After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 6

Jiang Xiyue was flung back onto the quilt. Looking at Lu Qian’s icy face, a flicker of regret stirred in her heart—but after being toyed with and humiliated by this bitch all night, she refused to bow her head. She glared back defiantly with her almond eyes.

Lu Qian’s gaze roamed over her face. Seeing the mix of lingering spring lust in her brows and eyes yet the bravado masking inner fear, her own eyes flickered. For a moment it was impossible to read joy or anger.

Jiang Xiyue was the first to shout: “Surnamed Lu, if you’ve got the guts then kill this young miss right here tonight! Otherwise tomorrow I’ll make sure the whole city knows what a monster you are!”

After shouting those words her heart suddenly clenched. She was terrified that in a fit of rage Lu Qian might actually kill her. Tonight she had only called those two men to Drunken Spring Pavilion; none of the maids or older servants at home knew where she was. If Lu Qian really murdered her here, disposed of the body, and threw it somewhere—no one would ever find out. And that Lu Qian even knew the son of the Prefect; any traces could easily be erased…

The more Jiang Xiyue thought, the more cold sweat poured down her back. When Lu Qian reached out toward her, she screamed in fright and shrank backward, yelling: “My maids know I came to find you! If you kill me the Duke’s household will come for revenge! My father will beg the Emperor to behead your entire family! My mother will sell your whole clan into slavery as servants and maids!”

She kept shouting threats, waving her arms wildly in front of her to block. Lu Qian easily caught both her wrists in one hand, leaned down to the ashen-faced woman’s ear, and said coolly: “Then do your parents know how lewdly and shamelessly you cry under me?”

She forced one of Jiang Xiyue’s legs up and pressed it against her chest. Lu Qian—still gripping the wooden dildo inside herself—slammed the curved end heavily back into Jiang Xiyue’s pussy.

The hooked shape dragged along the inner walls and struck deep. Though the wooden cock wasn’t as long as Lu Qian’s real one, its cunning design raked back and forth inside the vagina. The hard wood molded Jiang Xiyue’s pussy into its exact shape. With her arms pinned, she accidentally looked down—and saw a small bulge rising and falling on her lower abdomen, shifting back and forth beside her folded, pressed thigh in time with Lu Qian’s riding motions.

Jiang Xiyue’s chest seized violently. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down hard on the dildo. The tighter she squeezed, the more the wooden knot lodged firmly at her entrance, impossible to pull out even half an inch. Lu Qian tried to lift her hips and withdraw the end inside Jiang Xiyue—but because it was caught, the opposite end—the long carved shaft—slid out of her own pussy instead. The textured patterns scraped along her inner walls as it emerged, until the head popped free at her entrance.

Lu Qian’s waist buckled. In an instant she collapsed backward, powerless. The straight wooden cock plunged back through her passage to the hilt. A delicate, moan escaped her nose and reached Jiang Xiyue’s ears. The thought “this bitch is so damn seductive” had barely formed in her mind when her body convulsed and a gush of pussy juice squirted out—she had orgasmed just from hearing that moan.

In the throes of orgasm, Jiang Xiyue clamped the dildo so tightly that her lower abdomen involuntarily bucked upward, grinding her pussy against Lu Qian’s through the middle petal stopper. She rubbed their pussies together desperately. The wooden cock inside Lu Qian was forced inward, sinking deep into her cervix. The thighs that pinned Jiang Xiyue’s legs also began to tremble.

Lu Qian gritted her teeth and looked down. Seeing Jiang Xiyue’s eyes already glazed over in delirium, she steeled herself. Sitting astride the carved wooden dildo, she began to bounce fiercely, letting the dark cock plunge rapidly in and out of her own little hole. Endless honey poured from her pussy. She felt the aphrodisiac raging through her body, desperately seeking release. She kept slamming that release point against the wooden root that Jiang Xiyue was gripping so tightly. Her increasingly hot pussy walls sucked and milked it. Lu Qian’s parted lips let out quick, weak moans; her usually pale, thin lips flushed with red.

Jiang Xiyue, still not fully recovered from her daze, was rocked by Lu Qian’s riding. The wooden cock trembled inside her oversensitive passage, stirring her into lewd “nn… ah…” cries. Her free leg bent then kicked straight out.

Sweat soaked Lu Qian’s hairline. The world before her eyes swayed red—red curtains, red quilts—like a wedding night’s bridal chamber lit with candles. She found it absurd and ridiculous. Yet how was her current posture—riding a dildo up and down—any different from a wedding night? She had never expected to lose her virginity on the body of such a stupid, vicious woman.

Between her legs, the hated dark-red cock—ignored by its owner—bobbed and swung with every rise and fall. Thick blue veins throbbed angrily, protesting its neglect. Droplets of fluid flew everywhere, splattering across Jiang Xiyue’s chest and belly. Lu Qian’s gaze fixed on the already dried cum she had shot onto Jiang Xiyue’s stomach earlier. Suddenly she gripped her own cock and jerked it rapidly. Her spasming pussy behind accelerated its swallowing of the dildo. Under this dual assault, milky-white semen erupted first from the slit, arcing onto Jiang Xiyue’s breasts. Then, with one final deep sit, her convulsing passage clamped the hard carved dildo and she climaxed.

Lu Qian’s vision blurred for a moment. When it cleared, she released Jiang Xiyue’s pinned thigh, panting as she struggled to her feet. Her limbs felt boneless, yet she forced herself to pull the wooden dildo out of her own body, leaving the other end embedded in Jiang Xiyue’s pussy. She refused to look at her anymore.

But then Jiang Xiyue suddenly screamed: “You slut! What are you doing splattering me all over?!”

Lu Qian turned her head. She realized some of her cum had landed on Jiang Xiyue’s neck—and even a few drops had fallen beside those cherry-like little lips.

Jiang Xiyue was furious—not only because Lu Qian had dirtied her with filthy cum, but also because the woman had finished, tried to leave again, and left that damn wooden thing stuffed in her pussy to humiliate her.

She yanked the dildo out and hurled it at Lu Qian. Lu Qian didn’t dodge; the object—coated in both their fluids—slammed squarely into her chest. Still unsatisfied, Jiang Xiyue lunged forward. In the instant Lu Qian frowned, she tore off the dudou and used the plain fabric to wipe herself furiously in a fit of rage.

In just two or three swipes the cloth was soaked with all kinds of messy fluids. Finally Jiang Xiyue wiped it roughly between her legs and threw it back hard: “Take your filthy thing and get the hell out of here!”

The balled-up fabric hit Lu Qian’s chest and fell. Lu Qian lowered her eyes to look at the blood-streaked pussy juices on the cloth, then at the even more obscene sandalwood dildo lying nearby. She cast a cold, sidelong glance at Jiang Xiyue, stood up, and began to dress.

Layer by layer, the removed clothes were put back on. After tying her sash, Lu Qian once again looked like an untouched immortal descended to earth. She regarded the still-furious Jiang Xiyue on the bed and spoke slowly and calmly: “Miss Jiang had better keep it as a reminder. Perhaps next time it will make you think before you act.”

With that, she wrapped her cloak around herself and left without looking back.

Jiang Xiyue, naked, glared at the door as though she could burn a hole through it with her eyes. She looked down at the two objects on the quilt, grabbed them, and smashed them onto the floor: “Aaaah slut! Slut! I won’t forgive you!”