[WARNING! Smut Content ahead!]
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The Emperor's chambers were vast, adorned with opulent furnishings that whispered of both authority and indulgence. The centerpiece of the room was an enormous bed, draped in silken sheets the color of deep crimson.
Xue Li's breath hitched as she stepped inside, her hands trembling ever so slightly.
"Prepare my bath," Han Feng commanded, his deep voice cutting through the stillness like the edge of a blade.
"Y-yes, your Majesty," Xue Li stammered, her head bowed low, unwilling to meet his gaze.
As she moved, Han Feng's sharp eyes followed her every motion. Her steps were unhurried, deliberate, as though she had all the time in the world. She never once raised her head, never once sought his attention—a stark contrast to the other maids who had graced this room before her.
Most would flirt openly, their eyes full of daring promises as they sought to entice him. But this woman? She seemed more like a cornered rabbit, skittish and desperate to flee.
Moments later, she turned, her voice small and hesitant. "Y-your bath is ready, Your Majesty."
Han Feng rose from the edge of the bed, his movements slow, almost predatory. "Undress me."
Xue Li's eyes widened, her pale cheeks flooding with color. "P-pardon, Your Majesty?"
"You heard me." Han Feng's tone was steady, commanding. He took a step closer, and she instinctively stepped back. Her timid retreat only seemed to fuel the heat that beginning to rise in his body.
"You don't know how?" he murmured, his deep voice like velvet laced with steel. He stopped just in front of her, tilting her chin upward with a gentle yet unyielding hand.
For the first time, their eyes met, and the intensity of his gaze made Xue Li's breath hitch.
Xue Li's lashes quivered as she quickly averted her gaze, her face burning. "I . . . I do," she whispered, though her trembling hands betrayed her inexperience.
Han Feng's lips curved into the faintest of smirks, a mix of amusement and something darker.
Xue Li's fingers fumbled as they worked to untie the sash of his outer robe. Her touch was featherlight, almost reverent, as though afraid that any sudden movement might provoke him. The silk slid off his shoulders with a soft rustle, revealing the lean, powerful frame beneath.
As she moved to undo the final layer, she hesitated, her hands hovering just above his chest.
"Is something wrong?" Han Feng's voice broke the silence, low and edged with impatience.
"No, y-your Majesty," she whispered, swallowing hard before sliding the last barrier away.
The sight that greeted her left her breathless. His body was a testament to discipline and strength, a canvas marked by faint scars that spoke of battles long past. He was lean with muscles in the right places.
And just below the chiseled line of his pelvis was his hardened arousal, standing proudly and utterly unignorable. It was larger than she'd imagined—reminiscent of the exaggerated fantasies in the R-18+ otome games she used to play.
Yet seeing it in real life, so raw and undeniably real, was a far cry from the safety of her screen. The soul inside Xue Li couldn't stop her throat from tightening as she swallowed hard, her pulse quickening in response.
Xue Li's gaze darted away as a wave of heat surged through her, her face turning scarlet.
Han Feng stepped closer, his hand brushing against the delicate pins in her hair. One by one, he removed them, letting her raven locks tumble down in a cascade that framed her flushed face. He twirled a strand between his fingers, bringing it to his nose. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, and intimate.
The soul inside Xue Li—one far more worldly than the young maid's trembling frame suggested—screamed silently. She clenched her hands to suppress the reactions threatening to betray her true nature.
"Do you know what it means to serve me as my personal maid, Xue Li?" His question was quiet, yet the meaning of it pressed heavily on her.
Xue Li bit her lip, her words failing her.
Han Feng leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear. "It means you serve me . . . in and out of bed."
Before she could process his words, Han Feng's lips captured hers. The kiss was searing, possessive, leaving no room for protest.
Xue Li's knees buckled under the intensity, but his strong arm was already around her waist, holding her upright as his other hand pressed against the wall behind her.
Xue Li gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching at his robes as though to steady herself. Han Feng's lips moved with skill and dominance, coaxing a hesitant moan from her as his knee nudged between her legs. The sensation sent a jolt through her, and she shivered against him.
Han Feng pulled back just enough to let her breathe, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he studied her dazed expression. "You don't know how to kiss, do you?"
Xue Li's lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.
"It's fine," he murmured, his voice softer now, though the hunger in his eyes had not abated. "You'll learn."
Without waiting for a response, he claimed her lips again, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Xue Li trembled under his touch, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and heat. She barely registered the way his cock pressed against her abdomen, a silent declaration of his desire.
When her breath hitched once more, he pulled back, chuckling softly as she sagged against him. "How fragile," he murmured, licking the saliva that hang between them.
It was the first time a woman had fainted from just a kiss, and oddly enough, it didn't irritate Han Feng in the slightest. In fact, he found himself strangely amused, even captivated, by Xue Li's innocence and inexperience.
Most of the women he had encountered weren't timid or uncertain—they were seasoned, trained to please and skilled in the art of seduction. But Xue Li was different—a first, a rare and untouched addition to his world, her innocence both intriguing and refreshing.
Xue Li remained motionless as Han Feng lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, laying her down with surprising care.
"Rest, little rabbit," he said, brushing a stray lock from her flushed face before turning toward the bathing area.
The moment the curtain closed behind him, Xue Li's eyes fluttered open.
Everything is going according to plan, the soul within her thought with a sly grin.