After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 12

“Aaaah! You made me like this! You harmed me again!” Jiang Xiyue’s eyes turned red with rage. She clawed at Lu Qian’s face with her long fingernails, wishing she could rip off a chunk of flesh.

Lu Qian tilted her head to dodge. Perhaps still stunned by the sudden change, she didn’t immediately seize Jiang Xiyue’s wrist like before—she only raised her arm slightly to block.

Jiang Xiyue switched tactics and grabbed a fistful of Lu Qian’s hair, looking exactly like a shrew fighting in the street: “You thousand-times-damned slut! Becoming a monster yourself wasn’t enough—so now you’ve infected someone else! Pan Jingyuan must be blind to treat you like some immortal fairy. Who the hell are you? You’re just a wolf wearing human skin! Chewing on bones and swallowing the dregs! You think shoving this filthy thing onto me will make things easy for you? Dream on! It’ll come right back to you eventually, just like last time!”

When Jiang Xiyue went mad, her strength was actually quite impressive. In the midst of cursing, Lu Qian’s blocking arm took several hard slaps—bright red welts rose in thick patches across her snow-white skin. Lu Qian had already started to lose patience and wanted to shove Jiang Xiyue away, but those last words made her freeze.

Without Lu Qian blocking anymore, Jiang Xiyue’s claws immediately landed on her face. Even though Lu Qian jerked backward in a hurry, she still couldn’t avoid it—a sharp fingernail raked across her cheek, leaving a long scratch.

The razor-sharp nail sliced over her skin, leaving a burning trail. Lu Qian felt heat bloom under her left eye, followed by stinging pain. Then warm liquid slowly seeped out.

Seeing a half-finger-length gash on Lu Qian’s cheekbone now oozing beads of blood, Jiang Xiyue still wasn’t satisfied. A ball of fire raged in her gut—along with all the suffocating humiliation she’d felt since first encountering Lu Qian. She truly wanted to fight this woman to the death. At that moment Lu Qian reached for her wrist again. Jiang Xiyue twisted to dodge.

But the floor in her room was made of smooth blue bricks. Earlier, during Lu Qian’s rough handling, half a tub of water had been splashed out. The bricks were now treacherously slick. Jiang Xiyue’s foot slipped—she suddenly toppled backward. Lu Qian was startled and reflexively reached out to catch her. Unfortunately, kindness got no reward. Jiang Xiyue grabbed Lu Qian’s hand—not to steady herself, but to use the momentum to yank harder on her hair.

A lock of hair at Lu Qian’s chest was seized. Her scalp was painfully wrenched. In real pain and real anger, Lu Qian tried to fling the crazy woman aside—but hair is a person’s weak point. Jiang Xiyue refused to let go. Lu Qian couldn’t forcefully shake her off right away. The two grappled chest-to-chest for a few seconds. In the end, dragged by the madwoman, Lu Qian also lost her footing. Both slipped and fell together.

The untouched bath tub beside them was knocked over with a crash. Water poured down in a torrent over the rolling, tangled pair as they hit the floor. The noise was enormous—even A-Yao, who had been desperately blocking Fang Wanhua from breaking down the door, was startled.

“Miss! Miss, are you alright?! Did someone hurt you?” A-Yao threw herself against the door and began shouting alongside Fang Wanhua.

A-Yao had already been worried for a while. After Jiang Xiyue’s earlier scream, she had faintly heard arguing inside—but knowing her own miss had martial skills and would come out on top in a real fight, she had kept blocking the Duchess. But now there was splashing water, a tub crashing to the ground, and what sounded like someone falling hard. Even A-Yao felt things had escalated too far.

Fang Wanhua was already crying. She frantically called for servants to ram the door. Her pounding hand had turned red: “Xiyue! Don’t scare Mother! Hold on—Mother is coming in to save you right now! Don’t be afraid, ah!”

Fang Wanhua was convinced her daughter had been harmed by Lu Qian. She was so frantic she forgot to have A-Yao dragged away first—she only wanted to get inside and rescue her daughter as quickly as possible.

Lin Mama called four or five sturdy older servant women who braced themselves to slam into the door. Right at that moment, Jiang Xiyue’s voice finally came from inside: “Mother, I’m fine! Don’t let them break my door!”

Hearing her daughter’s voice, Fang Wanhua’s heart finally settled halfway. She had feared Xiyue had already been knocked unconscious. Patting her chest to calm her breathing, she still asked worriedly: “Then what was all that noise just now?”

“I accidentally tripped. To steady myself I grabbed the tub and knocked it over.” Jiang Xiyue answered with clear impatience.

That must have taken quite a bit of force, Fang Wanhua thought with a jolt—but now wasn’t the time to press for details. She could only negotiate: “Xiyue ah, why don’t you open the door first and let the maids come in to help you tidy up?”

“No need. I’m almost done. They can clean up after I come out.” After speaking, Jiang Xiyue looked down at Lu Qian pinned beneath her. The woman had cushioned her fall—earlier there had been a muffled grunt when she landed.

Lu Qian’s brows were lightly furrowed. She answered A-Yao’s worried question outside with a calm “I’m fine,” then lifted her gaze to the woman lying on her chest. Seeing that Jiang Xiyue had no intention of getting up, she finally asked with displeasure: “How long do you plan to lie there?”

The faint disgust in her tone instantly ignited Jiang Xiyue’s fury. She braced her palms to push herself up—only to realize both hands were filled with something soft, bouncy, and perfectly shaped. What else could it be but Lu Qian’s breasts?

Breasts even bigger and softer than steamed buns filled her palms. Jiang Xiyue froze for a second. An uncontrollable thought flashed through her mind: Lu Qian’s tits are so damn white. Then she felt heat surge below—her newly acquired extra appendage swelled and hardened with blood.

Lu Qian felt the stiffening cock press against her thigh. Her expression immediately darkened. With one slap she shoved the naked, clinging Jiang Xiyue away. Standing up like an offended goddess, she glared down with eyes that treated the other woman like a snake or insect.

Sitting on the floor, Jiang Xiyue looked up at the lofty figure above her. Suddenly she exploded with anger. Even though she hadn’t meant it that way, she still shouted: “What’s wrong? You can fuck me—so can’t I fuck you?!”