An Sheng's kiss was fierce and relentless. Once he finished, he directly picked up A Mei and carried her towards the bed.
"Good A Mei, your husband will let you experience a woman's pleasure today."
A Mei understood perfectly well what he meant. Immediately, she looked at An Sheng with both shyness and dependence. She allowed him to peel off her clothes, feeling a mix of nervousness and a trace of timidity. She spoke softly, "Husband, but it's still daylight."
An Sheng's dark eyes surged with a thick desire, contrary to that of a normal man—seemingly mad, yet carrying a deliberately restrained brutality. To avoid frightening A Mei beneath him, he lowered his eyelids and contentedly nibbled on her cheek, kissing and licking his way down her smooth skin. As he kissed, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "My darling, with my lady being so utterly charming like this, even if your husband isn't a complete man, he can't hold back anymore. Who cares about day or night?"
An Sheng wantonly kissed and caressed every inch of A Mei's skin.
The more obedient A Mei was, the harder it became for An Sheng to suppress that indescribable... urge within him.
An Sheng had desires, but as a eunuch who had lost that male symbol, he naturally couldn't find release as easily as a normal man. A eunuch's release was often accompanied by brutality and torment.
But An Sheng held back. He couldn't bear to ravage his woman like that.
A Mei was flushed all over, her body trembling uncontrollably. With An Sheng's actions, she felt both discomfort and a strange sensation she couldn't describe. An Sheng's large, calloused hands roamed everywhere on her body, leaving a trail of scalding heat and an eagerness A Mei didn't understand. His chaotic, biting kisses made her think at times that her husband was going to devour her. She rarely heard his breathing become so heavy and ragged like this.
At first, A Mei was shy and timid, forcing herself not to make a sound. But as An Sheng's actions grew increasingly excessive, A Mei couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her breaths gradually becoming interspersed with sobs...
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A Mei cried, but not from pain. An Sheng had promised not to hurt her and truly controlled himself not to cause her pain. Yet, the torment of being plunged into those overwhelming desires was enough to reduce the inexperienced and innocent A Mei to tears.
By now, An Sheng was also drenched in sweat. Looking at the thoroughly flushed and trembling woman in his arms, he felt solace, but also a sense of insufficiency—it wasn't enough! It was as if a wild beast raged within An Sheng, a mad impulse roaring to break free, to tear A Mei apart, destroy her, devour her, swallow her whole to satisfy that perverse craving for complete possession.
But An Sheng couldn't bear it. He forcibly suppressed the innate brutality in his bones.
A long time passed.
Finally, the room fell silent.
The young woman lay limp and utterly spent on the bed, softly sobbing. The corners of her eyes were damp, her nose red, and even her lips, which had cried out so much, were swollen and bruised from An Sheng's torment, carrying an unspoken aura.
An Sheng propped himself up, glanced at the disarray on the bed, then gathered the slightly trembling A Mei into his arms. He casually grabbed a corner of the quilt to wipe his hands roughly, then used a cloth to gently clean A Mei, his deep gaze filled with both pity and love.
An Sheng leaned close to A Mei's ear, his voice indescribably low, soft, and coaxing, "Good A Mei, tell your husband, was serving you like this... pleasurable?"
A Mei's lips trembled. After a long moment, she nodded, then shook her head.
A Mei's utterly loved and pitiful appearance greatly pleased An Sheng. For the first time, An Sheng tangibly felt the satisfaction of being a man—never had it been so intense before. An Sheng slowly exhaled near A Mei's ear, "Do you like how your husband treats you, hmm?"
At this moment, A Mei's entire being was numb.
She buried her head in An Sheng's chest, too ashamed to speak.
Her husband asked if it was pleasurable. A Mei thought about it. She had to admit that, in truth, it had been pleasurable.
But it was too much pleasure. A Mei felt driven mad by those sensations. Neither her body nor her mind felt like her own anymore.
This feeling was too terrifying for the inexperienced A Mei.
Finally, A Mei weakly raised a fist and tapped it lightly against An Sheng's chest, complaining coquettishly, "Husband, you bullied A Mei."
Hearing this, An Sheng laughed heartily, his sharp voice filled with satisfaction and gentleness, "Then, will A Mei still let her husband bully her?"
A Mei's heart trembled. Though she was intensely shy, she mustered her courage. Leaning in An Sheng's embrace, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck. An Sheng instinctively lowered his head in response. A Mei parted her small mouth and gently kissed An Sheng's lips.
The kiss was light and quick.
An Sheng stared intently at A Mei, seeing her eyes filled with damp moisture, brimming with an affection and dependence she herself wasn't even aware of—pitiful and adorable.
She spoke softly, "A Mei only lets her husband bully her."
Suddenly, An Sheng was utterly certain: he was completely, irrevocably lost to this A Mei for the rest of his life!
