After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 7

Jiang Xiyue returned to the mansion like a thief, wrapping herself up so tightly along the way that not even a single strand of hair was visible.

When Jian Jia saw her young miss rushing into the courtyard as though ghosts were chasing her, she was so startled she nearly dropped the flowerpot in her hands: “Miss, didn’t you say you had business and would be resting at the other residence? Why did you suddenly come back?”

Jiang Xiyue snapped at her immediately: “Where I stay is none of your business! Get lost and boil bath water right now!”

Jian Jia shrank back from the scolding and hurried off to the small kitchen to order hot water. Meanwhile, another senior maid, Guan Ju, stepped forward to help Jiang Xiyue change clothes. But before her hand could even touch the cloak, Jiang Xiyue jumped away as though scalded, clutching something protectively to her chest.

Guan Ju’s eyes widened. Jiang Xiyue felt uncomfortable under her stare and averted her gaze, quickly striding into the inner room: “No one is to serve me today. Once the bath water is brought in, all of you go rest in the small side room.”

Now Guan Ju was more than just surprised. She unconsciously took two steps forward: “Miss means… even the ones who keep night watch in the outer room aren’t needed?”

“I said no one! Are you deaf?!” Jiang Xiyue flung the curse over her shoulder without turning back, then slammed the door shut with a loud bang, leaving Guan Ju staring dumbfounded at the closed gap.

Once inside the innermost room, Jiang Xiyue carefully checked that all doors and windows were tightly shut before finally daring to remove her cloak. Her beautiful hair was in disarray; the vermilion hairpin and dangling ornaments in her updo were crooked every which way. The clothes wrapped around her body looked proper at first glance, but on closer inspection, faint dried specks of liquid dotted the exposed skin of her neck above the collar. Not to mention her face—her makeup had long since been smeared into a mess by sweat.

She had already been drenched in sweat at Drunken Spring Pavilion, and the frantic rush back to the mansion had made her break out in another heavy sweat. Her peach-pink cheeks were flushed, her breathing still ragged. She pulled the wooden box she had been hiding in her arms and threw it onto the bed, glaring at it as though it were her mortal enemy.

Inside the box were exactly that wooden dildo and Lu Qian’s dudou. After fucking her, that damned Lu Qian had simply left with an air of calm indifference, abandoning these disgusting objects for her to deal with. Jiang Xiyue had originally planned to hurl them straight from the upper floor into the Qinhuai River, but the river was crowded with flower boats—she was terrified someone would fish them out. While she hesitated, the two men lying unconscious in the hall began to stir. She had thought Lu Qian killed them, but they had only been knocked out. In her panic, she could only snatch up the box and flee the building before they fully woke. And so she ended up bringing the cursed thing home.

“What am I supposed to do…” Jiang Xiyue bit her lip anxiously as she stared at the box. Now that she was back in the mansion, she didn’t dare dispose of it carelessly. The Duke’s household was full of prying eyes; how many pairs were watching her from the other courtyards? If anyone picked it up, it would cause a demonic storm that would overturn the entire inner residence.

Jiang Xiyue glanced left and right, then dragged out her jewelry box. She dumped all the jadeite, agate, hairpins, bracelets, and head ornaments onto the table in a rush, stuffed the wooden box inside, and snapped the lid shut. She found a small golden lock, fastened it, then buried the key in the soil of a potted kumquat plant. Finally she shoved the entire jewelry box to the very bottom of her book chest. After all this frantic effort, her heart finally settled a little.

Because of the digging, her sleeves and fingernails were caked with dirt; she looked utterly disheveled. Grinding her teeth in hatred, she inwardly vowed: the moment she got the chance, she would burn these damned things—and Lu Qian along with them—to ashes!

While she was seething with rage, a maid outside announced that the bath water was ready. Jiang Xiyue immediately jumped onto the bed, drew the curtains, and only then allowed them to enter. Once the tub was set in place she immediately drove everyone out, refusing to keep even a single maid to assist with bathing.

The dismissed Guan Ju and Jian Jia exchanged bewildered looks with the other maids in the courtyard. Their young miss was acting strangely today. They were just debating whether to report it to the Madam when a sudden, piercing scream erupted from the room—sharp and terrified, more frightened than if she had seen a ghost.

The maids surged forward and burst through the door, terrified something had happened to their mistress. But the moment they crossed the threshold into the inner chamber, Jiang Xiyue’s furious shriek came from behind the screen: “Get out! All of you get the hell out!”

“But Miss!” Jian Jia cried anxiously.

“Get out!” Jiang Xiyue hurled the bag of bath beans at them. “If you don’t leave right now I’ll have every one of you skinned and fed to the dogs!”

Her voice sounded as though she wanted to devour someone alive. Intimidated by her usual authority, the maids didn’t dare advance another step. Guan Ju shrank back and whispered to Jian Jia: “Hurry and go fetch Madam.”

But Jiang Xiyue overheard. She let out a frenzied howl, sounding completely deranged: “Don’t tell Mother! Don’t you dare tell her!”

She hurled another object—this time the small footstool beside the tub came flying out: “If any of you dares breathe a single word about what happened today outside this courtyard, I’ll sell her to the lowest, filthiest brothel and let her be fucked to death by anyone who wants her!”

By the last half of the sentence she was no longer shouting—her tone had turned icy and sinister, filled with chilling menace. Every maid in the room shivered violently; none doubted for a second that their young miss would actually carry out the threat. They retreated in terrified silence. Only then did Jiang Xiyue collapse back into the bath tub, panting like an exhausted ox.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. She stared wide-eyed and unblinking down at her submerged lower body. Between her legs—where there should have been nothing—hung an ugly, grotesque cock.