After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 14

Night had fallen. Jian Jia tossed and turned on her pillow, unable to sleep. Ever since her miss fell into the lake today, she had become strange again. For example, this afternoon Jian Jia noticed the jade pendant tassel on her miss’s skirt corner was a bit tangled, so she squatted down to fix it. But before her hand could even touch below the waist, her miss shrieked and slapped her hand away. The back of Jian Jia’s hand immediately swelled up high. Even now at night it still ached faintly.

The Madam had specially instructed them to take good care of their miss tonight, yet the moment the bed was made, her miss had driven everyone out of the main room and locked the door with a loud click—as though terrified someone might sneak in during the night.

Jian Jia rubbed her still-slightly-painful hand, rolled over again, and poked Guan Ju who was sleeping beside her: “Hey, do you think Miss got done something to by that surnamed-Lu?”

The mansion had been in chaos all day. Guan Ju was exhausted and didn’t want to talk. She kept her eyes closed and ignored her. But Jian Jia kept poking: “Don’t you think every time Miss meets that surnamed-Lu, she ends up acting weird for days afterward?”

Guan Ju, annoyed, swatted her finger away: “Back in the first month she also had a few days like today. And that time she didn’t even see Lu Qian until Lantern Festival.”

“…True.” Jian Jia muttered. Guan Ju turned her back and went back to sleep, leaving Jian Jia alone in the room staring wide-eyed and mumbling to herself: “This is so strange. If it’s not that surnamed-Lu doing something, why did Miss suddenly refuse to let anyone near her again?”

Moonlight filtered through the carved window lattice, spilling across the edge of Jiang Xiyue’s bed. Inside the half-open bed curtains, a delicate female hand was rapidly stroking a cock.

Jiang Xiyue had her entire face buried in her own pillow, muffling every gasp and moan inside it. The pillow was soaked red from her flushed face; the silk surface was drenched with her tears and saliva.

She hadn’t expected that just as she was drifting off, that cursed thing would suddenly swell up again—hot and throbbing—propping up the crotch of her undergarments into a high tent. Jiang Xiyue was startled wide awake. She refused to admit that in her half-dreaming state she had seen Lu Qian’s breasts again—the pair of soft white snow rabbits she had grabbed and kneaded freely during the day, overflowing between her fingers. She only viciously cursed that damned slut once more for dumping this damned thing onto her body.

Jiang Xiyue blamed everything on the newly regrown cock, convinced it was acting up on its own. She resolved to ignore it completely. But the more she tried to disregard it, the more stubbornly it stayed erect between her legs, tenting the quilt and refusing to soften.

In the end the maddening itch became unbearable. Jiang Xiyue cursed under her breath as she reached down, gripped it inside her undergarments, and began stroking—recalling the motions Lu Qian had forced her to do in the bath tub.

The moment she started, it was overwhelming. Jiang Xiyue immediately let out a pleasurable hum. So this was how good it felt for Lu Qian when she was forced to handle this thing—so completely different from having her pussy fucked.

What was supposed to be just a few casual strokes quickly turned unstoppable. Jiang Xiyue unconsciously increased the pressure, rubbing along the veined shaft, her hips involuntarily thrusting forward. It felt like she had a pussy in her hand that she was fucking herself—shameful enough to melt her brain. Panting heavily, she buried her face deeper into the pillow while pulling the cock out of her undergarments and jerking it furiously in the open air.

The mushroom head was covered by a layer of foreskin. As her strokes grew faster, the skin began to loosen. Jiang Xiyue had no idea what foreskin was—she only felt that the more she peeled it back, the more of the smooth head was exposed and the better it felt. So she directly touched the glans, pressing the foreskin down to stretch the slick head outward.

“Nnngh…”

The fully bared round glans was far too sensitive. The moment it was uncovered it immediately drooled a thick layer of precum onto her hand. Jiang Xiyue couldn’t resist rubbing it all over the head, her back arching sharply from the intense pleasure.

Just as she trembled, Lu Qian’s face suddenly appeared unbidden in her mind. At the peak of ecstasy Jiang Xiyue absolutely did not want to see this infuriating person. She immediately tried to drive the image out—but right after, Lu Qian’s voice echoed in her ears.

“Fuck it back in? You’d have to have the skill first.”

A bead of fluid spurted from the slit. Jiang Xiyue jerked the cock so hard it felt like it was on fire. Trembling, she cursed: “Pah! Your slutty pussy—I wouldn’t fuck it even if you begged this young miss to!”

The words vented her anger, but Lu Qian’s mocking smirk still lingered in front of her eyes. Jiang Xiyue was furious that this bitch had to ruin even her climax. In a fit of rage she deliberately thought of the maids around her—stroking the cock while cursing at the person who couldn’t hear: “As long as I want to, every maid in the courtyard would have to raise her ass for me to fuck. Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’ve got some golden or silver pussy? This young miss wouldn’t even bother fucking you!”

Forcing the faces of Jian Jia and Guan Ju to flash through her mind, Jiang Xiyue jerked the slick cock with wet, smacking sounds. A desperate urge to shoot something coiled tight in her lower belly—but no matter how furiously she stroked, the thing inside refused to come out.

Jiang Xiyue’s brows furrowed in frustration. Hot sweat soaked her undergarments. She was driven nearly insane. Propping herself up on one hand, she dragged over the pillow she had been pressing down on—now soaked with her own saliva and tears—and thrust the cock against its smooth surface, humping desperately.

The silky satin soothed the aching shaft. The lingering body heat in the soft fabric also brought relief. Jiang Xiyue threw her head back, clutching the pillow and fucking it wildly—casting aside every bit of noble propriety and shame. After dozens of whimpering, frantic thrusts, the cock finally jumped. The slit relaxed, and thick spurts of long-pent-up white cum shot out in powerful jets.

The suffocating numbness flooded her brain, squeezing out every ounce of resentment and curses. Right at that moment, the image of Lu Qian riding on top of her, stuffed with the wooden dildo and climaxing, flashed into her mind. Jiang Xiyue’s spine felt struck by lightning. The cock spasmed violently in her hand, spurting another thick load of semen.

Exhausted, Jiang Xiyue collapsed onto the bed. It took a long while before she recovered from the dizziness. When she did, she pulled the pillow out from underneath herself. A huge wet stain mocked her from its surface. Furious, she tore at the fabric.

After ripping uselessly for a long time, she finally hurled the pillow to the floor, pounded the bed, and gnashed her teeth: “Lu Qian! Just watch—I will fuck you sooner or later!”

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Author’s Note:

Right now the young miss’s feelings toward Lu Qian are lust + the special attachment that comes after having had physical intimacy.