The Villains Must Win-Chapter 21: (18+) Han Feng

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

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Four months passed, and still, the emperor’s devotion to Xue Li showed no signs of waning. He had given her gifts of unparalleled splendor—silks in the richest hues, hairpins adorned with precious stones, and sweet delicacies sourced from the farthest corners of the empire.

Yet, these tokens were but a fraction of what he offered her. What mattered most was his time, his presence, and the quiet intimacy they shared.

Xue Li, once a mere servant with a cold and unassuming demeanor, had become the emperor’s most cherished companion. Her seemingly fragile nature masked a quiet strength that drew him in. To Han Feng, she was not just a concubine; she was the anchor that steadied his storm-tossed soul.

Their bond was not rooted in passion alone but in something far deeper—a connection that transcended words and gestures.

While the court murmured with curiosity and the palace servants offered silent prayers for her continued favor so the emperor remained in a good mood, Han Feng and Xue Li existed in their own world, bound together by something neither could fully name but both felt in their hearts.

For the emperor, Xue Li was more than a fleeting indulgence; she was his sanctuary. And for Xue Li, the emperor’s unwavering devotion was both a blessing and a mystery she cherished right now above all else.

However, Xue Li did not dare grow complacent. She was well aware that in six short months, Rui Hua and Liang Wei would meet. Once that happened, it would only be a matter of time before the female lead would be kidnapped and brought to the palace as a hostage—used as a bargaining tool for disputed lands.

It was dangerous to let Han Feng meet Rui Hua at all. Avoiding that encounter was the safest course, so Xue Li resolved to find a way to subtly steer Han Feng’s thoughts away from the Liang territory. Changing his mind without drawing suspicion would not be easy, but it was necessary.

Beyond that, there was another pressing matter. Despite the emperor’s reputation for keeping countless women in the palace, only four had ever earned his favor. Yet now, only two remained—favored concubines who still clung to him. The other two had been banished after foolishly testing Han Feng’s temper, their influence lost forever.

Sitting quietly by the window, Xue Li held a book in her hands, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. She was carefully formulating her next steps.

How could she eliminate the two remaining concubines without drawing attention? One misstep could bring disaster, but if she succeeded, Han Feng’s full favor would belong solely to her.

Just as she pondered these thoughts, a familiar presence stirred the air in the room. Before she could react, Han Feng entered. Xue Li immediately rose from her seat and offered a graceful bow.

"Your Majesty." Her voice was soft and respectful, yet there was a tension in the air, as if the room itself held its breath.

Han Feng did not reply with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, his eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry with desire. Without warning, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward the bed. Before she could utter a word, his lips crashed against hers with a fierce intensity.

Xue Li’s muffled gasp was the only sound as he deepened the kiss. The servants hurriedly withdrew from the room, none daring to linger even a second longer.

Now, only the two of them remained, shrouded by the silk drapes and the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. Han Feng’s touch was both possessive and gentle, his actions leaving no room for doubt—she was his, and he would allow no one to take her from him.

As Xue Li’s undergarments hit the floor, Han Feng’s robes fall open, revealing the chiseled physique beneath. His cock stood at attention, slick with precum and throbbing like a piston ready to burst free.

Han Feng’s face disappeared between Xue Li’s thighs, and she expected the familiar rush of his cock plunging deep into her pussy. But instead, she felt a tongue licking her, like a snake slithering through a wet tunnel. The tip of his tongue darted in and out of her core, teasing her G-spot . . .

Xue Li’s moans were muffled by the sound of their heavy breathing as Han Feng lap up every last drop of her cum. Her body shuddered and trembled around him, threatening to implode with pleasure. Han Feng responded in kind, drinking deeper into the depths of her cunt like a ravenous beast unchained.

The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air as they ravage each other without restraint. Han Feng slip one finger inside before adding another, his movements alternating between slow and fast strokes as he milk every last drop from Xue Li’s quivering flesh.

Han Feng’s hands hovered above Xue Li’s pussy, his eyes locked onto the tender flesh below. "Do you like this, my little Xue Li?"

With a deft touch, he spread her labia apart, exposing the pink folds of her pussy to his gaze. His tongue darted out like a snake, lapping at her swollen clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

"F-Feng . . . m-more . . . please . . . give it to me . . . ," Xue Li’s voice trembled, unable to endure Han Feng’s relentless teasing any longer. She writhed beneath him, her body begging for release. He was a master of seduction, and this playful torment was driving her to the brink of madness.

"I’ll give you what you desire, my sweet little Xue Li," Han Feng murmured, his voice deep and sultry, "but first . . . I want to savor every part of you."

Xue Li’s moans were muffled by Han Feng’s mouth as he feasts on her tender flesh. His tongue darted between Xue Li’s parted thighs, his wet kisses leaving a trail of fire as he savored her sweet aroma. His fingers dug gently into the flesh of her thighs as he positioned himself to claim her pussy as his own personal playground.