Her gaze was gentle yet authoritative. Her fingers fiercely pinched my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze: "Husband, do you understand? This is the ultimate destination I'm giving you, a cuckold slave's ultimate destination."
I panted heavily, shame and submission intertwined, whispering, "Understood… Madam, I am willing…"
She smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and kissed my forehead, her tongue sliding over my skin, bringing a wet, sticky touch: "Good husband, obediently be my cuckold slave. I will make you addicted to this pleasure."
Li Ying got up, and the thin gauze of her nurse uniform completely slipped off, revealing her pale, smooth body. Her swelling lower abdomen and sagging huge breasts gleamed in the moonlight. The Black Spade ♠Q gold ornament on her nipples jingled, breast milk seeped out, dripping onto the brocade couch, emitting a sweet, fishy scent. She straddled me, her fingers sliding to my chest, lightly drawing circles, her black-nail-polished nails grazing my skin, bringing a faintly painful pleasure. Her voice was as gentle as water, yet commanding: "Husband, from now on, you will be my cuckold slave, devotedly serving me and the Black Tribe strongmen, okay?"
I nodded, my throat dry and hoarse, lust and submission intertwined in my heart, whispering, "Okay… I'll listen to all you say…" She giggled, her eyes full of satisfaction, leaned down and bit my earlobe, her teeth lightly grinding, bringing a tingling pain. The wet, sticky feel of lewd fluid and breast milk remained on the brocade couch, and the air was filled with the scent of osmanthus and a sweet, fishy aroma, evoking my endless surrender.
Her fingers slid to my crotch, lightly caressing it. Her tone was gentle yet playful: "Husband, your useless penis is no good even if kept, why not let me completely ruin it?"
Her words were like poison, making me so ashamed I wanted to disappear, yet I couldn't resist. I panted, whispering, "Madam, as you wish… I just want you to be happy…"
She smiled with satisfaction, leaned down and kissed my lips, her tongue delving deep, bringing a decadent, sticky wetness, as if completely devouring me. She leaned over me, a flicker of tenderness in her eyes, a smile playing on the corners of her dark lipsticked lips: "Husband, don't be sad. Even if you can't get hard, you can still experience my pleasure."
Her voice was soft and alluring like silk. Her fingertips slid to my crotch, lightly caressing my soft and limp penis, bringing a tingling sensation. She slowly parted her legs; her plump labia, wet and dark, like a blossoming black peony, lightly covered my penis—it truly just "covered" it, soft and limp, it couldn't even penetrate her passage.
Li Ying giggled, her eyes full of playfulness. Her fingers flicked my penis, her tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Tsk tsk, husband, this little thing can't even enter my slutty cunt. Truly adorably useless."
My cheeks burned hot, shame washing over me like a tide, yet it also aroused a twisted excitement.
Just then, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. She whispered, "Black Emperor's Tribute - Essence Absorption Art!"
A strange True Qi surged from her crotch, and a powerful suction came from inside her vagina. My penis was pulled straight, then suddenly sucked into her warm, wet, and sticky passage. I panted heavily, pleasure like an electric current surged through my entire body, as if I were truly having intercourse with her.
Li Ying twisted her body, her perky buttocks rose and fell gracefully. The inner walls of her vagina tightly encased me, the wet, slippery flesh walls caressing my penis, bringing an inexpressible pleasure. The brocade couch creaked. The sweet, fishy scent of lewd fluid permeated the air. I was immersed in this illusory intercourse, my mind filled with her delicate body. The emptiness after the chastity lock's liberation was filled, and I willingly succumbed.
Flames of lust ignited in Li Ying's eyes. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat slid over her pale, smooth skin, dripping onto my chest, bringing a warm, wet touch. She leaned down and kissed my lips, her tongue carrying a strong Black Tribe scent, sweet, fishy, and decadent, delving deep into my mouth, stirring me almost to suffocation. She whispered, "Husband, finally able to make love to a useless man like you. It's truly… satisfying."
Her voice was as alluring as honey, yet her eyes glinted with tenderness, like pity, yet like control.
The pleasure in my crotch grew even more intense. Li Ying, by releasing and retracting the suction of the Essence Absorption Art, made my soft penis thrust back and forth in her passage, like true intercourse.
Though her vagina had been loosened by the Black Tribe's acts, it could clench extremely tight. The flesh walls were as smooth as silk, yet contracted like iron bands, precisely stimulating every inch of my skin. My heart trembled. My mind was filled with the Black Tribe's training—such techniques clearly meant they had trained her into an embodiment of desire.
My cuckold fetish was completely ignited. I panted, whispering, "Madam, you… you clench so tight. It's truly the Black Tribe's doing…"
She giggled, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. Her fingers slid to my chin, lightly lifting it, forcing me to meet her lewd gaze: "Husband, do you like me being trained like this by them? My slutty cunt was loosened by giant penises, yet I can still clench you to ecstasy. Do you love me even more?"
I nodded, my throat dry and hoarse, excitement and shame intertwined, whispering, "Yes… I love you in this state…"
She smiled with satisfaction, her tongue again delving into my mouth, kissing more passionately, as if completely devouring me.
Li Ying sat up straight, her swelling lower abdomen glowing softly. Her fingers lightly caressed my chest, her black-nail-polished nails grazing my skin, bringing a faintly painful pleasure.
She whispered, "Husband, when I first arrived, the Black Tribe strongmen all loved to fuck me. My slutty cunt was filled day and night by giant penises, breast milk gushed, and my womb filled with semen. But after three months, I became too loose from being fucked, and not many people chose me anymore."
Her tone carried a hint of self-mockery, but her eyes glinted with cunning, "But the child in my belly needs the best nutrition and must be nourished by the Black Tribe's semen. So, I cultivated the Black Emperor's Tribute to its highest level. Now I can freely control the contraction of my vagina. Even if it's loose, I can clench them to ecstasy!"
As she said this, her vagina suddenly clenched. My penis was tightly enveloped, pleasure washing over me like a tide, almost making me groan aloud.
She giggled, her fingers sliding to my crotch, lightly caressing it. Her tone was gentle yet playful: "Husband, do you see? This is the Black Tribe's training. Even a useless man like you can be pleasured until your soul is scattered."
I panted heavily, my mind filled with images of her being fucked by the Black Tribe. My cuckold fetish burned even more fiercely. I whispered, "Madam, you're truly amazing…"
A flicker of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. She leaned down and bit my earlobe, her teeth lightly grinding, bringing a tingling pain: "Husband, I do all this for the child, and to survive in this Black Tribe Headquarters. Don't blame me, okay?"
I panted heavily, immersed in the pleasure, unable to stop myself from whispering, "Madam, your Black Emperor's Tribute is truly a divine technique, even I…"
Before I could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped. A mischievous smile flashed in her eyes, and a cunning arc played on her lips: "Husband, before praising me, first listen to the price."
She got up and straddled me, her swelling lower abdomen pressing on my waist. The fetal movement was clearly perceptible. Her fingers slid to my crotch, lightly caressing it. Her tone was gentle yet warning: "I am about to become the Queen of Spades. The manor urgently needs life essence to nourish the child. Making love with me comes at a price—if you ejaculate, you might lose three years of your lifespan."
My heart trembled. My eyes widened, and my mind was a blur: "Three years of lifespan?"
She giggled, her fingers fiercely pinching my chin, her eyes glinting with lewdness: "What, scared? But your little thing seems very excited."
Her vagina lightly clenched, and my penis violently twitched. My cuckold fetish was completely ignited—to dedicate my life to the child of a lowly Kunlun slave. This sense of humiliation actually made my blood surge.
I panted, whispering, "Madam, I… I am willing…"
She smiled with satisfaction, her fingers sliding to my chest, lightly drawing circles, her tone playful: "Husband, you truly are a good cuckold slave. Even willing to give your life for my child. Truly adorably cheap."
Her vagina clenched again, and the suction of the Essence Absorption Art slowly intensified. Pleasure washed over me like a tide, making me almost lose control. I gritted my teeth, my mind filled with images of her and the Black Tribe men. Excitement and shame intertwined, and lust consumed me.
Blazing flames ignited in Li Ying's eyes. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and beads of sweat slid over her pale, smooth skin, dripping onto my body, bringing a warm, wet touch.
She whispered, "Black Emperor's Tribute - Art of Turning Clouds and Covering Rain!"
Her vagina suddenly contracted, the flesh walls rippled like waves, and the suction waxed and waned, like countless tiny mouths sucking my penis. I groaned aloud, pleasure like an electric current surged through my entire body, and my semen gate almost gave way.
She leaned down, her dark lips close to my ear, her voice as alluring as poison: "Husband, ejaculate. Give your life essence to me, to the child in my belly!"
I gritted my teeth, trying to resist, panting, "Madam, I… I don't want to anymore…"
She giggled, her fingers sliding to my testicles, lightly kneading them. Her tone was gentle yet commanding: "Don't hold back anymore, husband. Your useless penis is no good even if kept, why not let me squeeze it dry and nourish my child!"
Her vagina suddenly clenched, the rhythm of the Art of Turning Clouds and Covering Rain quickened, the flesh walls writhed wildly, and the suction devoured my will like a whirlpool. My mind was filled with her delicate body, the Black Tribe's giant penises, the child's fetal movement. My cuckold fetish made me completely collapse.
She changed position, flipping over and straddling me, her perky buttocks swaying gracefully, emitting wet, slapping sounds.
She whispered seductively, "Husband, ejaculate. Your essence will make your child stronger. You'll be his good daddy…" Her tone was as sweet as honey, yet her eyes glinted with cunning.
I could no longer hold back. I let out a low roar, and my penis violently twitched, ejaculating a thin stream of semen. A hot current of life essence surged into her uterus. Pleasure receded like a tide, replaced by an intense feeling of weakness, as if half my soul had been extracted.
Li Ying slowly got up, her vagina sliding off my penis, bringing out a hot stream mixed with lewd fluid, which pooled on the brocade couch, emitting a strong sweet, fishy scent. She looked down at me, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Husband, your semen sac is half-dead from soaking in hot water. Only a third of your semen is life essence. Truly completely useless."
Her tone carried a hint of mockery. Her fingers flicked my penis, as if despising a broken toy. I panted heavily, weakness washing over me like a tide. My vision went dark, and my mind was filled with her cold smile and gentleness.
On the brocade couch, the wet, sticky feel of lewd fluid and breast milk almost suffocated me. The moonlight shone on her delicate body. Her swelling lower abdomen glowed softly, as if mocking my impotence.
I whispered, "Madam, I…"
Before I could finish speaking, intense fatigue swept over me. I fell into a deep sleep, my consciousness plunging into darkness. Her figure appeared faintly in my dreams—her dark lips, her lewd gaze, and the child's fetal movement, as if completely binding me to this cuckold slave's destiny…
As I slept deeply, I was completely unaware that someone was lurking outside the door. The Black Tribe Priest's substitute stood outside the curtain. Li Ying's moans and my low roars echoed in his ears. A flicker of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He muttered to himself, "Li Ying, truly the makings of a Queen of Spades. She can even extract her husband's life essence."
He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the corridor, as if stamping a seal on Li Ying's loyalty.
Li Ying sat by the brocade couch, the moonlight reflecting her delicate body like jade. Her fingers gently caressed her lower abdomen, and the fetal movement brought a smile to her lips. She lowered her head, looking at me as I slept soundly, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, seemingly pity, yet also resolute determination.
She whispered softly, "Husband, if I went all out, I could drain twenty years of lifespan in one go. But for the Black Tribe's trust, I can only use you to pave the way first..."
Her voice was barely audible, like a secret hidden deep in her heart.
I lay on the couch, too weak to move, my mind still echoing with Li Ying's seductive panting and the suction of the Black Emperor's Tribute. Just then, a crisp applause broke the silence. The wooden door creaked open, and the Black Tribe man from before—the Priest substitute—strode in. His black robe gleamed coldly in the moonlight, his heavily muscled body exuded an oppressive feeling, and his eyes glinted with satisfaction and cunning.
Li Ying abruptly turned her head, her bulging lower abdomen trembling slightly beneath the thin gauze nurse uniform. Her dark lips parted, and she feigned surprise, whispering, "General, you... were here all along?"
Her tone was alluring yet probing. Her black hair slid over her shoulders, sweat-soaked strands clung to her cheeks, but a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes, as if she had long anticipated his spying.
The man grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his voice deep as a drum: "Li Ying, you truly live up to the Black Tribe's expectations. For the sake of offspring, you're even willing to drain your beloved husband's life essence. Such loyalty is enough to replace Saintess Su Mei!"
My heart trembled, my mind a mess. My weak body prevented me from getting up, so I could only squint at Li Ying. Her delicate body glowed softly in the moonlight, the Black Spade ♠Q gold ornament on her nipple jingled, like a symbol of her bond with the Black Tribe. She lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen, and the fetal movement made a smile touch her lips. Her voice, however, was chillingly calm: "Su Mei... what about her?"
The Black Tribe man sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He approached Li Ying with steady steps, the outlines of his muscles faintly visible beneath his black robe. He whispered, "Su Mei? The previous Saintess, what concern is she of yours?"
A hint of apprehension flashed in Li Ying's eyes. Her slender hands unconsciously clenched the thin gauze of her nurse uniform, her fingertips trembling slightly, her black nail-polished nails gleaming coldly.
The Black Tribe man waved his hand, signaling Li Ying to rise, his tone unquestionable: "Let's go, Li Ying. The Saintess's ceremony cannot be delayed."
He glanced at me, a playful mockery in his eyes. "As for your husband, Wu Tao, he'll be very safe here. A cuckold slave's life, lowly as it may be, is still useful to us."
My beloved wife tidied her nurse uniform, the thin gauze clinging tightly to her delicate body, outlining her bulging lower abdomen and sagging huge breasts. Breast milk seeped out, soaking the front of her clothes, emitting a sweet and fishy scent. She looked back at me, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, seemingly pity, yet also farewell.
She whispered, "Husband, wait for me well."
Her voice was gentle as water, yet carried a hint of aloofness, as if she had already cast me outside her new destiny.
The man pushed open the wooden door, and moonlight spilled onto the bluestone slabs of the corridor, reflecting their two figures. Li Ying followed behind him, her steps light yet firm, her black hair swaying in the wind, like a ghost in the night.
Li Ying followed the Black Tribe man out of the Round Building and walked up the mountain path. The night wind howled, the bamboo forest in the mountains rustled, and moonlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled light and shadow that made her delicate body faintly visible. The thin gauze of her nurse uniform fluttered in the wind, revealing her fair, creamy skin and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo. The fetal movement made her steps slightly heavy, yet exuding a peculiar dignity. The man said nothing, holding an ebony short staff in his hand. The obsidian inlaid in the staff head gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a key to the unknown.
At the summit, a house was faintly visible, its wooden structure rustic yet exquisite. Black Spade ♠Q totems were carved on its upturned eaves, giving it an eerie style.
The man pushed open the wooden door. Inside, several bronze lamps burned, their flames flickering, reflecting the vine patterns carved all over the walls, winding like living creatures. The man walked to the corner and pressed a secret compartment. The floor creaked, revealing a set of stone steps leading downwards.
Li Ying took a deep breath and followed him into the dark chamber. The stone steps were cold and slippery, and the air was permeated with a damp earthy smell, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood.
They walked for a long time. At the end of the stone steps was a massive stone door, carved with the Black Emperor's totem—a roaring giant python, holding a Black Spade ♠Q in its mouth, its snake pupils gleaming crimson in the lamplight. Li Ying's heart tightened, and the fetal movement grew stronger, as if sensing some danger.
The man stopped and whispered, "Wait."
A quarter of an hour later, the stone door slowly opened, its heavy grinding sound echoing in the darkness, as if the gates of hell had been pushed open. From behind the stone door, a burly man slowly walked out. His body was like a mountain, his muscles bulging powerfully beneath his black robe, each step carrying an intimidating aura. His features were sharply defined, and crimson flames burned in his eyes, like a demon god capable of incinerating everything. He was the Black Emperor. His body exuded a world-destroying True Qi. Just approaching him made Li Ying feel suffocated, like a mortal facing an immortal.
She suppressed her heart palpitations, bowed her head, and saluted, her voice alluring yet respectful: "Lord Black Emperor..."
The Black Emperor gazed at her for a moment, his gaze like a knife, piercing her soul. He slowly spoke, his voice like a great bell, carrying unquestionable majesty: "Li Ying, your loyalty and ability, I already know. From today onwards, you shall be the Black Tribe Saintess, managing the headquarters and conceiving the strongest offspring for me."
He took out a scroll from his black robe. The parchment was faintly yellow, its edges carved with Black Spade ♠Q totems, exuding an eerie aura.
"This is the deployment map. Keep it safe. Everything of the Black Tribe, from now on, is under your control."
Li Ying took the scroll. The moment her fingertips touched the parchment, her heart trembled, as if an invisible force had invaded her. She lowered her head to look. The scroll was densely drawn with the topography of the valley, the layout of the barracks, and several secret locations marked "altar." Her heart raced, her mind working quickly—this was not just power, but also shackles.
The Black Emperor waved his hand, his tone stern: "Follow me to the training ground. Your conferment will be announced."
Li Ying rose, preparing to leave with the Black Emperor, but her gaze unconsciously swept towards the depths of the secret chamber. In the dim lamplight, a naked delicate body lay on the stone bed. It was Su Mei. Her breasts were shriveled like withered wood, what was once a 36F now just skin, lifeless. Her face was pale as paper, her dark black hair had all turned white, sprawled on the stone bed like a ghost that had died years ago. Her delicate body was covered in tattoos—a Black Spade ♠Q was strikingly dazzling on her abdomen, and black vines covered her thighs, chest, neck, and arms, like cursed totems. At her uterus, a scorching red mark was unusually dazzling, like traces of being scorched by blazing flames.
What was eerie was that Su Mei's face wore an unspeakable excitement, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, as if she had died at the peak of ecstasy. Her eyes were deep-set, her pupils dilated, yet exuding a satisfied fervor, as if she had willingly offered her soul.
She suppressed her fear, lowered her head, and followed the Black Emperor out, her mind filled with Su Mei's image...
...The torches in the training ground blazed to the heavens, dyeing the night sky blood red. Black Tribe soldiers stood in a rigid formation, the clanging of their armor and deep battle cries intertwined, making the valley hum. The Black Emperor stood tall on the high platform, his black robe flapping loudly in the night wind, his crimson eyes burning like blazing flames, his aura like a mountain pressing down. Li Ying stood beside him, her thin gauze nurse uniform faintly visible in the firelight, her bulging lower abdomen exuding a peculiar dignity, and the Black Spade ♠Q gold ornament jingled on her chest, like the badge of her identity.
The Black Emperor raised his arm, and the entire field instantly fell silent, leaving only the crackling of torches. His voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the valley: "Tonight, Li Ying is formally conferred the title of Black Spade Saintess, to command supreme authority over my Black Tribe!"
The soldiers shouted in unison, the sound waves like a tide, making the ground tremble slightly. The Black Emperor's fervor grew stronger as he continued: "Tomorrow, I will personally lead the great army to directly seize Xuanwu Gate and usurp that throne! Crown Prince Li Chenggan has already paved the way for me. The world, it is all within my grasp!"
His tone was incomparably domineering, and the soldiers once again burst out with earth-shattering shouts: "Long Live the Black Emperor! Ten Thousand Years to the Black Emperor!"
Li Ying lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen. The fetal movement made a slight smile touch her lips, but a secretive smile flashed in her eyes.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a sharp dog bark pierced the night sky, shrill and urgent, seeming to come from the depths of the valley. The soldiers' shouts abruptly stopped, and everyone collectively looked towards the training ground entrance. Amidst the flickering firelight, hooves thundered like rolling thunder, and dust flew up. A fine horse shot into the field like lightning. The general on its back wore dark black armor, his dragon-patterned breastplate gleamed brightly in the firelight, the long sword at his waist glinted chillingly, and his aura was majestic.
He was Li Shimin. Between his brows was the majesty of looking down upon the world, and his eyes were like blades, piercing everyone's soul. Although his armor bore traces of time, it exuded an even heavier air of grim determination, as if he had returned to the battlefield of yesteryear. The horse stopped, and he sat upright on its back. Behind him, smoke and dust billowed, and the shadows of countless soldiers and horses were faintly visible, their armor glinting coldly, killing intent permeating the air. Li Ying's heart eased. She gripped the scroll in her hand tighter, and the fetal movement seemed to softly echo. Her thin gauze nurse uniform fluttered in the wind, revealing her creamy white skin and the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo. There was not a hint of fear in her eyes, only the calmness of a mission completed.
The Black Emperor's expression changed, panic flashing in his crimson eyes as he roared, "Who are you?"
Li Shimin sneered, his gaze like an eagle's, carrying undisguised disdain.
He slowly spoke, his voice like a great bell, every word like a knife, cutting through the clamor of the night sky: "Black Emperor? Merely a stinky snake in a gutter, daring to presumptuously claim to be the true dragon emperor? The true dragon is here, you rat-like scoundrels, how dare you be presumptuous!"
His tone was incomparably domineering, carrying the majesty of ruling the world, causing the Black Tribe soldiers' hearts to tremble and their breathing to become heavy.
Before his words fell, Li Shimin sharply raised his arm, signaling to charge and kill. Behind him, thousands of soldiers and horses burst forth like a breached floodgate, their shouts earth-shattering, iron hooves trampling the ground, dust soaring to the sky. The Xuanjia Army's long spears glinted coldly, and the clanging of unsheathed swords was like the whisper of death. The Black Tribe soldiers were caught off guard; their formation instantly collapsed. Screams intertwined with the clashing of weapons, and blood mist permeated the firelight.
The Black Emperor roared in anger, the crimson light in his eyes flaring intensely, as if completely enraged. He leaped from the high platform, his palm winds like thunder. With a single palm strike, he sent dozens of Xuanjia Army soldiers flying, their armor shattered, blood spurting forth. He grabbed a long spear and charged into the formation, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. Wherever his spear tip passed, flesh and blood flew, and soldiers fell like weeds. He moved as swiftly as a ghost, each strike carrying world-destroying power, forcibly carving a bloody path through the torrent of the Xuanjia Army.
Li Shimin sat upright on his horse, his gaze cold. A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, as if he was annoyed by the Black Emperor's struggles, like seeing a bedbug struggle disgusted him. He let out a low humph, sharply spurred his horse and cracked his whip. The warhorse neighed, shooting like an arrow towards the center of the battlefield. Hooves trampled the bloody mud, the metallic luster of his armor was dazzling, and his figure was like a god descending to earth, carrying unparalleled oppressive might.
The Black Emperor swung his spear to meet him, his eyes filled with furious rage and unwillingness. The spear tip brought up a bloody glint, directly stabbing at Li Shimin's chest. However, Li Shimin did not even dodge. He merely sneered, and sharply swung the long saber in his hand. The saber light was like lightning, and the piercing shriek of the air being torn was incredibly grating to the ear, instantly cutting through the Black Emperor's neck.
The Black Emperor's head flew high, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief, as if even in death he could not accept his defeat and demise. His body crashed to the ground, blood spurting, dyeing the mud red. The training ground fell into a deadly silence. The Black Tribe soldiers were dumbfounded, but the Xuanjia Army burst out with earth-shattering cheers, their swords raised high, their voices shaking the nine heavens.
Li Ying stood on the high platform, her thin gauze nurse uniform clinging tightly to her delicate body, outlining her bulging lower abdomen and sagging huge breasts as the night wind blew. She looked at the Black Emperor's corpse, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes, as if a thousand-jin burden had been lifted. Her plan was finally accomplished; she had led Li Shimin here, and the Black Emperor's ambition had shattered like a bubble. Her heart had never felt so light.
The clamor of the battle gradually subsided. Blood flowed like a river in the training ground, the embers of the torches swayed in the wind, and the air was permeated with a strong scent of blood.
Li Ying slowly walked down from the high platform, her thin gauze nurse uniform dragging through the bloody mud, leaving dappled marks. She came before Li Shimin's horse, knelt on one knee, and raised the scroll with both hands, her voice alluring yet calm: "Your Majesty, this is the Black Tribe's deployment map, fully recording its military strength and secret locations. Your humble concubine has no other request, only to live out the rest of my remaining life as a free and idle person."
Her black hair cascaded down, sweat-soaked strands clung to her cheeks, and a smile of relief graced her eyes. The fetal movement made her body sway slightly, as if celebrating this hard-won freedom with her. Li Shimin looked down at her, his gaze like a knife, yet carrying a hint of approval.
He took the scroll, flipped through a few pages, and said faintly, "Rise. Your request, I grant it."
Li Shimin turned to his deputy general, his tone stern: "Where is Wu Tao?"
Li Ying softly said, "He is inside the Round Building, on the brocade couch, still in a deep sleep."
Li Shimin nodded and waved his hand: "Take men and bring him back safely."
The deputy general accepted the order, quickly leading a team of Xuanjia Army soldiers away. The clanging of their armor faded into the distance in the night.
Then, Li Shimin handed the scroll to another general, his gaze like ice, his voice deep yet majestic: "According to this deployment map, systematically clear out the remaining Black Tribe remnants, leaving not one. The Black Tribe, and the Charm Black ilk, shall all be completely slaughtered!"
The general took the scroll, bowed and accepted the order, and gathered his troops. The torchlight moved through the valley, like the footsteps of death. The scent of blood in the training ground grew heavier, the Xuanjia Army's swords and blades glinted coldly, and screams came from all over the valley, mixed with the roar of collapsing houses and the crackling of flames. Li Ying stood to the side, her ears filled with the echoes of death, yet her delicate body no longer trembled. Her thin gauze nurse uniform felt cold in the night wind, but she felt a long-lost peace. Her mission was complete, and although the road ahead was unknown, it finally belonged to her.
I still lay on the brocade couch in the Round Building, deeply asleep in the weak darkness, completely unaware of the bloody storm outside. The paper wrapper for the osmanthus cake was scattered by the couch, its faint fragrance elusive amidst the scent of blood. Outside the window, the heavy and resolute hooves of the Xuanjia Army sounded like the bell of destiny, opening a new chapter for Li Ying and me...
...Morning light filtered through the carved wooden window, spilling onto the brocade couch in the main bedroom of the manor. Golden specks of light danced in Li Ying's black hair, as if coating her with a soft halo. I slowly opened my eyes, my body still carrying the lingering weakness of last night, yet I felt a long-lost peace. Li Ying was curled up beside me like a kitten, her gauze nightgown loosely hung from her shoulders, revealing her creamy white shoulders and bulging lower abdomen. Her breathing was shallow, and the fetal movement made her delicate body gently rise and fall, as if she were immersed in a peaceful dream.
I lightly moved my arm. She seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes. Those eyes were seductive like autumn waters, carrying a hint of languor in the hazy state between sleep and waking. A gentle smile touched her lips as she softly said, "Husband, it's all over... Your mission is complete."
Her voice was soft as a spring breeze stroking a lake, carrying a hint of weariness, yet filled with relief.
I lowered my head to gaze at her, my throat feeling a little dry, and softly asked, "Wife, is it... is it really over?"
She giggled. Her slender hand slid onto my chest, her fingertips lightly drawing circles. Her nails, painted with light red nail polish, scraped across my skin, bringing a slightly itchy sensation. "Husband, you trusted me, and I didn't disappoint you. You're the same, you didn't disappoint me."
A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, as if recalling our tacit understanding and trust throughout our journey.
Li Ying sat up, her gauze nightgown slipping from her shoulders, revealing the Black Spade ♠Q tattoo, which shimmered faintly in the morning light, like the last trace of her past with the Black Tribe. She lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen. The fetal movement made a slight smile touch her lips, and her voice was alluring yet carried a hint of emotion: "Husband, I asked you to keep trusting me, even when I acted so promiscuous, so fallen, yet you never gave up on me."
She paused, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes. "Your cuckold fetish... I saw it all. But you didn't let it consume you, you didn't let me sink forever in the Black Tribe's headquarters. You chose me, you chose our future."
My heart warmed. Various scenes of her with the Black Tribe flashed in my mind—her seductive panting, her Black Emperor's Tribute, her submission. That humiliating pleasure had once made me sink, but it also made me more determined to take her away. I softly said, "Wife, I only wish for your well-being... No matter what you become, I will trust you."
A hint of being touched flashed in her eyes. She leaned closer, her dark lips almost touching my outer ear, exhaling a fragrance like orchids: "Good husband, this trust, I will repay you for a lifetime."
Her words flowed through my heart like a warm current. I looked at her lower abdomen, and the fetal movement made my emotions complex. That was the Black Tribe's offspring, yet it was also the child she had protected with all her might. My cuckold mentality surged within my heart, humiliation and love intertwined, yet strangely it made me feel satisfied—she was mine, always mine.
We exchanged a smile. The morning light shone on her face, adding a hint of tranquility to her alluring features, like a peony blooming after weathering wind and rain. I reached out and gently placed my hand on her lower abdomen. I felt the child's light movements in my palm, warm and strong, like a continuation of her life. Her skin was smooth and slick as jade, carrying a faint scent of osmanthus. I lowered my head and kissed her lips. Her lips were soft and moist, carrying the cool crispness of morning and her sweetness.
She responded to me, her slender hands wrapping around my neck, her fingertips slipping into my hair, kissing more passionately. Her delicate body pressed against me, her bulging lower abdomen pressing against my waist. The fetal movement was clearly perceptible during the kiss, as if blessing us. The brocade couch creaked, morning light filled the room, and the air was permeated with the faint fragrance of osmanthus cake and her body scent, evoking memories of the past. We embraced for a long time, as if melting all the suffering and humiliation into this fleeting moment of tenderness.
The next day, the morning mist had not yet dispersed when we packed our bags, preparing to set off for Qingzhou. The carriage outside the manor was already prepared, its hooves tapping crisply on the bluestone slabs. Li Ying had changed into a light green long dress; its loose hem could not conceal her bulging lower abdomen. Her dark black hair was tied into a simple bun, and a faint smile graced her face, as if she had shed all pretenses.
She stood before the manor gate, looking back at the residence, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes as she softly said, "Husband, we are finally free."
I helped her board the carriage. The warmth of her arm transferred to my palm, but a complex emotion arose in my heart. Her lower abdomen was heavy, and the fetal movement reminded me of the Black Tribe's shadow.
I softly said, "Wife, at the Zhenguan Green Garden Estate in Qingzhou, Zaha, Zhen Jing, Lin'er, Ting'er... and Mother-in-law will be there. Our family is going to reunite."
She nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes. Her slender hand clasped mine, as if entrusting her future to me.
The carriage slowly started, its wheels grinding over the stone road with a low creaking sound. Outside the window, the clamor of the capital gradually faded, and the morning mist shrouded the distant mountains, as if bidding us farewell. I looked at Li Ying; she leaned against the carriage wall, eyes closed in repose, her swollen belly gently rising and falling with her breath, her delicate body beneath the pale green dress exuding a peaceful beauty.
Halfway there, we stopped at an inn for a rest. The inn was bustling with people, the tea stalls filled with merchants and travelers, their idle chatter rising and falling. Li Ying and I sat in a corner, ordering a pot of clear tea. Its fragrant steam dispelled the weariness of the journey.
A burly man at the next table spoke loudly, his voice rough: "Have you heard? Crown Prince Li Chenggan rebelled, leading troops straight to Xuanwu Gate, but the Emperor suppressed him in one fell swoop! Blood flowed like rivers!"
Another man clicked his tongue in wonder, whispering, "Isn't that the truth! And some say that a great fire broke out in a certain mountain forest, burning the sky red. I fear some demon or monster is at work."
A scholar-like man beside them pushed up his glasses, lowering his voice: "You don't know, but the Emperor recently brought a top-grade beauty into the palace, named Wu Meiniang. She was just enfeoffed as a Talented Lady, and they say she's beautiful enough to bring down cities and ruin states!"
My heart stirred slightly, and I glanced at Li Ying. She held her teacup, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, but her eyes remained calm, as if she had long known these rumors.
I whispered, "Madam, Wu Hei... where did he go?"
She set down her teacup, her slender hand gently stroking her belly. The baby's movements softened her voice: "Husband, don't worry, Wu Hei has his own path. We will meet again someday." Her answer relieved me, yet left a subtle, unresolved suspense. I nodded, asking no more, and picked up my teacup. The tea, slightly bitter yet sweet in its aftertaste, was like a miniature of our journey.
Days later, the carriage finally arrived in Qingzhou. The setting sun cast its lingering light upon the entrance of the Zhenguan Green Garden Estate. Outside the manor, willow trees swayed in the wind, and the lake shimmered, reflecting a scene of tranquility. I stepped out first, then turned to help Li Ying. She was nearly eight months pregnant, her belly heavy beneath the pale green dress, her movements slightly clumsy yet radiant with maternal glow. I carefully supported her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through my palm, the baby's movements fluttering at my fingertips, as if communicating with me.
I had once been excited by her degradation and submission, but now I only wished to protect her and build a future with her.
I whispered, "Madam, slowly, be careful."
She giggled, her eyes full of tenderness. Her slender hand rested on my shoulder, her voice soft and alluring: "Husband, with you supporting me, I fear nothing. After all, the child in my belly is your only seed. You, husband, are quite incapable of making little people now."
Her laugh tightened my heart. The shadow of the green hat gradually faded in her tenderness. I helped her slowly out of the carriage; her delicate body leaned against mine, her pale green dress dyed gold by the sunset, like an immortal fairy stepping out of a painting. The baby's movements became even clearer, and my heart had never felt so steady—no matter whose child this was, she was my wife, and that was enough.
As soon as we stood steady, the manor gate slowly pushed open. Zaha, Lin'er, Ting'er, and Zhen Jing were already waiting at the entrance.
Zaha stood at the front, tall with dark skin, his eyes filled with a gentle smile, as if welcoming returning family.
Lin'er and Zhen Jing stood to his left and right, each with their swollen bellies, their pale pink and pale blue skirts gently swaying in the breeze, their faces showing the serenity and contentment of expectant mothers. Lin'er's belly was about six months along, her petite frame showing some strain, yet it couldn't hide the happiness in her eyes. Zhen Jing's belly was larger, looking seven or eight months pregnant, her slender hand gently stroking her abdomen, her eyes full of soft light.
Ting'er stood aside, playfully winking at me, still holding an account book, looking quite like a stewardess or mistress of the house.
My heart jolted, my gaze falling on Lin'er and Zhen Jing's bellies. A guess flashed through my mind. Zaha's children? The cuckold mentality surged again, but strangely, it made me feel a sense of belonging.
Li Ying glanced at me, as if seeing through my thoughts, a sly smile playing on her lips. She whispered, "Husband, it seems the child in my belly isn't your only seed anymore~~~ Do you like this liveliness?"
I nodded, my throat a little dry. I whispered, "I like it... A family, reunited."
She smiled contentedly, her slender hand clasping mine. Looking up, the manor's plaque shimmered in the sunset—"Zhenguan Green Garden Estate."