Chapter 141 - 18+
Yueqing squirmed desperately, trying to push herself up off his lap, but his grip on her rear was like an iron clamp, keeping her trapped right where he wanted her.
"Let go of me, you pervert!" Yueqing gasped out, her hands clutching his shoulders to try and push away. "We are in a command tent! Anyone could walk in!"
"Let them," Wenzhe growled low in his chest, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intense, suffocating heat that completely stripped away her ability to think straight. "Let the whole camp see who you belong to."
Yueqing immediately broke the kiss, pushing hard against his broad chest with both hands to catch her breath. Her face was flushed hot, but her eyes snapped up, full of sharp, fiery defiance.
"Alright, that’s enough!" Yueqing huffed, her chest heaving as she glared at him. "The pastry fee has been paid in full! The kissing fee ends right now! I don’t like you, General Wenzhe, and I am definitely not letting you use me to satisfy your ego while you sort out your messy feelings!"
[Aha! Take that, you arrogant block of wood!] her inner voice cheered loudly, her internal persona crossing its arms triumphantly and blowing a victory whistle. [I am a strong, independent woman! I am not getting played by a web novel male lead!]
[System 009: Alert: Host’s verbal defense successful. However, Target Wenzhe’s physical posture has not shifted. Threat level remains high.]
Wenzhe didn’t look angry or offended at all. Instead, a dark, dangerous smirk slowly spread across his handsome face. His sharp eyes glittered with a dark, predatory amusement that made Yueqing’s breath catch in her throat.
"Is that so?" Wenzhe murmured softly, his deep voice dripping with smooth, effortless confidence.
Before Yueqing could even open her mouth to yell at him again, Wenzhe’s broad, warm hand slid past the thick white fur of her coat, slipping beneath the soft layers of her inner clothes. Without a second of hesitation, his large, calloused hand cupped her rear firmly, pulling her bottom directly down into his hard lap with possessive, unyielding strength.
Yueqing’s eyes went wide as saucers, her body completely freezing.
"W-Wenzhe!" Yueqing squeaked out, her face burning so bright red it felt like it was going to explode.
"You say you don’t like me," Wenzhe whispered, his lips brushing lightly against her burning earlobe as his grip tightened, pressing her snugly against his heat. "And yet... your heart is beating like a drum, wife."
[SYSTEM NINE!] Yueqing’s mind screeched in complete, chaotic, total panic, her internal persona throwing its hands over its face and diving out a window. [HE’S CHEATING! HE’S USING PHYSICAL FORCE! CALL THE POLICE!]
[System 009: Warning: Police do not exist in the Great Xia Dynasty. Furthermore, Target Wenzhe’s heart rate is also elevated. You are both equally guilty.]
[SHUT UP, NINE!]
Yueqing squirmed desperately, trying to push herself up off his lap, but his grip on her rear was like an iron clamp, keeping her trapped right where he wanted her.
"Let go of me, you pervert!" Yueqing gasped out, her hands clutching his shoulders to try and push away. "We are in a command tent! Anyone could walk in!"
"Let them," Wenzhe growled low in his chest, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intense, suffocating heat that completely stripped away her ability to think straight. "Let the whole camp see who you belong to."
Wenzhe didn’t waste another breath on talk.
He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that was hard, deep, and relentless, swallowing every gasp she tried to make. His hand shifted from her waist, sliding directly between her thighs over the thin fabric of her inner trousers, cupping her warm center with unyielding pressure.
Yueqing’s back arched, a sharp, choked moan escaping her throat straight into his mouth. She gripped his dark tunic, her legs trembling against his lap as his palm pressed firmer, rubbing against her through the thin cloth.
"Wenzhe... ah..." she gasped out the moment his lips dragged down to her throat, her head falling back as he nipped hard at the soft skin of her neck.
"You’re soaking through these robes, wife," Wenzhe growled against her skin, his thumb working against her through the damp silk, sending a wave of electric heat straight to her core.
His hand hooked into the waistband of her trousers, pulling the cloth down just enough to slide his bare fingers inside. The moment his long, calloused fingers slid into her wetness, Yueqing let out a breathless, shameless whimper, her fingers digging wildly into his shoulders.
"Look at me," Wenzhe commanded, his voice dark and raspy.
Yueqing forced her dazed, heavy eyes open, staring into his dark, burning gaze as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm inside her, pushing deeper with every stroke.
"Still want to run back to your teahouse?" Wenzhe murmured, his thumb grinding down on her sensitive swollen peak while his fingers worked inside her, making her hips shift helplessly against his hand as she cried out his name.
Yueqing couldn’t answer. Every word dissolved into breathless gasps as the overwhelming sensation shattered her control. Her fingers gripped his tunic so tightly her knuckles turned white, her hips moving instinctively against his hand with every deep, deliberate stroke.
Wenzhe’s dark eyes never left hers, watching the utter surrender written across her flushed face. His grip on her waist tightened, holding her securely against him as he increased his pace, his thumb maintaining relentless pressure on her core until her body went taut as a bowstring.
With a muffled cry, Yueqing arched her back, her breath hitching completely as a intense wave of pleasure washed over her. Wenzhe pulled her head into the crook of his neck, swallowing her soft whimpers as her body trembled violently in his arms.
As her quick, ragged breathing slowly began to settle, Wenzhe kept his arm wrapped snugly around her waist, resting his forehead lightly against hers. His hand slid back out from her inner robes, resting gently on her hip as he looked into her dazed, heavy eyes.
"Now," Wenzhe whispered softly, his raspy voice filled with a quiet, undeniable warmth, "are you ready to stay in camp... or do I need to remind you again?"
Yueqing hid her burning face directly into his chest, letting out a weak, muffled huff that made him let out a low, satisfied laugh.
Yueqing stayed buried in his chest for a long moment, listening to the solid, steady thump of his heartbeat under her cheek. Her face was still scorching hot, and her legs felt like overcooked noodles, but the fog in her head was slowly starting to clear.
[System Nine...] her mind whimpered, her internal persona dragging itself across the floor like a defeated soldier. [I need a status report. Did I just get completely defeated by a web novel tyrant in a tactical snow-coat encounter?]
[System 009: Status Report: Host’s dignity score: -500. Host’s romantic progress with Target Wenzhe: +1,200%. Overall Assessment: Complete tactical surrender.]
[I DID NOT SURRENDER!] Yueqing yelled internally, kicking her mental legs. [I was under physical duress! The system failed to protect me from excessive male lead arrogance!]