“First Miss,” came a soft whisper by the tent’s entrance.

Making sure he drank it all, Mu Rong Shan straightened up, her finger on her lips, a gentle smile on her face.

“I grew impatient and forgot, but,” she glanced at his flushed face, “alcohol, plus the incense, maybe we won’t need the aphrodisiac too?”

Her eyes danced with glee at the killing intent he was flashing her, “let us just take some for the fun of it anyway.”

Talking until here, she put down the cup and went to the entrance to meet her servant girls outside. These two were extremely loyal to her and she needed not check to know that they wouldn’t breathe words of her actions today. They were the ones who were always there and sometimes even gave her ideas for her schemes. However, giving her the book she asked for and the small vial with transparent liquid inside, these young women’s eyes were carrying some fear. Behind that closed tent, it was, after all, the fearsome Ru general. The first Miss doing this kind of things was it to force this person’s hand into marrying her?... Would such a bold think work?... Were they supposed to call for people to show that he had tarnished their miss’s reputation?

“First Miss,” one of them began uneasily but was cut short.

Mu Rong Shan just took the two things from them, not inclined to explain herself,

“Don’t wander too far… don’t stay here either… Don’t do things I didn’t ask for… just stay put and wait for me.” And she once again entered the tent, closing the cloth behind her.

She glanced at the bedridden person, the smile returning.

Wishing to marry? There were no such things in her mind. She merely wanted to vent. So far, she was quite enjoying herself.

She put the whole vial’s content in what was left of the bottle of wine then stirred it. Opening the small book, she started reading it under the candles’ light.

“Wait for just a little, I am learning,” she told him, turning the pages slowly.

A couple more pages after, she didn’t want to read anymore. It wasn’t explicit enough and the illustrations were just too ugly to look at. By herself certainly, she could come somewhere. The most important information, the part of him that was going to be in hers, was fortunately mentioned in that book. For the rest, she could fill the gap with what she knew of the protagonists’ sweet moments and her own imagination.

The book was thus left alone as she approached him, starting to undress him. The ropes that were bounding him were quite unnerving, blocking her movements. These things were suddenly unsightly to her. He would be unable to move for a couple more hours. Kissing his front, she said,

“Wait a little more,”

She straightened the clothes that she was about to take off and when he was once again neatly clothed she went out to call for her servants. Mu Rong An then had them unbound him even though the women didn’t seem convinced that it was a good idea. The servants didn’t dare meet eyes with this fearsome general too scared and worrying that he might just kill them when he would be good and about once again. Who knew if today wasn’t their last day!

Once done, they were chased out once again.

He was unbound, but still very much unable to move. Mu Rong An liked that sight better.

She started with his feet, taking off his dark boots. Then struggled to peel off his clothes one by one. Quite clumsily. She felt him shivered under her touch. Her hands were a little cold while his body was hot.

Contrary to hers, his body wasn’t soft but quite hard with well-drawn muscles. From his clavicles, she let her hand trailed, touching his chest, drawing the contours of his pectoris, his firm abs like steel, the beginning of his mermaid lines which died in a forest of hair.

Her gaze landed on a certain part of his body and she couldn’t help but comment.

“I never saw one... general you have quite the baggage...” she said, admiring for a second before taking back her gaze to look at his face, “The second prince has two concubines but now that he’s married he’ll most certainly neglect them. You, on the other side, never knew a woman and normally wouldn’t for a few more months... Going far away to forget your first love and for your forbidden feelings to not be discovered, stumbling upon that magnificent woman who was saving people from bandits.”

Talking until here, she sighed, “but we, on the other hands are normal people, who only know how to shout, run and cry when faced with bandits. Who would be thinking about saving others? No wonder then I suppose, that you’d be attracted to her sense of justice…”

She got up and put his clothes in one corner. There was a basin lying by the head of the bed that she bring closer with some efforts, for it was filled with water. Beside it, there were a large sponge and a towel.

Putting the sponge in the water, she then wrung it and proceeded to wipe him. Goosebumps. He shivered again, the hot water having long turned cold. She didn’t mind him, kept on sponged bathing him.

“Never a well breed lady, you always fall in love with the special one, and she falls in love with your purity, your good heart, ‘you being you’ she would call it... Guess what?” she stopped and asked looking at his eyes “not in this lifetime.” She finished with a smile.

Thoroughly cleaning him, she wiped him with the towel and gave him a beam, really satisfied with herself. It was her turn she thought. He was completely naked in front of her; she had to lay down her clothes too.

The sweet and intoxicating smell of the incense had her flushed already or maybe it was shyness?

She took down her outer robe and peeled off her own clothing; but in the end, when only her inner clothes separated her from the state of being as naked as a new-born, she hesitated and ultimately chose to stay like this. With her inner robe.

It clung to her body and tease the imagination without revealing anything.

“The both of us are bathed and ready-” an explosion’s sounds cut her off, startling her. When she understood and remembered what it was, she chuckled. The wedding’s fireworks. The second prince had absolutely insisted to have it.

She filled the cup of wine one more time,

“Your best friend is savoring his wedding night, let us have our own mock wedding night here,” she said with an anger she couldn’t conceal.

She drank half of the cup and leaned to make him drink the other half of the wine that had been tampered with aphrodisiac long before. This time, he was struggling and not gulping it down at all. Which was quite impressive of him, considering the amount of drugs that she had put in his alcohol before. He normally shouldn’t be able to move the sole muscle, not even his tongue. Should she rejoice that he couldn’t bite her still?

She closed his nostrils her hand, forcing him to drink by her mouth. It was only when the last drop passed down his throat that she let go. He coughed a little after, searching for breath. When he had gulped enough air, she kissed him again, tasting the wine on his tongue.

She was quite bad at it, she was aware of it herself, but she liked it anyway, his hot breath mingling with hers, his tongue that was trying to push hers out but ultimately dancing in sync.

The aphrodisiac was coursing through her veins and she was starting feeling hot. Really hot. And him, with all the incense, aphrodisiac and drugs as well, was slowly feeling it too, whether he liked it or no.

She put her hand on his cheek and kissed him until her tongue went numb and she was gasping for air. The, she laid open-mouthed kisses all over his throat. She sat on him for better access, one foot at each side, her lips on his clavicles, his chest, down his belly. She really wanted to kiss him all over. Like a new found toy, she couldn’t get enough of him.

Himself conscious of it or not, she didn’t know, but his body was responding to hers, and she soon felt something hard that was poking at her.

That part really gets hard, she thought. It wasn’t an exaggeration.

When she was bathing him, it was soft but now it got harder and bigger. Was this thing really supposed to enter her body? She smiled and touched it, not really knowing what to do with it. However, just being held inside her hot and soft hand, it got even harder. She found this quite interesting and stroked it up and down until it was hard as steel… and twitching.

She heard Ru Shan Yong groaned in a guttural manner almost as though she was torturing him. His face was flushed and she liked that. Adored that actually, knowing that it was she, who was making writhe.

It was time she supposed, to be joined. She seated herself on him and looking into his eyes, while one hand was holding his member, she gauged his reaction as she was trying to let him in her entrance.

It was starting to go in but then got blocked. She wondered a little if he was too thick for her. Could it be that actually some men and some women couldn’t perform because of physical disparity? Stubborn, she wriggled, while he groaned, and painfully, in the end, the whole of him entered her. Gasping, she laid on his chest, searching for breath. It was really awful and she felt full. There were tears at the corners of her eyes.

He groaned seemingly searching for breath too, making her wondered exactly what he was feeling; for his face was flushed and his body was obviously reacting to hers but his eyes were glaring daggers at her.

“Is it hatred that I see?” she asked him, still on his chest. “It is, isn’t it? Good!” she leaned and kissed him, forgetting all about her discomfort. She bit his one of his earlobes and whispered to him “I want you to remember it well: the one who took it, the one who was first, was me! Not the one you love, not the one you’ll love in some unclear future or dreams, but the one who you presently hate. Mu Rong An. Never forget!”

She kissed him again, tasting the lingering wine in his mouth, taking it all.

“Men are call flower thief” she breathed to him, “I wonder how a woman should be called?”

The gaze he was looking her with was thunderous and promising retribution. She relinquished at the sight, even taken the pleasure to continue from it. Having taken the length of him for a time, her body was better, having adapted to his size.

She straightened up and arched her back, starting the oldest rhythm of humanity. She rocked herself up and down, slowly, adapting to him, the pain still lingering. He grunted and she could swear he had buckled his hips if she wasn’t persuaded that he couldn’t move! The faster she got, the more pronounced his grunts would be, turning into moans sometimes. She really liked that. What her body could make his do.

She picked up her pace then, to hear him some more. The faster she got, the more bouncing her breasts would be. Following his line of sight, she saw him looking at them, thus while rocking, she leaned and placed her hands on his eyes,

“Don’t stare” she whispered or simply thought, she didn’t really know, before kissing his throat.

The women this general fell in love with had, both of them, the habit to bandage their breasts and sneak out as males. Their breasts, constantly constricted, didn’t develop much and when this person’s future woman was once ashamed of that fact, he soothed her by saying that he didn’t like those vulgar meaty things and preferred hers, small but beautiful.

She picked up her pace while his grunts grew noisier. It was painful still for her. Was the villainess not supposed to feel the pleasure at all, she wondered? Yet she was still feeling all powerful by what she was making him feel. Soon she felt him twitched inside her and something hot poured was released and she cried a little, surprised by this.

She was a little bewildered.

“Did you just-?”, she started, looking at him, but as though ashamed of himself, he had closed his eyes, refusing to meet hers.

Where is the fairness in it all? Where was the part where ‘pleasure mingled with pain’? Wasn’t she supposed to know sexual release? Ever?

If the story had gone normally, she would be married to the Fen country’s crown prince. The man had an extremely wicked sense of pleasure, liking his counterpart to feel pain, a real sadist. He would torture her, take her by force, he also liked to enjoy watching other men take her by force.

So now she was feeling a little miffed to be denied pleasure even now.

Did she think she would be surviving more than just some few months? No, she didn’t think so. She had already angered dear miss heroine and was certainly a nuisance for dear mister hero. No matter what, she was quite sure that she would be sent to the neighboring country or if not, they would find a way to deal with her.

And now that she angered this famous general, she’d certainly die in an even quicker way but the difference being that it was actually on her own terms!

Whether she’ll be going to another country and be tortured there or the man she just took advantage of will kill her, she wanted those on her terms. Her death should be initiated by her own hands, the consequences of her own actions! She may be venting herself on him, but she knew that when it will come to him counterattacking, he wouldn’t implicate her whole family for no one would ever know that it was done by him.

That’s how much she trusts his thorough sense of revenge: when he acts, his enemy has no way for defense.

She chuckled as she saw his eyes still closed.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said as she kissed his nose, “it was satisfying in other parts.”

She got to know a side of him that no one before her knew; she heard the sounds that no one before her had him make.

She got off from him, cleaned herself with another towel, and cleaned him too. She snuffled out the incense.

Hunger was clawing at her like a cat. Firstly draping him with a sheet, she wore her middle robe and opened the lids of the dishes that she had her servants prepared long ago. She had, after all, the intention to spend the whole night here! Until the morn!

The meal was light and after eating, she found joy in forcing him to eat and drink soup too, by her mouth.

He breathed heavily, his eyes sending her warnings that she paid no heed to and just had her way with his mouth, closing his nose if necessary. It came to the point that he stopped resisting and just ate what she was passing down.

“Like a baby bird!” she said with glee.

“…”

Even when the meal was finished she couldn’t help but kissed him again, taking him lower lip in her mouth, gently sucking. It was delicious in a really unique way. She trailed to his earlobes, his throat. She unwrapped her middle robe and sat on him again, putting a hand on his silky long black hair. She took off that held them and saw it fall on the bed, some on the tapestry.

“So smooth” she complimented.

He grunted and she was quite surprised to hear his voice. It was strained and feeble but he was still able to talk.

“That’s enough!” he had said, almost making her jump. Was the medicine wearing off or was he usual his martial arts? Didn’t that got blocked too?

Not wanting to take risks, she got up and, using the ropes that had been left in a corner of the room, she bound his members once again to the pikes by his sides. Sure that it was secure enough, she resumed her position.

He was glaring hatefully at her while she was letting her hands roamed freely over his chest. He was a little hairy, she pulled at it and in the end, the fingers were replaced by her tongue. Licking, sucking, pulling lightly with her teeth. She placed wet kissed all over his chest, before taking in her mouth one of his cherries. It was so small. She wondered if men liked it, as women were supposed to when playing with their breasts. She teased one with her teeth while pinching the other her hands.

Whatever he really felt, his body was responding to hers anyway.

He was groaning again and grunting. She inverted and took the other in her hand while pinching the first. The sounds he was making, even though he was trying to restrain them were so sweet.

She came back to kiss his neck again, somehow, she really liked his neck and he liked it too for his groans were more guttural now.

“Miss…Mu” he said with difficulty,

“Shhh… just feel” she whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe with her teeth, her hands roaming everywhere on his body.

Now that he could talk, he was certainly able to bite. Would he bite her? If he did, it would certainly be painful. Who knew if he wouldn’t be drawing blood? But she wanted to kiss him anyway. It was like a need, and she yielded in without holding back, tasting the meal that he just ate all over again.

She seated herself on him again. It was still quite uncomfortable and slightly painful. She groaned,

“I am the one taking advantage of you, why am I still the one hurting?”

Is it bleeding again she wondered, since when cleaning up she caught some blood on herself.

***

She took a cold sponged bath, thoroughly cleaning herself before sponged bathed him. The night was quite advanced and she was tired and sored. Snuffing out the light, she lay by his side on the sole bed of the tent, draping both of them with a thick cover. He, in his naked glory, while she had her inner robe on. She leaned to him, drawing his heat closer to her.

It was quite comfortable to lean on him, so she unceremoniously used his chest as a cushion and slept until the morning without any hint of remorse at all.

***

When the morning came, her servants called to her.

Waking up, she saw him glaring at her, and she smiled, wondering a little if he didn’t sleep at all. Not minding, she kissed his forehead, not daring enough now, to kiss him on the lips. Who knew if the night before he wasn’t just too enthralled by what they were doing and responded in the heat of the moment, now, most certainly, he would bite her tongue off.

She got up and clothed herself.

He said nothing, but his eyes were telling a history of their own. A story tainted with blood.

“Now why the long face, I even bathed you. Shouldn’t we call ourselves even? Consider this a little revenge for throwing me into the pond.” She told him amiably once ready to leave.

In good mood, one that she didn’t have in a long while, she unbound the ropes. The drugs’ effects were going to wear off in a couple of hours. She brought his clothes closer and couldn’t resist kissing his neck once more before straightening up.

The servants had already taken everything inside the tent beside the tent itself and the tapestry and of course, the bedding.

“Why?” he had asked as she neared the entrance, ready to step into the morning and disappear from his sight.

She paused in her steps and glanced at him. Rather than forcefully taken, wasn’t it still better to have those kinds of things done her way? And if she could spite him too, why leave the chance alone?

“Why not?”

Thinking that somewhere she cheated her destiny had her smile as she left the place.

She rejoined the people from the wedding, taking back her place with the servant that she had disguised as herself. Everything went quite smoothly, and when he came back later to depart with everyone, they didn’t even meet.

***

Coming back in Mu residence, she had her servants personally brew the soup for not getting pregnant and drinking it, she let the whole affair at the back of her mind, as though it never happened. Spreading the news that she was sick, she didn’t want any visitor and while the women of the capital thought she loosed too much face and was hiding, she absolutely didn’t mind for once. She was, for the first time in a good while, at peace with herself and feeling quite good about the fact.

Concerning things like that she was living in a book, didn’t feel all that much true. For her, those were only information. The reality was her life here. Sure, knowing some things, she could have done something about her fate, trying to completely divert it. But such a thing was too late now and she doubted she would have been successful in living by herself if she had tried to flee. Even if she had gotten married immediately she doubted that she’d be really left alone.

This method was good. Ru general didn’t torture those that he killed. It was always swift and ended in an instant. That was the kind of death she wanted to have.

…Yet many days later, nothing happened to her still.

***

She, mysteriously, was still alive, even though the day of renewal was just a couple of days from now. It was really surprising.

In the end, would she still go to Fen country?

Those people from the neighboring countries were going to come in just a few days. Ru general, if following the story, was going to the borders some months after that, where he would meet his future wife. Mu Rong An vaguely thought about their romance then pushed it at the back of her mind. She didn’t really care.

As much as she wanted to distract herself from such thoughts, she’d inevitably think of her previous fiancé and smashed things down in anger. Will he really send her to that hell of a country?

In the end, she was quite unwilling!