Four Seasons Brocade – CH 230

Chapter 230 ☆、

Time flew by, and people would always grow up, but Ah Wu grew up exceptionally fast. She felt she must have been out of her mind to have been tricked by Chu Mao into making a deal. It was obvious Chu Mao would definitely go back on his word.

Ah Wu was determined to ignore everything Chu Mao said, but Chu Mao would not let her go. Even when Ah Wu covered her ears and tried to rush out, it was no use. Her hands were held behind her back by Chu Mao, who then untied her belt to bind her hands.

Ah Wu hurriedly called out, “Hey, hey, Chu Mao, what are you doing?”

Chu Mao’s laughter came from behind Ah Wu. “You called me Chu Mao, so what do you think I should do?” Chu Mao slapped Ah Wu’s bottom hard.

“Then do not tie me up,” Ah Wu’s voice trembled slightly.

“This is punishment for the little rascal,” Chu Mao’s voice sounded maliciously on Ah Wu’s shoulder.

Although “Little Rascal” sounded somewhat affectionate, Ah Wu knew that Chu Mao was ruthless when it came to his actions, showing no mercy. Given the current situation, Ah Wu’s confidence vanished, and she said in a coquettish, affected voice, “Jinghui—do not do this; my hand hurts.”

“How can you learn a lesson if it does not hurt? You will hurt even more later, you little rascal.” Chu Mao tapped Ah Wu’s nose. “I hate people who do not keep their promises. If you had not agreed in the first place, fine, I did not have a knife to your throat. But since you agreed, Ah Wu…”

Ah Wu, always a man of principle, readily yielded. “Ah, I remember, Jinghui, I remember; we did agree on terms: eighteen days, eighteen days.”

Chu Mao sneered.

Ah Wu coaxed softly, “Jinghui, please untie me first; otherwise, how am I supposed to change my clothes?”

“It’s not that easy anymore,” Chu Mao replied, refusing Ah Wu’s plea and pinching her nose.

Ah Wu, seemingly inspired, licked Chu Mao’s hand with a flourish. Chu Mao paused, his index finger sliding down to Ah Wu’s lips.

Ah Wu mimicked how Chu Mao kissed her fingertip, gently curling her tongue around his index finger.

Chu Mao, clearly enjoying it, let out a soft “Mmm” and inserted his index finger into Ah Wu’s mouth.

Ah Wu sucked on his finger with extreme flattery, blinking her eyes at Chu Mao, begging for forgiveness. Chu Mao’s next move was to insert his middle finger into Ah Wu’s mouth as well.

Ah Wu was stunned, inwardly resenting Chu Mao’s overreaching behavior. Unfortunately, she could not fight back or argue, so she could only submit. However, two fingers were already a strain on her, and her tongue was aching.

Fortunately, Chu Mao only paused briefly before withdrawing his hand. Before Ah Wu could even breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Chu Mao begin to undo his own belt.

“Your Highness, what are you doing?!” Ah Wu felt a terrible premonition.

Chu Mao leaned down and whispered something in Ah Wu’s ear, making her hair stand on end. “Chu Mao! You, you…” Ah Wu trembled; she could not bear this.

But Chu Mao seemed not to hear her, glancing at Ah Wu before continuing to undo his belt.

Ah Wu knew perfectly well that Chu Mao was the type who would not respond to force, so she quickly changed her tone, speaking in a sweet and soft voice, “Jinghui, I was wrong just now; I was just joking with you, Jinghui—” If she could, Ah Wu would have loved to rub against Chu Mao and wag her tail.

“Oh.” Chu Mao’s hand, which was untying his belt, finally stopped.

“Let me go; I will go change right now, Jinghui—” Ah Wu’s drawn-out voice was so sweet and clingy, it seemed as if you could wring out a bowl of sugarcane juice from it.

Chu Mao sighed reluctantly, “Alright, I will let you off this time since it’s your first offense.”

Ah Wu breathed a sigh of relief. After Chu Mao untied the belt binding her hands, she cautiously moved three feet away before pitifully asking Chu Mao, “Jinghui, does your promise of eighteen days still stand?”

Chu Mao gave Ah Wu a cold smile. “Am I a person who does not keep their word?”

“Yes,” Ah Wu answered inwardly. This was not the first time Chu Mao had broken his promise to her, but she dared not speak her anger. She could only try to trap Chu Mao with words, so she smiled and said, “Your Highness has always been a man of his word.”

“Are you not going to change?” Chu Mao glared at Ah Wu impatiently.

Ah Wu reluctantly picked up both garments from the box. They were thin, snow-white silk; one was so short it barely covered her bottom, while the other was slightly better, reaching her ankles, but with no fabric on the back.

Ah Wu weighed her options and chose the longer dress, then went behind the screen.

Chu Mao’s cool voice drifted through the gap in the screen to Ah Wu’s ears, “I will give you the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, or do not blame me later…”

As for what he might do in return, that was anyone’s guess. Ah Wu’s mind was a complete mess; she’d scared herself half to death.

Ah Wu could not dawdle. With a kind of heroic resignation, she stepped out from behind the screen.

Chu Mao’s eyes narrowed. Although he had imagined Ah Wu in this dress countless times, he had to admit that she looked even more beautiful than he had imagined.

The snow-white silk was very form-fitting, and the dress was tailored to fit perfectly.

Ah Wu awkwardly smoothed her skirt. The entire dress was held up by only a thin rope around her neck. She was terrified that the rope might break, and the sweetheart neckline was far too low, practically bursting out of her chest.

“Turn around,” Chu Mao said in a slightly husky voice. Ah Wu obediently twirled slowly around.

Chu Mao’s gaze lingered on the deep cleft of Ah Wu’s buttocks.

Ah Wu felt a chill run down her back. The front of her dress was bad enough, but the back was even more revealing—practically bare. Ah Wu was uncomfortable standing before Chu Mao with her chest, back, and arms exposed. She crossed her arms and timidly asked, “Can I go change now?”

As she spoke, Ah Wu started to move behind the screen, but Chu Mao took a large step forward and stood in front of her.

Ah Wu quickly backed away, exclaiming, “Are you going to renege?”

Chu Mao stared at Ah Wu’s trembling breasts and said, “They’ve grown a bit.”

“Chu Mao!” Ah Wu retorted playfully.

“Actually, you’ve always known I’d break my promise, have you not?” Chu Mao lifted a strand of hair from Ah Wu’s chest and twirled it in his hand.

“Your Highness, a promise is a promise; how could you go back on it?” Ah Wu refused to fall into Chu Mao’s trap.

“Little liar,” Chu Mao pinched Ah Wu’s cheek. “Of course, I will not go back on my word. The rules of the martial world dictate that it’s alright to owe, but not to renege, so I will not cheat, Ah Wu. Consider these eighteen days a debt I owe you; I will repay you when I turn sixty.” Chu Mao grabbed Ah Wu’s waist, preventing her from escaping.

Ah Wu screamed as Chu Mao lifted her off the ground, her legs bouncing in the air. “Chu Mao, this scoundrel, rogue, bastard…”

“Keep cursing; I like to hear it,” Chu Mao chuckled.

Ah Wu inwardly resented Chu Mao’s cunning. How could she have forgotten when the eighteen days were set? She was stupid, too; she could have made an excuse like that, waiting until she was sixty to wear these clothes.

“Chu Mao, I will never trust you again, hmph!” Ah Wu said resentfully as Chu Mao pinned her down.

Upon hearing this, Chu Mao propped himself up, thought for a moment, and then actually sat up again. This completely surprised Ah Wu, making her almost disbelieve that such a stroke of luck had fallen into her lap.

“Fine, Ah Wu, to convince you, I will give you one more chance,” Chu Mao said, lightly lifting Ah Wu’s chin with his finger.

“What chance?” Ah Wu asked.

“From Lanxue Hall all the way to Guilin’s gates, I’ve ordered that no one is allowed to enter today. I will give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Go out and hide however you like. As long as I cannot find you, I will be a monk for eighteen days starting today. How about it?” Chu Mao said.

Ah Wu’s eyes darted around, and she made a condition: “Then, then I need to change my clothes first.”

Chu Mao snorted coldly, “Do you even have the right to make conditions now?”

Women were naturally weaker than men, especially a man who practiced martial arts, but Ah Wu still refused to accept her fate. “How can I go out dressed like this? What if, what if… I am not betting with you. I need to change my clothes. Get out of my way!” Ah Wu angrily began to push Chu Mao.

But Chu Mao did not budge.

Ah Wu cried out anxiously, “Chu Mao, if you keep this up, I am going to get angry; I am really going to get angry!”

But Chu Mao chuckled leisurely, “Oh, I only realized today that our Ah Wu secretly longs to be fucked by me.”

Ah Wu was so shocked that her mouth could fit an egg. Pointing at Chu Mao’s nose, she could not speak. Was he even speaking human language? “You, you are shameless and filthy!”

“Am I wrong? I told you to dodge, but you would not, and you kept pushing and shoving me. Even a saint would get angry at you!” Chu Mao grabbed Ah Wu’s hand that was pointing at him.

“You, you scoundrel!” Ah Wu could not argue with Chu Mao and stomped her feet in anger.

“I will count to three. If you do not dodge, I am going to get rough, Ah Wu. I will fuck you until you are half-dead.” Chu Mao’s words became increasingly lewd.

Ah Wu covered her ears with her hands, screamed, and ran outside, not forgetting to turn back and curse, “Chu Mao, you filthy rogue!” Then she slammed the door shut with a “bang.”

“Hey, you said you’d give me the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.” Ah Wu looked around nervously, afraid someone would come in and see her like this.

After quickly surveying the area, Ah Wu ran to the edge of Hanqing Pond, picked up a branch, and tiptoed back to bolt the main gate from the outside. Then, she angrily looked around for her hiding place.

Lanxue Hall faced Hanqing Pond, which was surrounded by a long, winding artificial hill. Beyond that were plum and bamboo groves, and finally, osmanthus trees.

After much thought, Ah Wu decided that only the caves within the artificial hills could hide her, so she boldly ventured inside.

“Ah Wu, the incense stick’s time is up. I am coming out now,” Chu Mao’s voice came from Lanxue Hall.