Four Seasons Brocade – CH 209

Chapter 209 ☆、

Agile and cunning prey was more attractive to hunters, but once captured, these prey often incurred the hunter’s wrath due to the extra effort required.

Ah Wu, like a rabbit, had just escaped to the couch by the south window when a long arm reached out from behind and pulled her into the intruder’s embrace. Before she could react, her thin gauze trousers were pulled down to her feet.

Ah Wu groaned from the impact, turning around angrily to glare at Chu Mao. He had actually… actually barged in like that! Ah Wu felt both pain and embarrassment, yet her body could not help but tremble. She hurriedly turned her head away, not wanting Chu Mao to see her face.

But behind her came Chu Mao’s soft laughter, the sound rippling through Ah Wu’s heart, filling her with shame and remorse. This time, Chu Mao did not stop because she was unprepared. Instead, he slowly began to grind against her, gradually launching a punitive assault.

Ah Wu’s waist was firmly held by Chu Mao, her restless breasts held in his hand, squeezed, kneaded, and rubbed with more force than usual.

Ah Wu was forcefully pressed beneath Chu Mao, her arms forced against the edge of the bed to avoid hitting her head. Ah Wu knew he was punishing her for trying to escape, but it was far too forceful. Fast and deep, Ah Wu had been treated gently these past few days, and had never experienced such brute force. The room echoed with the sounds of slapping, which Ah Wu felt were deafening. She was utterly ashamed.

“Chu Mao, Chu Mao!” Ah Wu trembled with rage. But her angry outburst of his name only further enraged the person behind her, whose force seemed intent on piercing her.

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“Chu Mao, Chu Mao!” Ah Wu, also losing her temper, shouted Chu Mao’s name rapidly and urgently. But a slender arm was no match for a strong thigh. Eventually, Ah Wu’s voice grew hoarse and strained, her calls of Chu Mao slowly shifting from harsh rebukes to pleas for mercy, then to murmured surrender. The two words “Chu Mao” uttered from her tongue were like sweet, sticky rice cakes dipped in rose syrup.

Chu Mao lowered his body and soothingly kissed Ah Wu’s lips. It was fortunate that Ah Wu had practiced the health-preserving techniques passed down from the Indian monks for many years; otherwise, her slender body certainly could not have contorted into such an awkward position.

Ah Wu, stubborn as a mule, endured the torment. She would not utter a single word of pleading, but when Chu Mao took her lips in his, she shamelessly stuck out her tongue, only to be sucked on so hard it hurt and went numb, making a sizzling sound.

After Chu Mao had his fill and slowly withdrew, Ah Wu shrank back weakly, thinking she could finally rest. But he had not intended to release her; he was now back at her, eager to continue his assault.

Ah Wu had no choice but to strain herself to stay upright. She was too exhausted to argue with Chu Mao’s absurd behavior. He was engaging in the most intimate act of a married couple on the bed, forcing himself on her against her will, showing no gentleness or consideration whatsoever.

Despite all these unpleasant experiences, she felt an intense pleasure down below. Aside from some initial pain, she later lost track of what she was moaning. With Chu Mao’s thrust, Ah Wu screamed, her mind blank; the more she tried to control herself, the less she could.

Ah Wu felt Chu Mao’s movements abruptly stop. He leaned close to her ear and gently nibbled on her earlobe, saying, “Ah Wu, did you feel it?”

Ah Wu did not know what it was, but she felt deeply ashamed. How could she find pleasure in something so shameful? Ah Wu pushed Chu Mao hard. “It’s all your fault, all your fault! You forced me to do it, you forced me to do it!”

Chu Mao was about to retort, but then he suddenly remembered something and fell silent. For the past ten days or so, he had patiently teased Ah Wu every time, but the results had been unsatisfactory. Ah Wu’s expression was always one of restraint and forbearance, except for today.

Chu Mao keenly sensed the meaning behind Ah Wu’s words. She was saying he forced her so she could release herself without any psychological pressure? Because she was forced, she no longer had to be restrained by her pitiful pride?

Chu Mao had heard of such a thing from Ling Yu. No wonder he said the bold get rich while the timid starve. Thinking of this, Chu Mao gasped but dared not show it on his face, agreeing with Ah Wu, “Yes, I forced you; I was bad, alright?” Chu Mao wiped the fine beads of sweat from Ah Wu’s nose.

Ah Wu nodded in satisfaction, blushing and whispering, “Why are you not out yet?”

“I am not there yet,” Chu Mao chuckled softly, nibbling on Ah Wu’s earlobe, gently lifting her to face him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

To avoid falling, Ah Wu had no choice but to cling to Chu Mao, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, gently being jostled as he moved. This walking posture was utterly humiliating and infuriating. “Put me down, Chu Mao, put me down!” she cried.

“You are getting more and more disrespectful. Wait till I get my hands on you,” Chu Mao chuckled, giving Ah Wu a hard slap on the bottom before tossing her onto the bed and then piling on top of her.

During this, Ah Wu received several hard slaps, her buttocks red and sore from Chu Mao’s hitting and kneading. Finally, Chu Mao found a soft pillow to support her waist, suspending her buttocks in the air, which provided some relief.

After washing up, the two lay side-by-side on the bed. Chu Mao turned to look at Ah Wu and smiled. Ah Wu, like a turtle trying to hide its head, wished she could bury it in her stomach, her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes trembling with tension like leaves in the wind. She kept telling herself that Chu Mao had forced her, that he had hit her and bullied her, and that she had no choice.

“Ah Wu, how about tonight?” Chu Mao’s fingers traced circles on Ah Wu’s stomach. Seeing that Ah Wu was feigning ignorance, he continued, “You do not know how I felt when you were eating me…”

Ah Wu did not know when Chu Mao had learned to be so lewd, spouting vulgarities so fluently. “What do you mean, ‘eating you’? Who’s eating you? Do not talk nonsense; do not talk nonsense!” Ah Wu tried to push Chu Mao away.

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Chu Mao held Ah Wu’s hand, saying, “When you are comfortable, I am comfortable too. I am almost dying of pleasure, Ah Wu, Ah Wu.” Chu Mao kissed Ah Wu’s hand passionately.

Ah Wu’s face flushed crimson, like Guan Yu’s. “Who felt good? Who felt good? It’s all your fault! You forced me to this, Chu Mao, you bastard!”

“What kind of wife calls her husband by his first name?” Chu Mao retorted, his face contorted. “Call me Jinghui, Jinghui.” When he said the last “Jinghui,” he could not maintain his composure any longer, his voice becoming low and gentle, like a melody played on a jade flute.

Ah Wu tried to kick Chu Mao but missed, her buttocks hitting the bed and aching. “Ouch!” Ah Wu cried out.

“Look at you! I told you I’d put medicine on it,” Chu Mao said.

“None of your business! You are like a weasel offering New Year’s greetings to a chicken—you are up to no good!” Ah Wu glared angrily.

Chu Mao rubbed his nose. It was indeed his fault; he’d lost his composure slightly. That skin was just too delicate; without applying force, he could not get a grip at all.

Just as the two fell silent, Zi-Shan’s voice came from outside: “Your Highness, someone from Hongyao Villa says that Nanny Hao is not feeling well and requests your presence.”

Chu Mao sat up abruptly and replied, “I know.”

Ah Wu also scrambled to her feet, groaning in pain from her bottom, but she endured the pain and tried to get out of bed. Chu Mao was already putting on his robe and buttoning it. “You rest; I will go see her.”

Although Ah Wu’s whole body ached, she knew this was not the time to slack off. She called Zi-Shan in to help her change, quickly tied her hair up with a white jade plum blossom hairpin, and hurried to Hongyao Villa.

When Ah Wu arrived at Hongyao House, it was in a state of chaos. Entering, Ah Wu saw Nanny Hao writhing on the bed as if possessed. Her limbs moved in bizarre, puppet-like motions, drool dripping from her mouth, her hair a mess, and she muttered incoherently.

“Your Highness,” Ah Wu timidly approached Chu Mao.

Chu Mao turned and embraced Ah Wu, pulling her protectively to his chest.

“What’s wrong with Nanny Hao?” Ah Wu asked.

“I’ve already sent Lu Ruoxing to fetch Physician Feng.” No sooner had Chu Mao finished speaking than Physician Feng rushed in. Seeing Nanny Hao’s condition, he quickly greeted Chu Mao and retrieved his needle case.

“Ah—!” Nanny Hao screamed as soon as Physician Feng approached, her cries filled with terror and despair, as if a vengeful ghost were strangling her.

As Nanny Hao screamed, Ah Wu also cried out in alarm, quickly burying her head in Chu Mao’s arms. Having lived two lives and wandered the world for some time, she was most afraid of ghosts and spirits. Seeing Nanny Hao like this, she assumed she was simply weak and possessed. Ah Wu herself trembled with fear.

At this moment, Physician Feng had already attended to Nanny Hao. She jumped off the bed, her legs and feet as nimble as a normal person’s, unlike someone afflicted by rheumatism and unable to walk properly. No one would believe she was not possessed.

“A demon has harmed me!” Nanny Hao charged straight at Ah Wu. Her fingernails were long and sharp, with a bluish-black tinge. Luckily, Ah Wu did not see them, or she might have fainted from fright.

Nanny Hao rushed in quickly and urgently. Chu Mao pulled Ah Wu aside and placed her on a chair. He then turned and grabbed Nanny Hao’s hands, crying, “Auntie, it’s me! It’s me! Tianci! I am Tianci!” Tianci was the nickname Nanny Hao had given Chu Mao, telling him that he was not an abandoned child but a gift from heaven.

However, Nanny Hao no longer recognized her prince. She struggled free. Chu Mao had not dared to hold her too tightly, afraid of hurting her. Once free, Nanny Hao lunged at Ah Wu again.

Chu Mao, quick as a flash, grabbed Nanny Hao again and ordered someone to bring ropes to tie her to the bed, fearing she might suddenly attack. “Imperial Physician Feng, please examine my aunt.”

Imperial Physician Feng wiped the sweat from his brow and took Nanny Hao’s pulse, but Nanny Hao struggled fiercely, her wrists bleeding. Imperial Physician Feng shook his head repeatedly, only saying, “I will prescribe a calming medicine first.”

This meant there was nothing else he could do.