Chapter 38: The Young Noble Violated by the Princess

Her figure was alluring, her skin as smooth as congealed fat, and her long, porcelain-white legs teased the senses as they shimmered through the red gauze. He panicked, realizing the situation was spiraling beyond his control. "Hey! Why are you taking off your clothes? I only want the silver, not your body!"

As he spoke, he had already hooked a hand and a foot onto the window frame, preparing to leap to his escape. Only one thought raced through his mind: this woman had gone mad! She was absolutely starved for affection! To think she would even stoop to someone of his stature!

Seeing Murong Xi attempting to flee, Yun Qiange was hardly going to let that happen. Hmph, trying to squeeze money out of her wasn't going to be that easy. She would make sure he never dared to come back again.

Yun Qiange grabbed his leg and clung to it, refusing to let go. "Don't be shy. I’m penniless right now—you know the entire Princess’s Manor can’t even afford a meal. If you don't mind, I can set aside my status as a woman and let you be on top while I’m on the bottom."

"Nonsense! A woman on top is against the natural order. If a man were on top, it would violate the husband's way; it would be a laughingstock if word ever got out."

He struggled to scramble away as he spoke, but—wait? Why couldn't he move?

Murong Xi looked back to see Yun Qiange clutching his leg and dragging him back inside. His mind went blank with a buzz—heaven was truly forsaking him!

Taking advantage of his daze, she finally hauled him down, used her strength to pin him to the bed, and leaned in to kiss his thin, red lips. "Oh, come now. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. As long as I don't say it and you don't say it, no one will ever find out. From today on, I am yours. Come now... Mwah! Mwah!"

When Murong Xi regained his senses, he was met with this horrifying sight. Her already ghastly face, combined with those puckered red lips, reminded him of the matron who sold steamed buns outside his shop.

He hurriedly reached out to cover his lips, but he couldn't stop a scorching kiss from landing on his hand. He could clearly feel her saliva on his skin, and his face turned deathly pale. "That is not what I meant. I am saying that in broad daylight, this is indecent."

Damn it, why had this woman suddenly gone into heat? Hadn't she always despised his looks, resented him for showing his face in public to run his business, and treated him with cold disdain? Why would she suddenly want to share a bed with him today?

She buried her head in his chest, stripping off his clothes, and murmured, "I am a dignified princess; who would dare criticize me? Little Xi, you must be gentle with me—ever so gentle."

Utterly miserable! Had he known this would happen, he never would have come to collect his debt. Nothing was more important than his own purity. Had he spent all this time dodging and guarding only to fall into her clutches today?

He tried to put back on whatever she took off, but he couldn't keep up with her speed. Soon, his outer robes were discarded, and even his jade crown had been unfastened by that woman, leaving him in nothing but a pure white undergarment.

Her hot, supple body pressed down upon him. With eyes as seductive as silk, she gazed at his deathly pale face, then leaned close to his ear, breathing like an orchid: "Husband, come and devour your wife."

It was a line that should have been incredibly provocative, but to Murong Xi, it sounded like a death knell. Gritting his teeth, he finally turned his ashen face toward the door and roared, "Open the lock! Hurry, open the lock!"

Fumbling sounds echoed from outside. The door swung open, and several young attendants rushed in. "Young Master!"

They froze at the sight before them: the woman in red gauze pressing down on the man like a giant, sticky octopus. The man’s dark hair was disheveled, his undergarment half-open, revealing a wide expanse of pale, exposed skin. A thunderous realization struck the attendants: had their Young Master been... violated by the Princess?

At that very moment, a cold, ethereal man walked in. The scene seemed to sting his eyes; his hand trembled, and the light blue mask he had been holding fell with a sharp clatter onto the cold floor.