Four Seasons Brocade – CH 173

Chapter 173 ☆、

Ah Wu felt a little guilty. That afternoon, while riding, Chu Mao had repeatedly reminded her that riding for the first time might cause chafing. However, Ah Wu was still harboring bitterness. Tang Yin and He Peizhen, who had gone to the autumn hunt, had talked endlessly about the scenery of the grasslands and the joy of riding. Ah Wu never accepted a loss, except when it came to riding.

Now that Chu Mao finally had time to teach her, how could Ah Wu not grab the reins tightly? Besides, His Highness Prince Qi was so busy he barely had time to breathe. Although he said there would be another chance, Ah Wu had a feeling that the next chance might be many years away. Moreover, now that she was married, there was a good chance she could go on the autumn hunt this year, and she did not want to be laughed at then.

When Chu Mao followed Zi-Shan in, Ah Wu was lying on the bed, wincing in pain, covered with a thin blanket, her legs slightly apart, afraid to move. She looked up and saw Chu Mao, giving Zi-Shan a barely perceptible glare.

Zi-Shan was also suffering in silence, her face contorted in misery. She was fed up with Lu Ruoxing; he had promised so readily, only to betray her like this.

Lu Ruoxing followed behind, respectfully putting down the medicine box he was carrying, and gave Zi-Shan a look, signaling her to leave. Zi-Shan acted as if she had not seen him.

“Your Highness.” Ah Wu lifted her legs, the pain becoming unbearable, and did not force herself to get up.

Chu Mao took the medicine box and sat down next to Ah Wu, saying nothing, only glancing at Zi-Shan.

“Your Highness, just have Zi-Shan apply the medicine for me.” Ah Wu tried to take the medicine box from Chu Mao.

Chu Mao’s hand holding the box did not move. He glanced at Zi-Shan again, but Zi-Shan was now stubborn; only Ah Wu could command her.

Chu Mao leaned down and whispered in Ah Wu’s ear, “Did I not say that only I can touch your body?”

Ah Wu’s face flushed instantly. She clearly remembered him saying that only he could touch that area, but now it had become her whole body. At that moment, Chu Mao’s hand had already slipped from under the covers to between her legs. Ah Wu’s legs tightened. In all the days of treating him with propriety, she had almost forgotten the Prince Qi’s occasional “unbelievable” behavior. “You may all leave now,” Ah Wu instructed Zi-Shan.

The room fell silent in an instant. As Lu Ruoxing left, he made sure to close the lattice door behind him.

Chu Mao abruptly threw back the covers. Ah Wu bent her legs and shrank back. Because she was not wearing underpants, her skirt slid down her knees, bunching up at her waist, revealing her shapely, long, and slender white legs to Chu Mao’s eyes.

Ah Wu’s legs were long and straight. Due to years of practicing the health-preserving techniques taught by the Indian monk in her previous life, they were incredibly flexible and supple. Chu Mao’s fingers tightened around the box.

Quickly, Ah Wu tried to lift her skirt to cover herself, but Chu Mao’s hand had already slipped close to the injury on her inner thigh. Ah Wu gasped, “It hurts.”

“Did you not say you were fine this afternoon?” Chu Mao pried open Ah Wu’s legs to examine them.

Ah Wu was both in pain and ashamed, repeatedly crying out “Eh, eh,” whether from pain or to beg Chu Mao to stop. But when Chu Mao saw the patch of raw, chafed flesh on her thigh, his breath hitched.

Chu Mao glared fiercely at Ah Wu. If anyone else had caused this injury, she would not have survived. But it was her stubbornness that caused it. Ah Wu was stunned by Chu Mao’s gaze, but the next moment, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Ah Wu never imagined she would make such an unseemly sound.

The guards outside, Lu Ruoxing and Zi-Shan, shuddered upon hearing the scream. They exchanged a glance and quickly looked away.

Tears streamed down Ah Wu’s face, one hand covering her mouth, the other forcefully pushing Chu Mao away.

“Pouring strong liquor on it will prevent it from festering and help it heal faster,” Chu Mao said, pressing down on Ah Wu’s leg and blowing coolly on it. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Although Chu Mao’s tone was very calm, Ah Wu could feel him suppressing himself intensely. His eyes were more piercing than usual, the heat radiating from them almost burning Ah Wu’s already injured leg.

Ah Wu dared not speak, only nodding haphazardly.

Chu Mao sprinkled some medicine powder on Ah Wu’s wound and then bandaged it with gauze.

Ah Wu flinched, trying to pull her leg away from Chu Mao’s grasp, because his gaze was too blatant. Ah Wu subconsciously tightened her clitoris, feeling as if she was about to convulse with shame. But Chu Mao seemed stunned, neither letting go nor looking away. Ah Wu was so angry that she wanted to kick him and wanted to curse him out. What was so interesting about a woman’s private parts?

However, due to her upbringing, Ah Wu could not bring herself to say such a thing. The room was so quiet that even Chu Mao’s increasingly heavy breathing could be heard. Ah Wu’s heart raced with panic, and she could only plead in a trembling voice, her voice trembling with tears, “I…I want to put on my pants.”

“Does it hurt here?” Chu Mao asked in a hoarse voice.

Ah Wu was stunned with fear, forgetting even to struggle. The last time she was like this was in the washing room of Bingxue Forest, but that time, there was a reason; this time, it was utterly shameful. What was worse, the first reaction that came to her mind was not disgust or resistance, but the picture book Lady Cui had given her.

The picture book Lady Cui had shown Ah Wu was actually exquisitely drawn, beautiful and dreamlike, realistically depicting the outline of a man’s fingers under a woman’s clothes. One picture showed a man’s hand exploring that area. But the artist had not depicted the specific action.

Now Ah Wu finally understood what that hand under the skirt was doing.

Actually, Ah Wu had only glanced at the erotic picture book, but she had always possessed a photographic memory, and she never expected that image to suddenly appear in her mind.

“Does it hurt here?” Chu Mao asked again.

Chu Mao’s fingers were not actually rough, but Ah Wu’s delicate skin was more fragile than flower petals. What would not have hurt before, when Chu Mao poked her, felt like being sprinkled with chili powder. A spicy, stimulating sensation shot up from Ah Wu’s tailbone. Ah Wu tried to kick Chu Mao, but he simply hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The view of the ravine was now even more unobstructed. The petals, invaded by the foreign object, tried to push away, but what was presented was that the small opening kept contracting, greedily swallowing and releasing Chu Mao’s fingers, which, in contrast, made them appear less pale.

Under Chu Mao’s forceful attack, Ah Wu was powerless to resist. She could only cry out in shame and fear, “Do not bully me!” Ah Wu was a cowardly bully who preyed on the weak. If she had dared to slap Chu Mao now, the situation might have been completely different.

But Ah Wu’s clothes were disheveled, her eyes red and shimmering, tears still dripping from the corners of her eyes, and her chest heaving rapidly—a picture of utter vulnerability. How could Chu Mao let her go? He practically wanted to thrust his sword into her.

“Does it hurt?” Chu Mao asked, trying to add another finger, but her opening was too small, causing Ah Wu to gasp repeatedly. This was a mistake made by Prince Qi due to his inexperience and impatience.

“What are you going to do?” Ah Wu asked in terror.

Chu Mao abandoned his plan to add another finger and instinctively began rubbing against Ah Wu’s inner walls. Before Ah Wu could scream, he took her voice into his mouth.

Ah Wu felt as if she were being swept away by a whirlwind. Chu Mao’s tongue frantically sucked at her mouth. Ah Wu could not support her body and fell back onto the bed. Because of the roughness above, the sensation below was relatively gentle.

“Ah Wu, Ah Wu, what will you do if I bully you?” Chu Mao whispered in Ah Wu’s ear. His fingers, aided by the lubricant, had already reached the first joint.

Ah Wu was dazed, feeling both pain and heat, her mouth dry and her mind agitated. She opened her mouth to bite Chu Mao, but he slipped away, and another wave of ravaging ensued.

Despite knowing Ah Wu was not ready, Prince Qi was already uncontrollably excited, pressing himself against her body and rubbing his burning heat against her.

Actually, the root of Ah Wu’s fear and disgust lay in this object. While Chu Mao momentarily lost control, Ah Wu, with a sudden surge of courage and strength, pulled her foot out and kicked it hard.

Chu Mao cried out in pain, tumbling off Ah Wu and onto the bed. “Damn it, you are trying to murder your husband!” Chu Mao yelled at Ah Wu, only to see her kneeling on the bed, stunned and disoriented. Her black hair was disheveled from the earlier movement, her thin shirt was wide open, revealing one shoulder, her slender waist looked fragile, and blood seeped from the white gauze that had just been wrapped around her snow-white thighs.

Her large, watery eyes were filled with terror, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. This sight made Chu Mao momentarily understand the men he had once hated and despised for forcing women.

Chu Mao moved slightly, and Ah Wu shrank back in fright.

Chu Mao stood up, enduring the pain. “Do not move; your leg is bleeding again.”

Ah Wu stared intently at Chu Mao from behind the bed rails, as if she were ready to flee at the slightest step he took.

Chu Mao remained silent for a while before straightening up, picking up the medicine bottle again, and roughly grabbing Ah Wu’s leg to reapply the medicine. The tension between them was palpable.

Ah Wu had initially been furious, feeling nauseous, but seeing Chu Mao’s equally raging anger, she could not help but back down. She looked timidly at Chu Mao, not daring to speak even though her leg was hurting, only hoping he would leave quickly.

“Ah Wu, you are my princess consort, and you will be the mother of my future children,” Chu Mao said in a deep voice.

These words completely extinguished Ah Wu’s arrogance. Although she disliked it, she had to admit that if Chu Mao insisted on forcing himself on her, she would have no choice.

Chu Mao looked down at Ah Wu’s delicate area; it was incredibly tender. He had only touched it briefly, and it was already somewhat red and swollen. He frowned.

Ah Wu’s heart tightened, and she pulled her leg back.

Chu Mao looked down at Ah Wu. Under her soft light blue silk robe, the wide neckline revealed a section of her pale white undergarment and the shadowy indentation of her breasts. Although her breasts were not large yet, their shape was exquisite and charming, as if one could easily suck out their sweet juice.

“Let me eat this, and I will not touch your lower body.”

Author’s Note:
Celestial fairy Wu: Virgins are such an annoying bunch.
Si Mao Ge: (Dark-faced) I have a strong learning ability.