The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 17

“Your Majesty~” Shen Chiying’s gaze turned liquid as she forced herself to look back at the man, her voice soft and honeyed. “I was just remembering… the days back at… the Prince of Xin’s residence.”

“Your Majesty… mm… did you… grant the residence… to someone else?”

Her words were knocked ragged by his thrusts; that iron pestle of a c0ck struck her cervix again and again, pounding her belly until it swelled and tingled, and in only a few strokes she spilled once more.

The bright-yellow brocade quilt patterned with dragons and phoenixes was soaked through in a dark, spreading patch, almost wringable; the air was thick with the scent of lust.

“The Prince of Xin’s residence was my former household before the throne. I certainly won’t give it to anyone else.”

With that, Huan Jin gathered her up from the bed, intending to head for the bath.

The Kunning Palace bath was built around a natural spring; a white-jade pool was always brimming with warm, living water—no need to summon servants.

Her soft hole pulsed and grabbed, folded walls tightening on the reddened, swollen shaft, sucking and milking; a tingle ran up Huan Jin’s scalp from the squeeze.

His hands clamped hard on Shen Chiying’s thighs; he walked as he thrust, bronze-cast muscles swelling and standing out, sweat tracing the hard lines.

Their soaked pubic bones crashed together; the pleasure was too sharp. Shen Chiying whimpered without stop, trembling head to toe.

“Ah—hah—no… mm… nn…”

Her feet kicked without aim; her whole body twisted. But those iron arms subdued her easily, and he fucked her through crest after crest until her senses scattered.

Entering the bath, Huan Jin carried her straight before the western full-length mirror, and began the final sprint—his hips snapping as he drove in, fierce and clean, deeper with every stroke.

“Look for yourself.” He bent to her ear and murmured, breath rough, hard chest heaving.

“Do you look anything like a mother of the realm, being this slutty?” he laughed lightly.

At his words, Shen Chiying’s heart gave a jump; her long lashes trembled. Had he decided to depose her?

When she lifted her eyes in a panic, her breath caught; her red lips parted—

In the mirror, the tall, straight man held her in a position like a nurse making a toddler pee—veins coiling on his arms as if he held limitless strength.

Her legs were hooked over his forearms, her cunt brazenly spread; that ferocious thick c0ck was ramming through her rosy, wet little hole.

Plap—plap—plap—each thrust dragged out gushes of slick that sprayed everywhere.

In the candlelight, her whole skin bloomed a wanton rose from within; spring shone from the corners of her eyes and brows—she was ripely seductive, ready to drip.

Her two fat, milky br3asts were knocked into ceaseless bounce and sway, leaping like rabbits loosed.

The man’s need surged; his c0ck was even thicker and longer than usual, corded with bulging veins.

Shen Chiying swallowed secretly. She had no idea how she could possibly take such a monster…

Huan Jin’s stare locked on the mirror too; some fevered, shadowy intensity rose in his eyes. His thrusts edged on cruel, as if he meant to pound the beauty in his arms to pieces.

“Ah—ah—ah—don’t—!”

In an instant, thick, scalding cum jetted in. White lights flashed at the edges of Shen Chiying’s vision; the tingling in her belly wiped out her strength.

Before she could come back to herself, the man flipped her around and carried her toward the pool.

Where they were joined stayed snugly meshed; flesh to flesh, they turned in a slow circle. Still in the aftershocks of climax, Shen Chiying cried out again as fresh sparks raced over every inch of her skin.

Night deepened, ink soaking into silk.

Outside, a newborn crescent hung high; its pale wash sifted through the lattice to dapple the golden-brick floor in broken light.

In the steamy spring, they lay clasped for a long rest. Shen Chiying startled awake, eyes round. “Ah! How did we end up in the water!”

Getting in right after finishing—wouldn’t it wash away the dragon’s seed? Her breath hitched with anxiety.

Huan Jin read the little thought in a glance. He lifted his hips slightly and nudged her with the c0ck that was still hard. “Haven’t I been plugging you all along?”

“If the empress truly isn’t reassured,” he rasped, catching one heavy br3ast to knead, “I don’t mind… a little extra work.”

At that, color rushed to Shen Chiying’s cheeks. She truly didn’t want to spend any more strength receiving favor just then; instead, she pressed her lips together and let a shy, silly smile bloom.

“Your Majesty, when your affairs of state lighten, will you take me back to the Prince of Xin’s residence for a few days?” Her eyes shone; a slender finger drew lazy circles on his chest.

“Why do you keep bringing up the prince’s residence tonight?” Huan Jin’s sword brows lifted; his deep gaze fixed on her like a cold pool.

“I only…” Her fingertip faltered; her voice went softer, “suddenly remembered the time I spent there with Your Majesty…”

Back then, to scheme for the empress’s seat, she had even staged a ridiculous sham pregnancy.

After that, shame had sat in her heart; she dared not bring up the prince’s residence on her own.

That was precisely what the chapbook never mentioned—the true reason that at the very start of his reign, even before the mourning had passed, Huan Jin had urgently decreed her empress.

And now she dared raise the old days because the chapbook did say that Huan Jin had secretly returned to the residence several times, as if to recall something.

“Does Your Majesty still remember our first time?” Shen Chiying tipped up her little face, pretending to ask bashfully.

She had been sure that mentioning this would move Huan Jin. She hadn’t expected his face to freeze over in an instant; displeasure nearly overflowed his narrowed eyes.

Heh—their “first time.”

That cheap aphrodisiac—who knew what quack she’d bought it from. And she’d been so smug, thinking the plan flawless. He had simply disdained to tear it apart.