The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 18

In the fifth year of Jianyuan, Taizu, the High Emperor Huan Yan, died suddenly; the eldest born of a concubine, Huan Yao, gentle but frail, was urged to the throne by the ministers and changed the reign title to Hongchu.

That same year, the five-year-old Huan Jin was enfeoffed as the Prince of Xin.

Though he bore the rank of a prince, he had neither fief nor real power and could only reside at the Prince of Xin’s residence in the capital.

At that time, Shen Chiying was living with her birth mother, Meng Ji, in a dilapidated little courtyard at the foot of Mount Jingfa, mother and daughter relying on each other.

When she turned ten, Meng Ji passed away in sorrow. Only then did the Marquis of Wuxing begrudgingly bring this concubine-born daughter back to the marquisate—but still housed her only in the servants’ quarters.

Four winters ago, at barely fourteen, Shen Chiying caught a chill that would not heal for long.

Seeing she had no one to rely on, the servants grew bolder—skimping coal, neglecting food, treating her worse by the day.

By chance, Shen Wanhua came to the marquisate to pay respect to her father, saw her concubine-born sister’s plight, and immediately punished those wicked servants.

But once she returned to the Princess’s residence, the servants reverted to form and tormented the bedridden Shen Chiying all the more.

Shen Wanhua’s heart could not bear it, yet for her mother’s face she could not bring the concubine-born sister to the Princess’s residence to be tended.

Turning it over, she could only ask her cousin Huan Jin for help, begging him to find a quiet courtyard to place her gravely ill half sister.

Unexpectedly, Huan Jin personally brought Shen Chiying into the Prince of Xin’s residence and even invited the Imperial Hospital’s head to treat her with care.

Half a month later—

Her illness somewhat eased, Shen Chiying fell to her knees with a thud before Huan Jin; her black hair poured down her shoulders like a waterfall, making that lovely face look even paler and frailer.

“Your Highness the Prince of Xin,” she coughed in a tremor; slim brows knitted, beautiful eyes brimming like pear blossoms in rain, “please… don’t send this subject-daughter back to the Shen house…”

Huan Jin lowered his eyes; the orange candlelight laid a soft warmth over the hard line of his jaw.

Shen Chiying tipped up her tear-streaked face and choked, “If only… for the sake of that time I saved Your Highness at Mount Jingfa…”

Huan Jin’s expression tightened; after a breath, his voice sank. “Up you get. Since I’ve taken you out, I will not send you back.”

At that, Shen Chiying’s joy burst forth. “I thank Your Highness for your grace—this subject-daughter is willing to serve as slave or maid to repay Your Highness’s great kindness!”

Huan Jin’s sword brows pinched; an indescribable vexation welled in his chest. “Just heal well. My residence lacks no slaves.”

Thereafter, learning she was illiterate, Huan Jin specially found a gentlewoman tutor to begin her lessons and summoned court instructors to teach her the rites of the boudoir.

For four years as a dependent in the Prince of Xin’s residence, Shen Chiying often contrived “chance meetings” with Huan Jin.

When the struggle for succession settled and the Hongchu Emperor, grievously ill and heirless, finally decreed the throne to his legitimate seventh brother Huan Jin—

Shen Chiying’s greed burned hotter. She set a trap to climb into Huan Jin’s bed and soon bribed the household doctor to claim she was pregnant…

More than her clumsy tricks, what Huan Jin loathed was himself—clearly seeing through every scheme and still, bewitched, stepping into her hook.

Seeing his eyes narrowed and silent for a long time, Shen Chiying went blank.

After a moment’s hesitation, she called timidly, “Your Majesty?”

“Of course I remember.” Huan Jin’s mouth curved in a thin, mocking arc. “I remember better how the empress swore then she sought no title—only to stay by my side.”

At that, Shen Chiying’s heart gave a hard leap.

Then, she only wished to escape the wolves’ den of the Shen house; she truly did not care for title. To stay in the Prince of Xin’s residence in silks and fine meals was enough.

But people always crave more. With a chance to become a prince’s consort and even empress, of course she reached further…

Silence fell in the bath, broken only by the faint drip of water.

Shen Chiying simply slid her white arms up and looped them around the man’s neck, feigning a little sulk. “Your Majesty, this water feels cool—shall we get out?”

“The living spring is constant all day—where would the cool come from?” Huan Jin snorted.

His corded arms surged with strength. He gripped her waist and thrust up; the great dragon buried deep inside her drove hard against her core.

“Ah…” Shen Chiying hummed sweetly; her smooth back thumped the white-jade pool wall.

Warm skin against cool jade, plus the sudden fizzing pleasure—half her body tingled and shivered.

Before she could recover, Huan Jin had his hands under her ass and, in the water, began to pound in great, opening strokes, sending the spring rippling high.

With that double stimulus, Shen Chiying could hardly bear it. But those iron-forged arms held her fast, leaving her nowhere to flee.

Her tight, tender channel was hot and slick; the layered soft flesh sucked him from every side. Pleasure crawled up Huan Jin’s temples till the veins stood out.

Because they were under water, the thick shaft slid especially smoothly. He slowed his thrusts on purpose, lingering to savor the perfect sheath of her juicy pvssy.

Without noticing when, ribbons of thick white seed unfurled in the water—obviously the essence that had been plugged in her flower earlier.

“Ah!” Shen Chiying startled awake, staring at the man in a fluster. “It’s… it’s leaking out…”

“Foolish thing.” Huan Jin bit her ear, voice steeped in lust. “However much you want, I’ll cum it into you. Why hoard a little?”

“If my empress is so keen to bear me heirs, I’ll come fvck you every night—sooner or later I’ll get a child in you.”

At that, Shen Chiying blinked, then flushed to the ears; her heart battered like a deer.

The chapbook had said it: after she miscarried in the water, she did everything she could to conceive again.

Thinking now, Huan Jin must have done his part—giving her no small share of rain and dew…

After all, in the book, because of that miscarriage, Huan Jin had, most unusually, raged at the heroine Shen Wanhua—breaking her heart.

Shen Chiying buried her face in the hollow of his neck and tried her best to relax and welcome him in.

If this time she carried to term, then for the child’s sake, surely he would not depose her again—would he?