The Villains Must Win-Chapter 18: (+) Han Feng 18

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Xue Li found herself spread-eagled beneath him, legs splayed wide open and arms trapped against the tub walls by his massive frame. The water churn around them like a cauldron of madness as he began to ride her hard . . . his balls slapping against her butt in a maddening rhythm . . .

"Xue Li! My Xue Li!" He bellowed into the airless space between their faces as he grinded away at her tender flesh. His mouth clamped down on hers again, swallowing her screams and forcing their lips together in a raw, animalistic kiss . . .

The water’s edge creep higher around them, threatening to engulf the tub . . .

As Han Feng continued to ravage Xue Li, the water around them reaches a boiling point.

"Xue Li, come for me!" he growled against her ear, his voice like thunder on the verge of eruption.

With one final burst of strength, Han Feng drove himself deep into Xue Li’s pulsing pussy, triggerig a catastrophic release of energy that sent shudders coursing through their entwined bodies.

The tub’s surface froths and churns around them like a possessed sea as they scream out in primal ecstasy . . .

Xue Li’s eyes roll back in her head as she felt the orgasm crash over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses beneath him, milking every last drop from Han Feng’s throbbing cock.

Han Feng followed suit moments later, roaring with satisfaction as he emptied himself deep within Xue Li’s warm depths . . .

In the quiet corridors near the imperial chambers, faint murmurs of passion echoed softly, carried by the stillness of the night.

Though the sounds hinted at the emperor’s rare vulnerability, no servant dared to linger or speculate. Guards stood steadfast at their posts, their expressions stoic, their lips sealed as if bound by an unspoken vow. The servants bustled silently, averting their gazes and suppressing any hint of curiosity.

For the first time, the palace bore witness to the emperor’s audible contentment, a revelation that spread like a quiet ripple through its halls. Whispers did not dare take root, for none would gamble their lives by gossiping about such an intimate matter.

Instead, a newfound reverence grew. The emperor’s favor toward Concubine Xue Li became indisputable, for she alone had managed to temper the fire within his heart and soul. Her presence brought harmony to the emperor’s spirit, an achievement no other had managed. freewёbnoνel.com

In the days that followed, Emperor Han Feng’s attentions became even more pronounced. His presence lingered in Xue Li’s chambers from night until well past the morning sun.

Courtly affairs, urgent as they might be, were delayed until he reluctantly parted from her side. Meals were taken together in quiet companionship, the emperor’s gaze often softening as he watched Xue Li delicately lift her chopsticks or pour tea.

Servants attending them marveled at the rare sight of their ruler smiling, a gentle warmth that seemed to melt the usual sternness from his features.

Even during moments of duty, the emperor found ways to keep Xue Li close. When required to spend long hours in his study, he would summon her to sit nearby.

While Han Feng poured over edicts and imperial documents, Xue Li sat quietly with a book, her delicate fingers turning the pages in silent concentration. Her calm presence, like the steady flow of a tranquil stream, soothed the emperor’s often turbulent thoughts.

Occasionally, his gaze would drift from the papers to her, lingering on her serene profile as if drawing strength from her quiet support.

The palace soon learned that Han Feng’s affection for Xue Li was no fleeting infatuation. Unlike the passing fancies of emperors past, his devotion deepened with time.

Servants had once speculated that his interest in her would wane within weeks, as had happened with others before her. But weeks turned into months, and still, the emperor sought no one but Xue Li. Her chambers became his nightly sanctuary, and her presence his constant solace.

What set Xue Li apart, they realized, was not merely her weak, white lotus countenance—though it was undeniable—but the way she complemented the emperor in ways none could have foreseen.

Her quiet demeanor did not demand his attention; instead, it offered him peace. Her gentle, almost ethereal nature was the balm to his fiery temper, her cool touch a reprieve from the relentless demands of the heat of his body.

Everything had been unfolding smoothly for Xue Li until one morning, an uninvited guest appeared at the gates of her chambers—a figure from a past she had long buried.

Standing proudly before the guards was Xue Rou, her presence commanding attention. Though in her late thirties, Xue Rou possessed a beauty that had not faded with time. Her features were delicate yet sharp, her eyes cunning, and her figure was one that could rival even the most sought-after noblewomen of the capital. It was clear that Xue Li had inherited her beauty and allure from this very woman.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their hands tightening nervously around their spears.

Xue Rou’s tone was imperious as she demanded entry. "I am Xue Rou, the mother of Concubine Xue Li. Let me in at once. Would you dare deny me access to my own daughter?"

They hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Rumors of the emperor’s infatuation with Xue Li had spread throughout the palace. If this woman was indeed her mother, treating her poorly could result in dire punishment. No one wished to lose their head for offending the favored concubine’s kin.

Left with no other choice, they reluctantly opened the gates.

As Xue Rou was led through the opulent corridors of the palace, her eyes gleamed with ambition. Every polished surface, every golden ornament, every perfumed breeze spoke of the life she had always coveted. A life of luxury, respect, and power.

’That daughter of mine . . .’ she mused, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. ’It seems she finally has her use. After all these years, she’s proven herself worthy.’

In truth, Xue Rou had already forgotten about Xue Li. She had little affection for Xue Li. To her, Xue Li was merely a tool—an instrument to secure her own place in the imperial palace. She envisioned herself basking in wealth and privilege, with servants at her beck and call.

Perhaps, if fortune favored her, she might even catch the emperor’s eye herself. And if not, being the mother of the most beloved concubine in the empire was more than enough to ensure a life of ease.