Chapter 171: The Saintess is a Man
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The room was cast in a dim, eerie glow that seemed to enshroud everything in mystery.
Lu Chao Chao peered through a crack in the door, her vision hazy. Through the dim light, the figures inside were barely discernible.
Lu Jing Huai, known for his striking good looks, appeared especially captivating today, resembling a distinguished gentleman from an illustrious family. He gently lifted the curtain and called out with a soft, tremulous voice, “Saintess Jing Li?”
His voice carried a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Saintess Jing Li seemed slightly intoxicated as she responded softly, “Lu… Young Master Lu?” Her face was flushed, her hair a bit tousled and cascading over one cheek. Her eyes, misty and deep, held a myriad of unspoken emotions as they fixed on Lu Jing Huai.
Feeling a surge of emotion, Lu Jing Huai’s face warmed, and he asked hesitantly, “Saintess Jing Li, may I offer you some sobering tea?” He stepped forward, poured a cup of tea, and tenderly supported the Saintess’s shoulder.
The touch of her fragrant breath and the glimpse of her slightly exposed, smooth shoulder made him blush even deeper. She radiated an otherworldly charm, like a celestial maiden momentarily gracing the earth.
Jing Li accepted the cup and sipped the tea with his assistance, leaning against him as if her head spun lightly.
Lu Jing Huai’s heart thudded against his chest.
“Why are you always so attentive to me?” the Saintess murmured, her gaze unfocused and dreamy. “Do you treat all women this way?”
“I assure you, no,” Lu Jing Huai replied earnestly. “My feelings are reserved for you alone, Saintess Jing Li.”
“Even your love poems… have they been shared with others?” she inquired.
“Never. They were penned solely for you, Jing Li,” he affirmed with a deep sincerity that resonated in his voice.
The Saintess chuckled softly, a light, enchanting sound. “In two days, you’re set to marry another. Yet here you are, whispering sweet nothings while your wedding awaits. Can you truly have it all, Lu Jing Huai?” From her bosom, she drew a stack of letters, all love poems Lu Jing Huai had written to her.
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“My parents arranged that marriage; my heart was never in it!” Lu Jing Huai exclaimed, sitting upright suddenly. He clasped her hand, his gaze burning with passion. “Jing Li, surely you know my heart belongs to you. I dare not dream of marrying someone of your stature, but know this: my heart will forever be yours.”
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his face a portrait of raw emotion. “Jing Li, I don’t expect you to return my feelings. Just let me adore you from a distance. Your happiness is my greatest joy.”
He gently caressed her forehead. “Don’t be sad, Jing Li. It pains me to see you unhappy.”
The Saintess looked at him, her lips parting slightly, touched by his words. “Everyone respects and reveres me, even the king of West Yue dares not cross me. But you… you’ve shown me your true heart.” Her voice was soft, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as if moved. “The world seeks my blessings, yet no one inquires if I am happy…”
“Young Master Lu, you are the first.”
A faint smile graced her lips, enhancing her allure and rendering Lu Jing Huai momentarily speechless. Her delicate, pale fingers were slightly larger than his own.
As Lu Jing Huai’s breath hitched, he edged closer, nearly breathing in the orchid-like fragrance of her skin, their breaths mingling in the charged air.
“Would you still love me, no matter who I am?” she whispered, the closeness heightening the intensity of the moment.
Nearby, Yuhua yearned to shield Chao Chao’s eyes but was too captivated by the drama to intervene.
Lu Jing Huai, visibly nervous, replied, “Absolutely. You will forever be the unattainable goddess in my heart.”
He reached out, gently loosening her robe. “Jing Huai will give the Saintess a title, a promise,” he murmured, pulling her into his embrace, his breath ragged.
His hands trembled with the realization that once a woman’s virtue was compromised, she was at a man’s mercy. What did her nobility matter now?
The Saintess’s smile turned mischievous. “You’ll still like me, no matter what?” she teased, her eyes twinkling with cunning. She guided his hand between her legs.
Lu Jing Huai’s joy morphed into shock, his expression haunted.
“You! You!” he stammered, his face draining of color.
“I possess what you possess,” she declared coldly, a chilling smile playing on her lips. “Didn’t you vow to love me regardless? Why the tremor now? Overwhelmed by excitement?”
“Or do you feel… inadequate compared to me?” she taunted, releasing his hand with a chuckle.
Lu Jing Huai staggered back, his face a mask of fear and disbelief. [Damn it! All this while, he had wooed a man! Love letters, romantic poems, flirtations… all for naught.] He gazed at his hand in revulsion. [He was tainted!]
As he turned to flee, the door remained immovable.
“Why leave now, Young Master Lu? Does Jing Li’s truth break your heart? Do you despise me for being a man?” Her laughter, clear as silver bells, sent shivers down his spine.
“You’ve ventured this far; allow me to entertain you further,” she said, clapping her hands. Three burly men appeared from behind a screen.
Lu Jing Huai collapsed to his knees, his face ashen. “Saintess, please forgive my misguided intentions…”
She regarded him with disdain. “Treat my guest with care.”
The door creaked open.
Lu Chao Chao tumbled in, and the Saintess scooped her up effortlessly. “Little one, what follows isn’t for children,” she said, carrying her away from the scene.
“Whass dat?” Chao Chao babbled, reaching out with tiny hands.
“Shh, little one. This isn’t for your eyes,” the Saintess soothed, gently rocking Chao Chao.
Behind them, the courtyard filled with screams, marking a monumental setback in Lu Jing Huai’s life, a path he had never imagined treading.
Oh my
Hopefully he will somehow enjoy it.
Hear me out, there are ways to force a human to feel good, even when the situation is terrible.
That’s why a lot of rapists get away with it. They bring evidence of the victims in undeniable pleasure and wanting more.
Sometimes even making them so tired that they have no energy to resist or escape, then they put them in a position where they look like they could have left at any time, a willing participant to it.
Such victims are the ones who deserve to have all the care in the world. If they want to forget it, they should be allowed to.
To know that the body reacts even when hating it, feels like even the body is betraying him.
Only then will he hate his own existence.