The atmosphere around the mansion was tense. Alana covered up the incident, but she was pissed.
Zhang Ying knew why she acted that way. If Silvermane had learned about the incident, he would have thrown him out, or do something even worse.
"Young mistress?" the head maid called out.
"Bring a first aid kit to my chamber," Alana replied.
She didn't stop and dragged Zhang Ying to her room. The head maid followed with the first aid kit. She reached for Zhang Ying's arm, but Alana took the kit away.
"You can leave now," she instructed. "I'll take care of this."
The head maid nodded and left without another word. Alana wore her gloves and sat beside Zhang Ying. She took his hand and began applying an ointment.
Her kindness confused Zhang Ying. He expected punishment for the nuisance he caused, not to be looked after. However, as soon as the ointment touched his skin, his confusion turned into pain.
Zhang Ying's skin burned, and smoke rose with the smell of burning flesh. Only then did he realize it wasn't an ointment but emulsified acid. Alana wasn't healing him, she was punishing him.
"Argh—!"
"Wait... Minerva!" Alana yelled.
She threw the med kit away and wiped Zhang Ying's hand. Pain shot through his palm, and it felt like his skin was melting.
Alana, unsure of what to do, leaned in and gently blew on his hand, trying to ease the pain. Meanwhile, the head maid came running back, looking concerned.
"Yes, young mistress—?"
"I told you to bring me the first aid kit!" Alana shouted at her. "Why did you bring this instead?!"
Minerva covered her mouth like she made a grave error. But through his pain, Zhang Ying noticed a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"I'm sorry, mistress!" Minerva said, bowing. "The cleaners might have accidentally swapped the torture kit with the med kit. I'll make sure they're punished right away!"
Mistake my ass!
Zhang Ying wasn't blind. It was Minerva's way of reminding him of his place. Since he caused trouble for Alana, Minerva repaid the favor in kind. Minerva wasn't fooling anyone but Alana, who saw the head maid as a mother figure.
"Forget about the punishment! Get me the damn med kit first!" Alana shouted.
Minerva hurried off, but not before sneaking another glance at Zhang Ying. She mouthed something. Alana didn't notice since she was busy blowing on Zhang Ying's hand, but he caught it.
Don't mess around. That fucking bitch... she dares say that to me!
***
After a few moments, Alana bandaged Zhang Ying's hand, and called a healer to assess the damage. Thankfully, his hand was fine, thanks to Alana's quick thinking.
She breathed a sigh of relief and instructed everyone to leave the chamber since it was night. Zhang Ying was about to follow them when Alana grabbed his hand.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"...you asked everyone to leave—"
"You're not everyone, are you?" Alana smiled, guiding Zhang Ying to the bed. "You're my husband."
...is this bitch serious?
Zhang Ying thought it was one of Alana's schemes, but then she climbed onto his lap and unbuttoned his shirt. Zhang Ying reacted instantaneously, trying to push her off, but it was no use.
She locked her legs around his waist and wouldn't let go, even if he stood up.
"Relax…" she whispered in his ears. "It's our wedding night. You know what that means, right?"
Alana's warm breath sent tingles down Zhang Ying's spine. He glanced at her, and for once, she didn't have her usual confident, bossy expression. She was taking the lead, but her cheeks were bright red, and her emerald eyes kept looking everywhere except at her husband's face.
She looks... cute.
At that moment, Zhang Ying knew she won't do anything to him. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood to let her go anymore. She started it and he wasn't interested in getting blue-balled on his first day in the Otherworld.
Alana gasped as Zhang Ying slid his arms under her unzipped bodysuit, grabbing her waist. Alana trembled at his touch and closed her eyes. Her cute reaction made her irresistible in his eyes.
"What happened?" Zhang Ying whispered. "Your bravado faded away so quickly."
Alana's eyes snapped open just as she was about to say something. But before she could get a word out, Zhang Ying leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Alana's eyes widened as her soft chest pressed against his. Still, she didn't resist. Her fingers dug into Zhang Ying's back, but he didn't mind. But that didn't mean he would let it go.
The harder Alana's nails dug into his back, the harder he bit her lips. But that wasn't enough. With one hand, he supported her back, while the other gently cupped her breast. Alana squirmed again, but Zhang Ying pinched her nipple as she did.
So soft...
Despite the scars on her body, Zhang Ying couldn't help but feel aroused at her touch.
"Mhm~"
Alana couldn't hold back anymore and moaned as her head shot upwards. Alana panted, leaning against Zhang Ying. Simultaneously, Zhang Ying felt something wet hitting his crotch. Alana was absentmindedly grinding on him, smearing her wetness all over his pants.
No way... she came from that much?
As a renowned toy collector, Zhang Ying expected more from Alana. Still, her reaction boosted his male ego a lot. In his last life, he had only been intimate with Liang Mei, but she had never reacted to him in such a manner.
While lost in his thoughts, Zhang Ying heard Alana whisper something.
"What was that?" he asked.
"No... more," Alana mumbled. "Let's... do the rest... tomorrow."
Zhang Ying couldn't help but laugh. The young mistress was at her limit. He looked down. His mini-me was ready for action. For a moment, he wanted to slam Alana down and go through his wedding night, but pushed that thought out of his head.
"Fine..." he whispered, patting her head. "We'll continue tomorrow."
Zhang Ying didn't let go because he suddenly became considerate. An evil plan had formed in his head.
I wonder what the head maid would do when she sees her beloved mistress squirm under me.
Minerva wanted to play with him. It would be impolite to not play her game.