Chapter 218: Seducing Concubines Of Lin Zhenguan
“This is improper,” she said, her voice firm but uncertain. “You should not be here, Leader Wang Li. If anyone were to find us…”
Wang Li stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the small, intimate space of her chamber. “No one will find us, Lady Ying Yue. I assure you, we are perfectly safe. Besides,” he added, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “I only wish to spend time with you. Is that so wrong?”
Ying Yue’s resolve wavered as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath hitched, and she found herself unable to look away from his dark, smoldering gaze.
“You… you should go,” she whispered, though the words lacked conviction. “It’s dangerous…”
But Wang Li didn’t leave. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his hand trailing down to her shoulder before sliding to the small of her back. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above her ear as he spoke in a low, velvety tone.
“Dangerous, perhaps… but isn’t that what makes it so exhilarating?”
Before she could respond, Wang Li’s lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing a gentle kiss just below her ear. Ying Yue gasped, her hands coming up to push him away, but instead, they faltered, resting on his chest as a flush of heat spread through her body. She knew she should resist, that she should demand he leave at once, but the words died in her throat as his hands began to explore her body with a familiarity that was both shocking and thrilling.
Wang Li was careful, at first, to move slowly and deliberately. His hands traced the curves of Ying Yue’s body, sliding over her silk robes, feeling the firm yet supple flesh beneath. When his fingers grazed the swell of her breasts, Ying Yue tensed, a soft moan escaping her lips before she bit down to stifle it.
“No, we can’t… we mustn’t…” she murmured, even as her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch. But Wang Li was relentless. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing gently, and felt her shudder beneath him.
“We’re alone,” Wang Li whispered against her skin, his voice a seductive caress. “No one will know, Ying Yue. Just this once… let me make you feel good.”
The sound of her name on his lips, spoken with such intimacy, shattered the last of Ying Yue’s resistance. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow, rapid pants as Wang Li’s hands continued to roam over her body. He was in complete control, guiding her with expert precision, pushing her to the edge of her restraint before drawing back, only to begin the process anew.
But Wang Li was far from finished. He was methodical in his approach, always aware of the line he couldn’t cross—not yet, anyway. He knew he had to push just enough to leave them wanting more, to ensure that they would be the ones to seek him out next time. His hands slid down Ying Yue’s waist, caressing the curve of her hips before moving to cup her firm, round buttocks. He squeezed them lightly, feeling the softness beneath his fingers, and felt her press back into him instinctively.
“You’re beautiful, Ying Yue,” he murmured against her ear. “So beautiful… I can’t resist you.”
Ying Yue’s breath hitched as his words washed over her. The way he spoke to her, the way he touched her—it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away, but her body had already surrendered to his advances. She wanted more, needed more, even though she knew it was wrong.
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And so it began. Wang Li started visiting each of Lin Zhenguan’s wives and concubines in turn, always under the cover of night, always in secret. The women were initially resistant, their guilt and fear of discovery driving them to scold him and demand that he leave. They warned him of the dangers, of the consequences if they were caught. But Wang Li was unperturbed. He listened to their protests with a calm smile, his hands always moving, always caressing, always pushing them closer to the edge of their restraint.
With Lady Mei Hua, Wang Li was tender, his touch gentle and soothing. She was the most reluctant of all, her naturally timid and demure nature making her hesitant to engage in anything improper. Yet, Wang Li knew exactly how to ease her fears. He spoke to her in soft, reassuring tones, his words like a balm to her troubled mind. He praised her beauty, her kindness, her gentle spirit, and slowly but surely, he began to wear down her defenses.
One night, as they sat together in her chamber, Wang Li reached out to stroke her hair, his fingers weaving through the silky strands. Mei Hua stiffened, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, but she didn’t pull away. Wang Li took this as a sign to continue. He moved closer, his hand sliding down to her shoulder, then lower still, until he was tracing the curve of her breast with the back of his hand.
Mei Hua gasped, her face flushing a deep red as she stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. “Wang Li… please… we shouldn’t…”
Wang Li hushed her with a finger to her lips, his eyes warm and reassuring. “There’s no need to be afraid, Mei Hua. I would never do anything to hurt you. I only want to bring you pleasure.”
Before she could respond, Wang Li leaned in and kissed her—softly at first, a mere brush of his lips against hers. Mei Hua’s heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his warmth, his strength, his overwhelming presence. She knew she should push him away, but her body betrayed her, responding to his kiss with a tentative, shy eagerness.
Wang Li deepened the kiss, his hand moving to cup her breast fully, squeezing gently as his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak. Mei Hua moaned softly into his mouth, her hands clenching at his robes as she melted into his embrace. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and forbidden pleasure that left her dizzy and breathless.
When Wang Li finally pulled back, Mei Hua was trembling, her eyes glazed with desire and confusion. She looked up at him, her lips swollen and wet from the kiss, and for a moment, she looked as if she might protest again. But Wang Li simply smiled, his hand sliding down to rest on her thigh, and whatever resistance Mei Hua had left crumbled into nothing.
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Lady Qing Lian was a different challenge altogether. Fiery and spirited, she was not one to be easily swayed by sweet words or gentle caresses. When Wang Li first began his advances, she met him with a sharp glare and a quick tongue, warning him that she was not some simpering concubine to be seduced on a whim.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Wang Li,” Qing Lian had warned him one night as he cornered her in her chamber, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Do you think I’m just going to fall into your arms because you say a few pretty words? I’m not that kind of woman.”
Wang Li had simply smiled at her challenge, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. “I would expect nothing less from someone as strong as you, Qing Lian. But that’s what makes you so irresistible. You’re a woman of fire, and I can’t help but be drawn to your flames.”
Qing Lian narrowed her eyes, her posture tense and defensive. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Wang Li. You should leave before someone catches us. This isn’t a game you can win.”
But Wang Li wasn’t deterred. He knew that Qing Lian’s resistance was rooted in her pride, her need to assert her independence and strength. He also knew that beneath that fiery exterior, there was a woman who craved something more, someone who could match her intensity and passion. And Wang Li intended to be that person.
He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if approaching a wild beast that might bolt at any sudden gesture. “It’s not about winning or losing, Qing Lian,” he said softly, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in the quiet of the room. “It’s about desire… and I can see that you want this just as much as I do.”
Qing Lian’s breath hitched at his words, but she didn’t back down. “You’re arrogant, Wang Li. Do you think you can just take what you want?”
Wang Li’s smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Only if you let me.”
There was a tense silence as they stared each other down, neither willing to be the first to break. Then, to Qing Lian’s surprise, Wang Li reached out and took her hand, his touch firm and warm. He didn’t pull her toward him, didn’t force her to move, but simply held her hand as if waiting for her to make the next move.
