The Vicious Supporting Villainess’s Chronicle of Serving Pleasure (Historical 1v1, H) - Chapter 8

Outside the Qianqing Palace, the eunuchs, hearing the sounds within, all lowered their heads even further.

Only Shen Wanhua stood frozen where she was, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the silk handkerchief in her grip.

A eunuch had already gone in to announce her; now she was caught between advance and retreat—she could neither leave rashly nor avoid those mortifying sounds.

She knew well that Huan Jin was cold by nature, kept no maidservants at his side and certainly no bed-warmers. Even though Shen Chiying was the empress, she had guessed the two had never joined as man and wife.

In the past, no matter how Shen Chiying put on airs, Huan Jin mostly ignored her, even scolding her in public.

So-called exclusive favor in the pepper chamber—it must have been a show to fool the world.

Huan Jin was not a man who judged by looks… Shen Wanhua thought to herself. If he had raised her concubine-born sister Shen Chiying to empress, there had to be deeper reasons.

Yes—he must resent her mother for the grudge with Empress Qi back then, and resent her mother’s cold indifference when Empress Qi was forced to die in his tomb.

Making her mother’s concubine-born daughter empress was to drag her mother’s face through the mud.

Now, knowing she waited outside, he still let Shen Chiying make such… unseemly noises—likely for her ears on purpose.

Shen Wanhua drew a deep breath, lifted her eyes to the cloudless vault of sky, and forced down the ache and helplessness churning in her chest.

She believed firmly that so long as she brought up the matter of Jingfa Temple ten years ago, Huan Jin would surely allow her to become a consort.

Then she would do everything she could to make up for her mother’s past wrongs.

At the same time, on the soft couch by the window within the hall, two bodies were knotted together, breath mingling thick with lust.

The man’s clothes were half undone; sweat drenched the hard planes of his chest, laid bare without shame. His lean waist and abdomen drove in a steady rhythm.

Pinned beneath him, Shen Chiying was being fucked until her delicate body trembled; her eyes swam with tears, cloud-black hair in disarray, pearl hairpins about to fall.

The thick, vein-corded c0ck slammed in and out between her thighs, dragging gushes of juice; her red inner lips were fucked tender and turned out.

Her pale, plump, upturned ass quivered in wave after luscious wave with every thrust.

They had sported countless times, but coupling bright as day like this was a first; both felt a secret thrill.

Here in the Qianqing Palace, where outside ministers might come to seek audience at any time, Shen Chiying bit hard into her lower lip, trying her best not to make a sound; her face burned scarlet.

But with her little pvssy being thoroughly pounded by the man, her whole body went strung tight like a bow, and sweet moans slipped out of her throat beyond her control.

“Came to tempt me in broad daylight—now that I’m giving it to you, why so prudish?” Huan Jin sneered.

He caught her two bouncing, tender tits and kneaded them however he pleased into obscene shapes; the rosy tips of her n1pples kept slipping through his fingers.

This body he had spent years carefully raising—no wonder it pleased the eye however he looked at it.

“I’m… ngh… afraid of being heard…” Shen Chiying’s voice frayed with a sobbing lilt.

Her hands, hooked around the man’s neck, clenched without meaning to; her nails bit into his skin.

Huan Jin knew well she had a thief’s heart but not a thief’s courage; he didn’t hold it against her.

Only his thrusts went faster and harder, his c0ck battering the deepest place with ruthless jabs, driving her to spray and spasm through the belly.

Their messy, soaked pubic bones smacked together; the wet slap-slap-slap of flesh filled the air without end.

Her womb’s core was drilled until it ached and tingled; breathless pleasure tore up her spine. Shen Chiying shook her head, whimpering, “Uuh… Your Majesty… cum, please… I don’t want it anymore…”

She only meant to conceive that child from the chapbook over these few days. It would suffice to receive imperial favor; she truly didn’t want to exhaust herself serving in bed.

Huan Jin’s motion paused; she had the gall to make him laugh. “Empress, what do you take me for? You get it when you want it, and stop it when you want to?”

Hearing the threat coiled in his words, Shen Chiying’s breath snagged. She lifted her eyes and met his cold, deep gaze; a tremor ran through her.

In a blur, weight landed hard on her shoulders; she was pinned down in an instant by a powerful force.

The man pulled out, then pressed over her again, folding her into a crawl with her back dipped and ass lifted, locking her beneath him.

Her fluttering pink hole was filled once more, solid and deep. Shen Chiying couldn’t hold back a cry; a whisper of dread flickered through her heart.

“I was wrong…” she choked at once, softening, “Your Majesty, I was wrong…”

“Where?” Huan Jin’s fingertips pinched the trembling, swollen little cl!t between her thighs, punishing her with rough rubs and twists.

“Mm…” Sharp ache and tingling stacked to a flood bursting its banks. Shen Chiying’s tears fell faster and faster.

Before she had survived that violent jolt, he was driving into her again—deep, heavy thrusts.

In only a few strokes, blackness flickered at the edges of her vision. She lay prone on the couch, only her round, pert ass still raised to take the pounding.

With her tender pvssy clamping in hard spasms, Huan Jin’s neck cords stood out; a sweet numbness ran down his tailbone, and his seed-gate twitched erratically.

His pounding gradually slowed; he shifted to shallow jabs in the pattern of “nine shallow, one deep.”

Shen Chiying had been right at the brink of climax only to be cut off. Deep inside, her pvssy-core itched and felt hollow.

These shallow little thrusts were like scratching an itch through a boot—intolerable. She simply pushed her little ass back to sleeve his c0ck.

Huan Jin suddenly stopped and rasped on purpose to tease her: “Tell me—what are you doing now?”

Shen Chiying pouted. “I still want it…”

Before the words were done, a rustling sounded suddenly from behind the red-lacquered, gold-traced floor screen.

They both started. A shadowy, hunched silhouette wavered on the screen outside.

“F-Forgive me, Your Majesty…” The young eunuch’s voice trembled; his head hung very low. “The Jinyiwei Commander, Qi Yan, reports urgent dispatches from the northern front and bade this slave announce it at once…”

At the words “Qi Yan,” Shen Chiying’s pupils contracted sharply.