Flower Stealing Master-Chapter 534: Submission

(G: A very long and spicy chapter. Enjoy.)

“Why are you doing this to me?”

At this moment, Jiao Wan’er no longer appeared as the strong faction leader of the Golden Serpent Camp, but more like a helpless little girl.

“Because I like it,” Song Qingshu replied matter-of-factly, showing no hint of guilt on his face.

Seeing the sorrowful expression on Jiao Wan’er’s face, Song Qingshu frowned and said, “You don’t have to look so grim. Although I won’t favor either of the two, I will give them both equal opportunities. In the future, as they battle for dominance in the world, they’ll have plenty of chances to make great achievements.”

“Your grand words can’t change the fact that I’ve been… v!olated.” Jiao Wan’er heaved, clearly filled with anger and frustration.

“This is merely the consequence of your past mistakes,” Song Qingshu raised his hand, gently caressing her face. “Besides, how can you call it v!olation? At the very least, you’ve won survival and a future for your husband and brother.”

Jiao Wan’er’s face turned bright red. After struggling for a long time, she had reluctantly chosen the word “v!olate,” but from Song Qingshu’s mouth, it turned into the more direct term.

Feeling the heat of his hand, Jiao Wan’er turned her head away uncomfortably, her face fluctuating between emotions, clearly struggling internally.

“Actually, there’s no need for such despair. I have many women by my side; I can’t possibly monopolize you forever. When I tire of you, you’ll be free.”

Hearing Song Qingshu’s words, Jiao Wan’er was both ashamed and furious. “Shameless!”

However, a sense of relief unexpectedly settled in her heart. At least there was an end to this dark abyss… a glimmer of hope for release.

As she thought further, Jiao Wan’er was suddenly shocked by her own reaction: ‘What is happening to me? After being humiliated by him, am I really about to thank him for eventually letting me go?’

“Have you made up your mind? Don’t forget, it was your hesitation earlier that cost your husband and your family their wealth and glory.” Song Qingshu relished the sight of Jiao Wan’er’s internal struggle, feeling a twisted satisfaction.

“I’ve made up my mind.” Jiao Wan’er took a deep breath and made her decision calmly.

“Und*ress.” Song Qingshu leaned back on the bed, gazing at her with a half-smile.

How do you know I won’t reject you?

Jiao Wan’er glared at him hatefully, but in the end, she didn’t dare to utter a word of refusal. Her trembling hands reached for the ribbon at her waist.

After a long while, seeing her hands still resting on the waistband, Song Qingshu snorted coldly, “Don’t test my patience.”

His snort was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last of Jiao Wan’er’s mental defenses. Two streams of tears slid down her cheeks, and her cl0thing fell away like fluttering butterflies, piece by piece.

“Come here!” Song Qingshu commanded, his tone carrying an irresistible force.

Step by step, Jiao Wan’er walked toward the bed…

“Can you turn off the light?” Jiao Wan’er, now only in her undersh!rt, instinctively crossed her arms over her mounds, looking at the man before her with a hint of pleading.

“What fun would there be in turning off the light? I enjoy looking at you like this.”

Song Qingshu scrutinized the woman before him. Her rounded shoulders and smooth arms, likely due to her martial arts practice, showed no signs of flab. Despite being married, her stomach remained flat, her legs shapely and firm, her skin glowing with a faint radiance.

“Help me und*ress.” Song Qingshu ordered.

“Yes.” Jiao Wan’er knelt on the bed, her hands trembling. She had never even served her own husband in this way, yet now she had to obediently serve a stranger, making her feel both hum!liated and ashamed.

After a long while, Jiao Wan’er turned her head, blushing as she whispered, “It’s done.”

“Turn around. Look at me!” Song Qingshu grabbed her chin, forcing her head to face him.

Jiao Wan’er had no choice but to lower her head, avoiding eye contact. But what entered her sight made her heart skip a beat, and soon, a rosy flush spread across her entire b0dy.

Song Qingshu’s hand caressed her face, sliding down her neck until he reached the strap of her undersh!rt. With a slight flick of his fingers, the undersh!rt fell away, leaving her b0dy completely exposed, with no secrets left to hide.

Song Qingshu’s hand pressed against something soft and full. He sighed and said, “Madam, your b0dy is much more voluptu0us than that of a typical young woman.”

Jiao Wan’er felt extremely conflicted. On one hand, she was deeply repulsed, but as his hand continued to caress her, an odd sensation started stirring within her b0dy, filling her with both intense shame and strange feelings from deep within.

“You’re no innocent maiden. You know what comes next, right?” Song Qingshu smiled wickedly.

“Yes.” By this point, Jiao Wan’er had already resigned herself to her fate, only hoping for this nightmare to end quickly.

Seeing her timidly lie down on the bed, Song Qingshu snorted. “Madam, you’re here to serve me, not the other way around.”

Noticing the confusion in her eyes, Song Qingshu smiled thoughtfully. “It seems Brother Luo hasn’t taught you how to se*rve a man properly. Come, I’ll take the liberty of teaching you a few positions in his stead.”

“You!” Hearing him mention her husband, Jiao Wan’er was overwhelmed with shame, but before she could voice her protest, he f0rced her head down between his le*gs.

“Mmph..mnn!.”

“Keep going, don’t stop!” Song Qingshu said, a trace of satisfaction appearing on his face. Seeing her obvious reluctance, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Has Madam never served Brother Luo in this way before?”

Jiao Wan’er finally raised her head, wiped her lips, and angrily said, “My senior brother would never hum!liate me like this!”

“This is one of the greatest pleasures in life; how could you call it hum!liation?” Song Qingshu, knowing that mere force wouldn’t be enough, changed his approach. “Madam, if you can bring me to my limit like this, perhaps I will consider letting you go today.”

“Really?” Jiao Wan’er’s eyes lit up. She thought, since she had already endured this much, what harm was there in doing it once more if it meant saving her dignity?

“Of course,” Song Qingshu replied with a smile.

“Alright!” Jiao Wan’er bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before tucking her hair behind her ears and lowering her head again.

“Motivation really does wonders,” Song Qingshu mused as he watched her enthusiasm grow. Her previous reluctance faded, and she began to use both her m0uth and t0ngue with more effort, causing Song Qingshu’s eyebrow to twitch with p1easure.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Jiao Wan’er suddenly raised her head, rubbing her sore lips, and began to sob, “You lied to me! It’s been so long, and you still… still…”

“That’s your problem, Madam. I gave you the opportunity, and if you can’t grasp it, you can’t blame me,” Song Qingshu said as he lay down on the bed, patting his thigh. “Come, sit on top and do it yourself.”

Jiao Wan’er’s face turned pale, then flushed, as she realized she couldn’t escape this fate. A sense of self-destruction welled up inside her. ‘If I must endure this demon, at least I’ll be the one in control!’ she thought bitterly.

In these times, it was always the husband who commanded, the wife who obeyed. For a wife to ride atop her husband would typically be seen as an insult. But Jiao Wan’er had no such concern for Song Qingshu. She gritted her teeth and straddled his waist.

But when the moment came, Jiao Wan’er hesitated. However, the raging dragon beneath her didn’t give her the chance to overthink. It nudged at the entrance of her drenched cave, and she felt a sudden weakness, as though her entire b0dy had lost its strength. A strange desire to surrender washed over her.

“Madam, I’ve been waiting long enough,” Song Qingshu said.

He could clearly feel the w0man before him had gone soft, her legs trembling. It would only take a gentle push on her shoulders to have her submit, but Song Qingshu didn’t want that. He wanted her to make the move, to take him into her b0dy of her own will.

Song Qingshu enjoyed watching these noble wives teeter on the edge between reason and desire, watching as they gradually fell into the abyss of their own lu*st, their dignity and purity shattered by hum!liation.

Not only did he want their b0dies, but he also sought to completely t0y with their hearts. That was where the true fun lay.

Seeing Song Qingshu’s intense gaze upon her, and realizing that they were both entirely n*aked now, Jiao Wan’er’s heart ached. ‘Am I still going to deceive myself? My purity was lost long ago…’

Finally, Jiao Wan’er gave up on the last bit of resistance in her heart. Slowly, she lowered herself, letting the hot shaft pierce through her canal without any obstruction.

“Ah~” Jiao Wan’er let out a soft m0an, while tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

“Your b0dy has long been craving me. Why the reluctance?” Song Qingshu said as he wiped a slick substance from between her l*egs, showing it to her.

Her face flushed, and she bit her lip, turning her head away in silence. Yet, instinctively, her hips began to sway on their own.

It wasn’t clear how long it lasted before Jiao Wan’er, exhausted and drenched in sweat, c0llapsed onto Song Qingshu’s chest.

Knowing she was exhausted, Song Qingshu did not f0rce her further. He turned over, pressing her down from behind and began to p0und her wantonly in various positions.

“Have you tried this position before?”

“No… never…ahnng~”

“What about this one?”

“Never…ah!”

“And this one?”

“Stop… teasing… meh!”

“Brother Luo should really thank me for unlocking so many positions for his delicate wife.” The room echoed with the man’s arrogant laughter.

“You… shameless…”

What responded was a weak, almost ch)ked female voice, unable to suppress her m0ans.

***

As the dawn sunlight streamed through the window, Song Qingshu opened his eyes.

At first, a trace of confusion flashed through them, but he quickly recalled something and abruptly turned to look beside him.

A w0man, both familiar and strange, lay beside him. The tear stains on her face, still not dried, robbed her of the usual graceful and dignified aura she carried, leaving only fragility in its place.

Her exp0sed skin, marked with traces, told of the storm-like t0rment she had endured the previous night.

“How did this happen?” Song Qingshu gasped in shock. He recognized this woman—she was none other than Jiao Wan’er from the Golden Serpent Camp.

As he carefully recalled the events of the previous day, vague memories surfaced in his mind, and his expression darkened.

Why had he suddenly become so violent and terrifying? Song Qingshu’s thoughts raced, and soon, a terrifying realization hit him. Could it be that the heart demons from the tantric techniques had resurfaced?

He had risen to power, defeating all the heroes of the world, becoming the Golden Serpent King, and crushing the Qing army of a hundred thousand, capturing cities and land, becoming a dominant warlord in his own right. His recent triumphs had almost made him forget about the lurking danger of the heart demons.

Many brilliant minds from tantric practices had ultimately met with destruction—why would he be any different?

Just as Song Qingshu was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed something and looked up.

Jiao Wan’er was awake, staring at him with a face full of terror.

“Madam Luo,” Song Qingshu reached out instinctively.

“Don’t t0uch me!” Jiao Wan’er screamed in fright.

Song Qingshu felt even more remorseful. “I know no words can make up for the harm I’ve caused you, but I still want to tell you that the person last night wasn’t truly me. I was just…” Song Qingshu found himself unable to continue. How could he explain such a situation?

“Does saying all this even matter now?” Jiao Wan’er bit her lip so hard it nearly bled. “I just hope that leader remembers his promise from yesterday. I’ll take my leave now.”

With that, Jiao Wan’er wrapped herself in the blanket and stood up. Even though she knew that everything that should and shouldn’t have been seen had already been exp0sed to the man beside her, she instinctively resisted revealing her b0dy to a man other than her husband.

But just as she stood up, a sharp soreness between her l*egs caused her to lose her balance, and she stumbled toward the ground.

“Be careful, Madam.” Song Qingshu’s reflexes were quick, and he caught her in time.

“There’s no need for the leader to trouble himself,” Jiao Wan’er said, her face pale as she pushed him away. She grabbed her cl0thes scattered on the floor and walked behind the screen.

‘Last night, he was a beast, but now he’s pretending to be a gentleman.’ As Jiao Wan’er walked, she felt her legs go weak, and her b0dy seemed light and floating. She couldn’t help but feel bitter.

Hearing the rustling of clothes behind the screen, Song Qingshu, in the past, might have indulged in wild thoughts. But in the current situation, he was far from at ease. The thought of Jiao Wan’er’s identity gnawed at him. If what happened last night were exposed, everything he had painstakingly built would be destroyed…

‘Should I… silence her?’ Song Qingshu was startled by the terrifying thought that suddenly crossed his mind. Why had he considered something so sinister? The tantric practices truly had a demonic influence. As his skills deepened, it seemed his nature had unknowingly been altered.

At this point, Song Qingshu had to admit that the approach taken by the version of himself from last night had been the most appropriate.

He knew he couldn’t afford to show even a hint of mercy right now. If Jiao Wan’er detected the slightest softness, she would no longer be under his control. And if she exposed what had happened last night…

Jiao Wan’er emerged from behind the screen, passing by the dressing table. As she looked at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, her heart ached: she would never again be a clean w0man.

Glancing at the man not far away, Jiao Wan’er couldn’t help but feel puzzled. How could he change so drastically in just one night? Last night, he had been so cruel, showing no mercy, but now he was so gentle. To be honest, this current version of him was more like the man admired by thousands…

“What are you staring at?” Song Qingshu’s cold voice abruptly jolted her out of her thoughts.

“I’ll be leaving now,” Jiao Wan’er said, lowering her head, no longer wanting to stay in this nightmare of a place.

“Remember what I told you last night. If you accidentally say anything you shouldn’t, I don’t think I need to remind you of the consequences!” Even though Song Qingshu had returned to his normal self, he still had to mimic the tone of the person he was last night to issue the threat.

Jiao Wan’er’s face turned pale, her b0dy trembling. “I understand.”

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