After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 3

“You—you’ve gone mad!” Jiang Xiyue was furious beyond endurance. She raised her arm to slap Lu Qian across the face, but the woman caught her wrist in a vice-like grip.

Unable to move, Jiang Xiyue panicked and screamed, “You slut! Let go of me! Do you know who this young miss is? Watch out or I’ll have your skin peeled off!”

This was exactly how she usually cursed at servants. In her fright the words just tumbled out. Only after shouting did she remember the other woman knew martial arts—regret and fear surged even stronger.

But then Lu Qian let out another cold scoff. She yanked Jiang Xiyue’s arm, pulling her even closer, and murmured mockingly against her ear, “You’re screaming so loudly—are you trying to call some man here to relieve your aphrodisiac poison for you?”

“You…!” Jiang Xiyue’s voice immediately shrank. No matter how vicious and stupid she was, she was still a woman—she had no desire to let some filthy man from a brothel touch her body. But because of that, she hated Lu Qian even more. If this woman hadn’t suddenly lost her mind, how could she have been forced to drink the aphrodisiac too?

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, heat erupted in her belly—like a lamp wick suddenly lit by a fire starter. The flame whooshed up, racing swiftly through her four limbs and every bone. Jiang Xiyue felt her palms itching unbearably; her calves began to tremble uncontrollably. A hot current shot straight to her lower body. Shaking, she asked in a trembling voice, “What kind of evil sorcery did you use on me?”

Because Lu Qian possessed inner force, the aphrodisiac entering her system was naturally suppressed for a short while. Jiang Xiyue, however, was just an ordinary person—the tea had barely reached her stomach before the effects erupted violently. She didn’t understand the reason; she only saw that Lu Qian had drunk the tea and only started to become unsteady after the time it takes to burn one incense stick. So she assumed Lu Qian had done something underhanded to make her suffer like this.

Lu Qian didn’t bother answering. She dragged Jiang Xiyue by the arm, stumbling all the way into the inner chamber of the private room, then flung her forcefully onto the bed covered with large red brocade quilts.

Jiang Xiyue was thrown into a daze. While inwardly cursing how this slut possessed such brute strength and wondering whether Brother Jingyuan even knew, the candlelight suddenly dimmed before her eyes. Lu Qian pressed down over her. At the same time, Jiang Xiyue felt her waist loosen—the sash was yanked free.

Jiang Xiyue screamed in terror, “What are you going to do?!”

Lu Qian also undid her own sash, casually tossing the white silk aside. Slowly, deliberately, right in front of Jiang Xiyue, she began to strip off her own clothes. “What am I going to do? Naturally, I’m doing exactly what you wanted—relieving the aphrodisiac poison, that’s all.”

Outer robe, inner garment—layer by layer they slid down Lu Qian’s slender shoulders, revealing the plain white undergarment beneath. That thin fabric wrapped around two delicate, exquisite mounds. Dampened by fine sweat, the cloth clung tightly to the full, rounded curves. Jiang Xiyue could clearly see the two stiff, protruding nipples pressing against the material.

The sight sent a jolt through her brain. A sudden gush of wet heat surged from between her legs. Jiang Xiyue couldn’t withstand such stimulation. She began struggling wildly, cursing in a panic, “Have you lost your mind?! To actually do this kind of thing with a woman—such depravity! Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?!”

Her limbs were limp, yet she desperately kicked against the quilt, trying to escape. In the struggle, her knee accidentally brushed against Lu Qian’s crotch—only to feel something hot and hard pressing against her kneecap. As a woman, Jiang Xiyue of course knew a woman’s crotch shouldn’t have anything like that. She froze, eyes widening in shock as she stared fixedly between Lu Qian’s legs. In her earlier panic she hadn’t noticed, but now, focusing, she could easily see that the fabric between Lu Qian’s thighs was already bulging prominently.

Wh—what the hell is that?!

Seeing Jiang Xiyue go rigid, Lu Qian suddenly laughed. Her pitch-black eyes held no light. Slowly, she slid her pants down. “To me, human lust is as filthy and base as a dog.”

Between the woman’s fair, smooth thighs stood an erect, crimson cock. The cock was ferocious and straight, veins winding around it like cords. The head resembled a copper turtle raising its head; the base was thick and rooted like an old tree, deeply buried in soft, jet-black pubic hair. It was an object utterly mismatched with the beautiful female body—glued there like some artificial thing forced onto Lu Qian’s crotch.

Jiang Xiyue stared at this bizarre, grotesque scene straight out of a strange tale or supernatural storybook. Suddenly she screamed. She had once secretly peeked at the erotic books hidden in her mother’s dowry chest—she knew this was a man’s cock. Lu Qian… what the hell was Lu Qian?!

Jiang Xiyue broke down in terror, tears streaming as she slapped desperately at Lu Qian in front of her, trying to push her away. “Get away from me! Are you a man or a woman?! Get away—you monster, don’t touch me!”

Lu Qian watched indifferently as Jiang Xiyue struggled in vain. She let the soft hands slap against her chest. Her face was flushed with an eerie red glow; strands of loose black hair hung beside her slightly tilted profile. “Do you regret it now? Wishing you had never set foot in this place tonight?”

Jiang Xiyue nodded frantically, tears like pear blossoms on her rain-soaked face—the most beautiful woman in the capital putting on a pitiful, pitiable expression. In her desperation, inspiration struck. Since Lu Qian had grown a man’s cock, perhaps she could be swayed just like any man by a woman’s charms. Yes—if she gave a gentle smile, begged sweetly in a soft voice, maybe this monster would soften and let her go. Then… then she could go find Brother Jingyuan. She refused to believe that if she—a stunning beauty poisoned with aphrodisiac—threw herself into his arms, he could still remain unmoved. If that happened…

The fake smile had barely begun to curve her lips when Lu Qian’s palm covered her mouth. She leaned close, breathing softly, “…Unfortunately, it’s already too late.”

Jiang Xiyue felt her lower body suddenly empty—her pants were ripped away. Lu Qian’s knee forced its way between her thighs, spreading her legs wide open in an instant. Jiang Xiyue didn’t even have time to register how the fleshy cock entered her before a heart-rending, tearing pain exploded in her lower body. It felt as though her entire person had been split in two. At the same moment, Lu Qian’s lower abdomen slammed heavily against her crotch.

“AHHH!!!”

Jiang Xiyue’s vision blurred with pain-tears. Her miserable scream was muffled inside Lu Qian’s mouth. She stared in disbelief, wide-eyed, her beautiful almond eyes locked on Lu Qian’s face as though staring at an evil ghost that had just robbed her of her chastity.

Lu Qian clenched her teeth almost imperceptibly. The aphrodisiac Jiang Xiyue had brought was extremely potent. She had already suppressed it again and again with her inner force, yet it still refused to be fully contained. So even though she felt nothing but disgust inside, she could not ignore the overwhelming pleasure that surged through her cock the moment it entered the tight, wet pussy.

She lowered her head and met Jiang Xiyue’s gaze. Hatred shot from this high-born noblewoman’s eyes like she wanted to devour Lu Qian alive. In this era, women regarded chastity as dearer than life—especially Jiang Xiyue, who had always dreamed of marrying Pan Jingyuan. Taking her virginity was probably more painful to her than killing her own parents.

Yet Lu Qian felt not the slightest guilt. She withdrew her cock, then—ignoring the agony of deflowering—slammed back in with brutal force.

Jiang Xiyue whimpered and sobbed, but she could not stop the foreign object thrusting inside her. That cock seemed endlessly long, rampaging through the small cavity beneath her. The massive cock repeatedly forced open the tightly closed virgin passage, pinning her to the bed, leaving her nowhere to escape. She could only be forced to spread her legs wide, allowing herself to be fucked.

Inside and outside her pussy burned with fiery pain, the tight walls repeatedly gripping and sliding along the ferocious cock. Because of the rough breaking of her hymen, after only two or three thrusts her little hole was already swollen. Lu Qian and Jiang Xiyue loathed each other deeply—neither cared about the other’s suffering. Lu Qian paid no attention to the woman beneath her groaning in continuous pain; she simply let the aphrodisiac inside her take control, hips moving violently and chaotically. The pleasure could not be hidden—it poured from her cock like sweet rain onto parched, fire-ravaged earth.

Soft gasps escaped Lu Qian’s lips; tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes, unwilling to look any longer at the face of the woman she was forced to fuck, and even less willing to savor just how delicious the thousands of folds inside Jiang Xiyue’s pussy felt wrapped around her.

Just as Jiang Xiyue refused to cry out, she was now gritting her teeth while inwardly cursing that barbarian monk for giving her such a drug. If not for this poison, how could she have been harmed like this—her chastity taken by the person she hated most? How could she, the dignified second young miss of the Duke’s household, be stuffed full of a monster’s cock and gradually fucked until she wanted to scream and moan like a whore?

It would have been better to just keep hurting forever. She could no longer tell whether the tears on her face were from pleasure or from pain. Uncontrollably, Jiang Xiyue hooked her legs around Lu Qian’s waist. Her fingers spasmed, clawing at the large red brocade quilt beneath her. The pain of deflowering lasted only a moment before the aphrodisiac-fueled pleasure ground out by the cock once again flooded her entire body.

Her pussy itched unbearably, continuously secreting slick fluids. Jiang Xiyue craved for the cock to thrust faster, harder—but such a shameful desire could not be voiced. Lu Qian only cared about her own pleasure, ramming wildly without rhythm. Several times Jiang Xiyue was pressed against a spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. She wanted the cock to pound mercilessly into that place again, but the infuriating cock immediately stabbed somewhere else instead. After being teased like this several times, the fire inside her pussy burned hotter and hotter. Suddenly, she cursed through her tears and slapped Lu Qian across the face:

“Damn slut! Monster! How dare you defile this young miss’s body! One day I will definitely skin you alive and feed you to pigs and dogs to fuck! Slut! Slut!”

While endlessly cursing “slut,” she tightened her legs around Lu Qian’s waist and—finally unable to hold back—began to lift her hips to meet the thrusts.

Lu Qian opened her eyes. Jiang Xiyue’s slap had left a pink mark on her cheek. She looked down at the tear-streaked face beneath her—still carrying deep hatred even amid the flush of spring passion. Suddenly she reached down, tore off Jiang Xiyue’s little apron (dudou), and covered one swaying breast, grasping and kneading it roughly with five fingers.

“You seem to have forgotten—if you hadn’t come looking for trouble, none of this would have happened.” Lu Qian looked down at her with disgust, slamming her cock in to the root with a heavy slap.