Four Seasons Brocade – CH 218

Chapter 218 ☆、

Ah Wu had never heard such crude language before. Overwhelmed with shame, she struggled to cover Chu Mao’s mouth, crying out, “Stop talking, stop talking!”

But her voice, filled with a coquettish tone, was sweet, sticky, and sweet like honey, yet on the other hand, it seemed as if a spring could be squeezed out from it, making one’s mouth water.

“Actually, you want me to continue, do you not, Ah Wu?” Chu Mao pinched Ah Wu’s trembling breast. Ah Wu’s heart skipped a beat. She absolutely refused to admit the waves of heat that surged within her after hearing those words. “What nonsense are you spouting? What do you take me for?” Ah Wu shouted, trying to hide her unease.

This time, Ah Wu was determined not to let Chu Mao succeed. Taking advantage of the moment Chu Mao was untying his pants, she nearly twisted her waist into a pretzel, finally managing to escape from under him. Although her underpants were off, her clothes were still intact. These thoughts flashed through Ah Wu’s mind like lightning. She rushed out from behind the curtain and ran towards the main room.

Ah Wu’s plan was perfect. There were maids standing by the door of the main room, and people were outside in the corridor. No matter how powerful Chu Mao was, he certainly would not dare to do anything to her here.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Before Ah Wu could even catch her breath, Chu Mao pounced on her from behind, one hand slipping under her abdomen, the other pressing down on her back, forcibly pinning her to the couch in the main room.

Ah Wu usually received the morning greetings from the concubines on this couch, with a row of maids standing below. But now, she was being forced onto the couch in such a shameful manner.

With a “rip,” Ah Wu’s dress was torn in two. “Ah, my dress!” Ah Wu screamed; it was one of her favorite dresses.

“Why are you only concerned about your dress? I am touching you here; are you not ashamed?” Chu Mao chuckled from behind Ah Wu, his hand slipping under her loose bodice, grabbing and kneading her breasts, which appeared particularly full due to her bent-over posture.

Ah Wu’s snow-white body was draped only in a swaying moon-white bodice, yet she still wore shoes and socks. This sight was even more alluring than her nakedness.

“Let me go! Let me go! There are people outside! There are people outside!” Ah Wu turned her head, wishing she could bite Chu Mao a few times.

“Shh, then you’d better keep your voice down,” Chu Mao chuckled.

But how could Ah Wu keep her voice down? Chu Mao had already rushed in without any restraint, nearly knocking her onto the couch. She had to grab onto the armrest to steady herself.

But Chu Mao’s approach was fierce and urgent, as if he were treating Ah Wu like a Tartar being subdued. Ah Wu kept twisting her snow-white buttocks, now tinged with a slight red, trying to avoid or alleviate the impact.

Ah Wu’s buttocks were not particularly plump, not reaching the voluptuousness that men desired, but her waist was slender as a willow, and her buttocks were firm and perky, with flesh as smooth as a baby’s. They were simply irresistible, making one want to hold them and nibble on them. Small things always easily evoked feelings of tenderness, which in turn bred a wicked desire to ravage and abuse them.

Chu Mao tormented her like a madman. Ah Wu was in pain, and her body ached. Overcome with emotion, she started cursing, “Chu Mao, you bastard, beast, bastard, beast…”

“That’s all you know?” Chu Mao laughed.

Not only did he bully her physically, but he also mocked her verbally. Ah Wu could not take it anymore. After thinking for a while, she finally blurted out, “You filthy scoundrel!”

“What’s that filthy scoundrel doing, Ah Wu?” Chu Mao seemed completely unconcerned about being called a filthy scoundrel and even rewarded Ah Wu with a kiss on the temple.

Ah Wu did not speak. She realized that arguing with Chu Mao about this would only make her lose. Chu Mao’s thrusts hurt her so much that Ah Wu could not help but moan softly, her head tilting upwards in defiance, but her waist arched precariously, and her buttocks were controlled by Chu Mao. From behind, this curve looked so alluring that it could make even a god descend to earth.

“Ah Wu, squeeze a little, and I will be faster, faster. Everyone will be back soon; they will all hear us,” Chu Mao coaxed, gently patting Ah Wu’s pink buttocks.

Ah Wu clung to him like a lifeline. Chu Mao’s words had two key points: first, there was no one outside, which reassured Ah Wu; second, she had to use all her strength to get him to release her quickly. But Ah Wu really did not know what “squeeze” meant.

“Hurry up!” Chu Mao urged.

“I cannot, I cannot!” Ah Wu cried, shaking her head desperately, almost driven mad. “Hurry, hurry!”

Chu Mao was not about to let Ah Wu off so easily. His fingers probed the spot where they touched, gently kneading. “Here, tighten it.”

Ah Wu was too ashamed to speak, but she could only hold her breath and contract her lower abdomen. She heard Chu Mao inhale, followed by a loud “smack,” and a handprint immediately appeared on Ah Wu’s buttocks. “Are you trying to crush me to death?” Chu Mao gasped.

Ah Wu screamed and lunged forward, a spasm running through her lower body—she had almost died.

Chu Mao felt Ah Wu’s passion. Once she calmed down a little, he grabbed her waist again and pulled her towards him. Ah Wu turned to the side, trying to kick Chu Mao, but he flipped her over, and the two of them were face-to-face, piled on top of each other.

Chu Mao simply picked up Ah Wu and carefully carried her to the west side room. This was where meals were usually served, with a round rosewood table inlaid with marble in the center. Chu Mao placed Ah Wu on it.

Ah Wu felt a chill beneath her as Chu Mao gripped her waist tightly.

“Look here, Ah Wu, look here, see how I am going to bully you,” Chu Mao said, cupping Ah Wu’s face and urging her to look down.

Ah Wu naturally resisted, desperately twisting her neck, but Chu Mao said, “Look here, Ah Wu, or I will fuck you to death.”

Tears streamed down Ah Wu’s face, but she had no choice but to open her eyes to witness the lewd scene. The delicate pink bud, barely open, was forcibly forced into two petals. A branding iron thrust in and out of her flower valley. Ah Wu gradually began to sob, crying, “Let me go, let me go!”

Only when the sun had set was Ah Wu finally released. Chu Mao carried her into the bathtub, which felt slightly cramped, but at this moment, no one cared. Ah Wu was sticky all over, her private parts aching and swollen, as if sprinkled with chili powder. She could only let Chu Mao carefully wash her private parts while she leaned against Chu Mao’s chest, limp as if boneless.

“The bathing room in Yulan Hall needs to be renovated. Later, I will tell Lu Ruoxing to report to the Imperial Household Department to find craftsmen, and then have a feng shui master choose an auspicious day for breaking ground. Tomorrow, let’s move to Bingxue Forest, alright?” Chu Mao said.

The only answer Chu Mao received was Ah Wu’s even breathing.

However, Ah Wu’s sleep was short; she was quickly awakened by a rumbling stomach. Ah Wu struggled to open her eyes and saw Chu Mao sitting on the couch, reading, showing no signs of fatigue. Ah Wu found this utterly absurd. Was she the only one feeling completely exhausted, while Chu Mao, the one who had caused it all, seemed perfectly fine?

Chu Mao seemed to notice Ah Wu’s movement, put down his book, and walked towards her, saying, “Get up and have dinner.”

Ah Wu, remembering the annoying situation from earlier, did not want to see Chu Mao. “I am not eating!” Ah Wu said defiantly, pulling the blanket over her head, intending to sleep to cope with her hunger. She was too ashamed to face anyone at this moment.

Chu Mao seemed to have read Ah Wu’s mind, gently tugging at her blanket and saying, “I chased everyone out of the courtyard when I came in this afternoon.”

Ah Wu, far from being appeased, retorted, “You are just trying to cover something up.”

Chu Mao pinched Ah Wu’s pouty cheek and said, “So you wanted them all to hear how you called me ‘brother, brother’ this afternoon?”

This was another offense Chu Mao had committed. Ah Wu was too exhausted to continue and had no choice but to call him “brother,” as Chu Mao wished. Fortunately, Chu Mao kept his promise and forgave her after that.

“It’s all your fault, all your fault! How am I supposed to face anyone after this?” Ah Wu kicked the blanket in protest.

“Do not worry; even Zi-Shan and Yi-Mei were punished today, so no one will dare to gossip about you behind your back,” Chu Mao said. So, it turns out that punishing Zi-Shan and the other girl had this hidden purpose behind their seemingly precarious situation. It was quite remarkable that His Highness Prince Qi had such foresight.

“So that’s why?” Ah Wu was taken aback. She knew that Chu Mao would never personally punish her maids, even if Zi-Shan and the others were at fault. She had not expected him to do it this way.

“That’s part of it.” Chu Mao pulled Ah Wu into his arms and kissed her cheek. “We cannot let them go out and spread rumors that their master is constantly being called ‘brother, brother’ by you, right?”

“Chu Mao!” Ah Wu playfully spat at him. “Where did you learn such nonsense? You were not like this before!”

“Do I need to learn? Men are born with it. Ah Wu, just tell me if you like it or not,” Chu Mao said.

“Who would like this?!” Ah Wu hurriedly retorted, trying to cover up her misunderstanding.

Chu Mao smiled but remained silent, yet Ah Wu had already grasped the implied meaning, and her face flushed crimson like a hibiscus flower.

“I am not talking to you anymore,” Ah Wu said, sitting up and, taking advantage of Chu Mao’s inattention, pulling the blanket over his head before running behind the screen to change her clothes.

When Ah Wu emerged, Chu Mao smiled and said, “You should have a few summer dresses with high collars made.”

Ah Wu reflexively covered her neck with her hand. “Then what… what am I going to do now?”

Chu Mao looked Ah Wu up and down, then went to the jewelry box beside Ah Wu’s dressing table, rummaged through it, and picked out a long pearl necklace. He twisted it into two strands and put it on Ah Wu, making it stand out against her bright pink dress. Chu Mao then rummaged around again, choosing a small, pinkish-white hibiscus flower, about the size of a bowl, and cleverly wrapped it around Ah Wu’s necklace.

No one had ever worn such a necklace before. Ah Wu looked at herself in the mirror, admitting it looked quite pretty, and it also conveniently concealed the red mark on the left side of her neck.

After getting ready, Ah Wu did not apply makeup and entered the west wing room after Chu Mao. Zi-Yi and Zi-Zhui had already set out the bowls and chopsticks and stood by to serve. Seeing Ah Wu enter, their expressions were normal, and Ah Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ah Wu was very hungry, so she stopped being shy and sat down to eat. But seeing the marble table, she could not help but recall the feeling of sitting on it that afternoon and the slippery water stains.

Ah Wu let out a frustrated “Oh”; she’d completely forgotten about it. While Prince Qi was willing to condescend to clean her, he certainly would not condescend to wipe the table. She wondered what the maid who came in to clean later was thinking.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Mao turned to see Ah Wu’s face flushed red, her eyes fixed on the table.