After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 10

Jiang Xiyue’s courtyard descended into utter chaos—servants lifting tubs, carrying hot water, while little maids hurriedly rushed charcoal basins into the room.

By the time Fang Wanhua arrived, Jiang Xiyue had already been carried into the room by Lu Qian. Earlier, while sitting in the main courtyard amusing herself with the myna bird in its cage learning to mimic speech, Fang Wanhua had seen one of Lin Mama’s little maids rush in pale-faced to report that her miss and the Lu family girl had both fallen into the lake.

This terrified Fang Wanhua. She didn’t even bother listening to the rest about some distant young master cousin also falling in—who cared about the life of a down-and-out relative and a few servants? The only thing that mattered was whether her Xiyue was safe!

Fang Wanhua immediately set off with her maids toward Jiang Xiyue’s courtyard. But upon arrival she was met with a closed door. After the maids had prepared the hot water and charcoal basins, Jiang Xiyue had driven everyone out, insisting that she and Miss Lu could look after each other and needed no one else to serve them.

At that moment Jiang Xiyue’s lips had been trembling, her whole body shaking like a sieve, her face deathly pale as she huddled in Lu Qian’s arms—yet she still managed to snap at them to get lost. Even Lin Mama was intimidated by her aura and had no choice but to withdraw. Still, Jian Jia and Guan Ju felt something deeply strange; it seemed as though their young miss was being coerced by Lu Qian.

And indeed she was. On the way back Lu Qian had never once let go of Jiang Xiyue. When Lin Mama suggested she go to a separate courtyard to bathe and change, Lu Qian ignored it completely. She refused to let Jiang Xiyue leave her side even half a step. Now that the Jiang family had torn off all pretense of civility, separating would only give the Duchess more opportunity to employ even dirtier tricks against her.

Thus Jiang Xiyue became Lu Qian’s hostage. At first she naturally refused to behave, but Lu Qian leaned close to her ear and whispered something. Immediately Jiang Xiyue went still and obedient in her arms.

Now she was bent over the steaming bath tub, arms pillowed on the rim. Her pink face was flushed crimson—not from the hot water, but from Lu Qian pressing and thrusting relentlessly behind her.

Lu Qian’s submerged lower body slapped and rocked; water sloshed out of the tub with every movement, splashing onto the floor. Through the violently rippling surface, one could clearly see a thick, long, swollen-red cock plunging in and out between pale ass cheeks underwater.

Jiang Xiyue had to cover her mouth with tear-filled eyes, desperately stifling any sound that might carry outside. Lu Qian gripped her waist and fucked without restraint, each thrust slamming straight to her cervix. Jiang Xiyue endured the torment with difficulty—yet her mother was still pounding on the door outside, demanding she unbar it.

How could Jiang Xiyue possibly open the door? Was she supposed to let her mother walk in and see that instead of properly bathing to warm up, she was being fucked by Lu Qian?

The splashing sounds continued without pause. Hearing only water noises from inside and no reply from her daughter, Fang Wanhua grew even more frantic and furious. That Lu Qian was in there too—today the Jiang household had schemed against her; who knew whether she would take revenge on Xiyue? The household servants must have lost their minds to allow the two of them to remain alone together.

“Xiyue! Open the door and let Mother in to see you!” Fang Wanhua pounded the door panel hard. Hearing no response, she shouted anxiously, “If you don’t let Mother in right now, I’ll have someone break the door down!”

Jiang Xiyue jumped at her mother’s threat; her pussy—already clenching around the cock—tightened even harder.

Earlier Lu Qian had threatened her: if the Jiang family made any more moves, she would expose everything that happened between them at Drunken Spring Pavilion. Lu Qian didn’t care about her own reputation anymore, but Jiang Xiyue could never let anyone know she had lost her chastity. Thus she had no choice but to submit and let Lu Qian drag her back to the room. Once inside, Lu Qian had signaled her to drive everyone out. Jiang Xiyue knew Lu Qian didn’t want anyone seeing her secret, so under duress she complied.

But after everyone left, Lu Qian simply watched coldly as she shivered in place. Though Lu Qian herself was pale-lipped and white-faced from the cold, she made no move. Unable to bear it, Jiang Xiyue trembled as she undressed under that gaze. She had barely slipped into the hot water when Lu Qian acted—stripping off her own soaked white robes, hanging them over the screen, then ignoring the second prepared tub and squeezing into Jiang Xiyue’s instead.

The moment she saw Lu Qian’s half-hard cock revealed after the skirt fell away, Jiang Xiyue had known things were bad. Now seeing her climb in, she pushed and cursed: “You monster, what more do you want?! Let me tell you—today you won’t get your way again!”

Lu Qian seized Jiang Xiyue’s wrists and pinned them to the tub rim. She sank down; the cock—now swollen several times larger from the hot water—pressed against Jiang Xiyue’s lower belly: “Since you know I’m a monster, Miss Jiang should have advised your mother not to prepare so thoroughly today.”

The massive cock nudged right below her navel. Remembering the monstrous thing that had happened last time after being fucked by it, Jiang Xiyue felt terror rise. For once she softened her tone and begged: “It… it was our family’s fault. I know I was wrong. Let me go. Whatever amount of silver you want as compensation, I’ll give it.”

But Lu Qian was unmoved by her posture. Her icy gaze seemed to drag Jiang Xiyue back into the lake: “Originally, whatever you did to me was no concern—I could handle it. But why did you go after A-Yao? She’s just a little girl, and you actually pushed her toward the lake!”

“Who? A-Yao?” Jiang Xiyue was stunned for a moment, as though only now recalling who that name belonged to. Then her eyes widened; she looked as though she had suffered some enormous humiliation. Her captured wrists trembled with rage: “You’re actually holding me accountable for a servant? Lu Qian, don’t go too far! I am the legitimate daughter of the Duke’s household—she’s nothing but a cheap slut! And you want me to—”

Jiang Xiyue couldn’t finish cursing. Lu Qian’s hand clamped around her throat. She struggled to open her mouth, clawing at Lu Qian’s arm with her freed hands, but Lu Qian spoke expressionlessly, slowly: “Miss Jiang misunderstands. I have no intention of making you apologize to A-Yao. After all, even if your mouth says sorry a thousand times, your heart doesn’t mean it. Such an apology would only be filthy.”

Lu Qian lowered her gaze to meet her eyes: “Wouldn’t it?”

The fingers around her neck were neither too tight nor too loose—just enough to restrict breathing without leaving marks. Jiang Xiyue’s face flushed red as she gasped for air. Suddenly Lu Qian released her. Before Jiang Xiyue could draw a full breath, she was flipped over. The next instant the enormous cockhead forced open her entrance and—carrying hot water—slammed deep inside her.

The penetration made Jiang Xiyue collapse forward onto the tub rim. Her pussy—unprepared for penetration—was scraped and ground by the thick, vein-ridged shaft dragging along her walls. The pain was no less than her deflowering; worse, that previous night she had been under aphrodisiac influence. The drug had numbed the pain of losing her virginity and flooded her pussy with slick lust, letting her endure only a brief moment of agony before smoothly accepting Lu Qian’s cock.

But now there was no aphrodisiac to ease her. Jiang Xiyue’s thighs trembled with pain; veins bulged at her temples. She opened her mouth but felt as though her throat were blocked—only hoarse, wheezing sounds escaped.

In moments she was fucked to tears streaming down her face. Her ten fingers clawed at the wooden tub. Lu Qian clearly intended revenge; she paid no attention to the spasming, pained pussy—only thrusting savagely, slamming the terrifying cock in and out of the tight passage with brutal force. The inner walls were churned and shifted relentlessly. Fortunately the hot water followed the shaft inside, providing some lubrication so the tender flesh wasn’t torn and bleeding.

After thirty or forty such ferocious thrusts, the pain finally numbed. The forcibly stretched pussy gradually adapted to the cock’s girth. Even a faint, familiar lewd pleasure began rising from deep within her bones. Hearing Jiang Xiyue’s gasps gradually soften, Lu Qian rocked her hips and leaned down, sneering coldly against her ear: “How does Miss Jiang feel? Can even this beastly mating position make you feel good?”

At those words the penetrated pussy clenched hard. Jiang Xiyue’s face burned crimson as she twisted her head around. Her almond eyes—sparkling with tears—were filled with humiliated fury. If she could, she would have devoured Lu Qian alive on the spot.

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Author’s Note:

Looks like the reveal will have to wait until the next chapter.