The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 7

Before she could rise, the man suddenly slammed her down onto the writing desk strewn with memorials.

He leaned and pressed over her, then sank his teeth hard into the pale length of her neck.

“Ah…” Shen Chiying shuddered in fright. “Why is Your Majesty biting me!”

“You brazen slut—dragging me to indulge in wanton lust right here in the Qianqing Palace. Shouldn’t you be punished?” A dark fire smoldered in Huan Jin’s eyes.

His large, jointed hand closed around her waist and slid up, climbing to the two swollen, creamy mounds on her chest.

They felt soft and full. Through the fabric he cupped them in his palms, kneading and toying with them, light and rough by turns.

His other hand didn’t idle either; with practiced motions he stripped her skirts clean away.

Callused fingertips stroked the plump, soft cleft between her thighs, found that sensitive nub of a cl!t, and rubbed it again and again.

Unless affairs of state truly kept him from her, the two of them lay together almost every night; Huan Jin knew every sensitive spot on her body like the back of his hand.

In no time, slick poured from her slit, a wet “guchi guchi” patter stringing on and on.

“Nn…” Worked by his teasing, Shen Chiying went boneless; sweat beaded at her temples, and rosy heat flushed her snow-fair face.

“However you look at it, Your Majesty, I did save you when I was little. Why are you always so fierce with me? Can’t you treat me nicer?” she muttered under her breath.

All told, she had helped tend Huan Jin when he lay gravely wounded and unconscious back then; surely the life-saving credit was hers at least in part!

So why, once the truth came out, did he insist on deposing her from the empress’s seat?

Well… in the chapbook he hadn’t deposed her the instant he learned the truth.

At first he merely grew cold, though he kept all the honors due her as empress—he simply never stepped into Kunning Palace again.

What truly lit the fuse for deposition was her letting that bastard, the Prince of Jiangxia, bewitch her until she nearly poisoned Huan Jin…

Huan Rui, Prince of Jiangxia, was Huan Jin’s nephew. Orphaned young, he had been raised deep in the palace and knew better than anyone how to read a face.

Seeing the emperor and empress at odds, he began to manufacture “chance meetings” on purpose.

He was a pretty youth, all jade and snow. Shen Chiying’s guard didn’t go up, and she was soon coaxed silly by his honeyed tongue.

Huan Rui knew perfectly well she was simple; he simply said it outright, promising he was willing to acknowledge her as mother.

He swore that if he should ever inherit the throne, he would honor her as empress dowager—and even invite her to preside over court.

At the time, Shen Chiying had lost the emperor’s favor. Worse, the miscarriage had damaged her root and she could no longer conceive.

Better, she thought, than watching Huan Jin take consorts and beget sons—and perhaps depose her at any moment—was to strike first and set the Prince of Jiangxia upon the throne.

What followed needs no telling. The plan to “slay the sovereign and usurp the throne” with the prince was discovered by Huan Jin before it even began; every scheme went to water.

Worst of all, that damned Prince of Jiangxia—before he died under Huan Jin’s sword—spewed lies that he had been sleeping with the empress for ages!

Huan Jin’s patience snapped. He immediately announced her deposition and ordered the deposed Empress Shen, who had plotted rebellion, cast into the dungeon…

At the thought, a chill crawled up Shen Chiying’s back.

Heaven be thanked that she now knew in advance. She would not be that foolish again…

Smack!

The crisp sound was shockingly loud in the quiet inner hall.

Shen Chiying jolted back to herself, shame flooding her; her cheeks flamed redder.

“Why did Your Majesty hit me again?” She sniffled, aggrieved shine gathering in her eyes.

“I haven’t treated you well enough?” Huan Jin lifted his hand and gave another light swat to the round swell of her ass.

“You wanted to be empress—I granted it. Day to day I indulge you everywhere, let you do as you please—what more do you want?”

Shen Chiying was briefly at a loss for words.

She wriggled her waist on her own, sticking out her wet little ass to rub against the man’s groin.

“In that case, then… mm… Your Majesty should be tender to me again…”

Her clothes were already a tangle, baring wide swathes of fine, snow-white skin. Her underpants—both the inner and the next—were gone without a trace.

The man before her was still neatly dressed, his aura dark and severe. Only his hem was lifted, freeing the swollen, rock-hard c0ck beneath.

His rounded, fat glans pressed tight to the hot, wet seam of her pvssy, grinding down again and again on the engorged little cl!t.

In an instant, bright, slick nectar streamed out in gushes, glazing the man’s fierce, thick c0ck.

Shen Chiying panted, a throbbing sweet ache piling up below. It still wasn’t enough; she trembled all over with wanting.

With the sway of her hips, the two heavy tits on her chest rose and fell, bouncing like rabbits let loose.

Her n1pple-tips were a vivid red, perked and pouty like ripe cherries—sweet and full, begging to be plucked.

“Mm… Ying’er’s little cunt is so wet. Your Majesty, hurry and put it in…” The girl whimpered and cooed, face drunk with spring.

She likely had no idea how brazenly seductive she looked when she took the lead like this. A hint of bl00d flashed in Huan Jin’s eyes. “Very well—as you wish.”

For all that, the iron-hard shaft only prodded at her slick warmth, jabbing here and there, while his hands cupped a br3ast each and kneaded wantonly.

Only when Shen Chiying whined and grumbled her dissatisfaction did he suddenly drive his hips and spear forward hard, the thick rod forcing its way through layers of tight, tender pvssy-flesh.

“Ah!” The sudden fullness hit; Shen Chiying’s feet curled up with the rush of sweetness. Tears sprang to her eyes.

The man was tall and powerfully built, and his c0ck was thick and rigid. Luckily she was frequently favored—and wet enough—so it didn’t hurt.

Huan Jin let out a short breath. Plush inner flesh hugged his shaft from all sides, squeezing and rippling, milking him madly—his lower back went weak, and he almost fell apart.

He simply slid one hand under her ass, hefted Shen Chiying up, and started toward the rosewood soft couch on the west side.

As her body left the ground, Shen Chiying cried out in surprise, arms and legs winding tight around the man.