded, cheeks burning; her apricot eyes shimmered like water. “Of course I’m in a hurry!”

If she missed the child in the book, she couldn’t trust she’d ever have another chance to conceive.

So long as she bore a royal child, even if she were deposed in the end as the chapbook wrote, she’d still have something to rely on.

She might even rise again on that…

Huan Jin’s Adam’s apple worked hard; an indescribable emotion surged in his chest.

He bent and crashed a kiss down, sucking hard at her rosy lips, prying past her teeth and raiding her mouth, rough and domineering.

Her soft, slick little tongue was seized and plundered; wet, sticky clicking filled her ears. Shen Chiying had no strength to resist—her body went softer and softer, limp as silk.

His thick c0ck began to slide in and out of her wet heat, slow thrusts that made the girl’s jade body quake and moans spill one after another.

When their mouths finally parted, a shining string of silver still linked their lips, obscenely suggestive.

Huan Jin panted raggedly; a bl00d-tinged red crept into his eyes. He hooked her legs up onto his shoulders.

His pounding turned more savage. His heavy balls slapped madly at her wet cleft, lewd “pap-pap-pap” sounds ringing without end.

“Ah… slow… mm—gentler…”

Wave after wave of pleasure surged. Fucked dizzy, Shen Chiying’s gaze went unfocused; damp hair clung to her cheeks; her two perky, swollen tits bounced without cease.

Her pink pvssy clenched and spasmed beyond control, folded layers like countless little mouths, clutching and milking the fierce thick c0ck driving in and out.

Her pale, plump ass shook helplessly too, as if wringing out every last drop of his seed.

Huan Jin groaned, nerves lit with numb sweetness from being squeezed. “Little cunt’s biting so tight—afraid I won’t cum for you?”

He spoke as his hips kept jackhammering—no pause, just ruthless strokes driving deep.

Her core was battered by his ridged crown until it went weak and tingling; the tender flower path spasmed again and again, clear slick flooding everywhere.

“Mm—mm…” Shen Chiying’s tears flew like scattered pearls; she couldn’t even answer him. Her sweet moans shattered under the pounding. “I’m… I’m going to break…”

It was like the man’s mighty c0ck had nailed her to the bed, ravaging her hard, her delicate body twitching with every slam.

Then he suddenly pinched her swollen, bl00d-dark cl!t—rolling, grinding, twisting it until it went hard as a pebble.

“Ah…” Pleasure stacked in layers; the ache in her lower belly peaked till it turned to fizzing numbness. Shen Chiying threw her head back, gasping like a fish out of water.

In moments she shuddered and let go, climaxing in a fine spray—as if she’d lost control.

“Made of water—pissing all over me again.” Huan Jin swatted her wobbling tits lightly, voice low and rough—yet with not a hint of disgust.

He gathered Shen Chiying up and set her on all fours with her ass arched. Spreading the round cheeks, he drove in from behind, savoring the ultimate sheath of her juicy, tender pvssy.

“Mm…” Her legs were still trembling—and he was pounding her all over again.

The veined, thick-long blade of flesh forced her cunt-flesh to turn out on every stroke; juices gushed; her white-plump ass quivered like snowy waves.

She couldn’t help cursing him in her heart. Why wasn’t he cumming yet!

Back in the Prince of Xin’s residence, their first tasting of s3x—he’d never lasted like this; just grinding at her slit and he’d…

At that thought, Shen Chiying’s eyes jolted bright.

It struck her all at once: that chapbook might not be omniscient after all.

It never detailed how she and Huan Jin behaved in private—and it never said a word about the true reason he had, right after ascending the throne and before the mourning ended, urgently summoned a decree to invest her as empress.