Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 249: She Pinned Down the Villain

Zhen Niang hurried out of the dark room, incessantly wiping her hands with a handkerchief. She didn’t stop until they were rubbed red raw, then she forcefully threw the handkerchief down!

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

"Zhen Niang..."

The man behind her sounded remorseful. "Zhen Niang, I... I just couldn’t help myself..."

Zhen Niang turned to face him, her eyes filled with revulsion. "You’re a disgusting thing with a filthy gaze and a rotten body. What right do you have to mock anyone else?"

Shu Fengli lowered his head. "I promise, this is the last time."

Zhen Niang merely scoffed, making Shu Fengli blush.

Even he had lost count of how many times he had promised it would be the last.

To him, Zhen Niang was an addiction he couldn’t kick.

He would be wracked with guilt and shame every time, yet he still couldn’t resist!

Zhen Niang took a deep breath and glanced at him coldly. "I’ve received news. Fu Yuan is supposedly a merchant from Chuzhou, but he’s very likely from the Wu Qi Country. As for why he’s here, that requires further investigation."

Shu Fengli’s expression immediately turned serious. "Then I’ll report to the Prince!"

Zhen Niang looked up at him. His animosity toward Fu Yuan was all too obvious.

And she knew why: it was because of the special attention she had shown him.

"There are countless spies from both Wu Qi and Nanchen in Zongli Pass. We don’t need to report every little thing. It won’t be too late to inform him after I’ve uncovered his background and true objective."

"Alright."

Shu Fengli had been sent to Li Zong Pass by Zhou Junlin specifically to assist Zhen Niang. He was ostensibly her assistant, but in reality, he was there to take over.

However, he harbored a strange obsession with Zhen Niang and obeyed her in all things—except when it came to other men. On that subject, he would lose all reason.

Shu Fengli glanced again in the direction of the room. "Then he and that woman..."

Zhen Niang snapped, "He only glanced at her a few times, and you had her brought here! What are you trying to prove? That any man will succumb to temptation if given the chance?"

Shu Fengli fell silent.

Both he and Zhen Niang knew perfectly well: if she showed the slightest interest in any man, Shu Fengli would use the resources at his disposal in Huaxu Square to try every trick in the book to lure them into a trap.

He had even meticulously designed this wall for the sole purpose of making Zhen Niang see with her own eyes that all men, without exception, were greedy—always wanting more than what they had. If she lost all hope in men, she would naturally stop pining for anyone.

But over time, he had become enthralled by the perverse pleasure of his voyeurism.

Zhen Niang had seen right through him, but though disgusted, she was forced to play along.

Because he held a secret of hers.

Just then, the bed in the room began to rock, accompanied by the blush-inducing, heart-pounding sound of rhythmic creaking.

Shu Fengli glanced back, his eyes filled with contempt, yet he couldn’t help the hot-blooded rush of excitement the sounds provoked.

Having spent years in pleasure quarters, Zhen Niang was long past being surprised by such things.

She shot Shu Fengli a look, and the scorn in her eyes once again made him lower his head.

"Get lost!"

Shu Fengli didn’t argue with her rebuke. He simply lowered his head and walked away.

Zhen Niang turned away, her expression now holding a strange mix of intrigue and hope.

’I hope... he’s really as he said. That when he loves someone, it is his love that makes them one of a kind in all the world.’

Inside the bedroom, clothes were scattered in disarray across the floor.

Song Lianhe wasn’t particularly rigid about the idea of chastity. Never mind that she had been drugged—if she simply felt the desire and met the right person, she wouldn’t have been opposed to a one-night stand.

Still, faced with the drug’s overwhelming potency, Song Lianhe couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame.

’She’d already lost count of how many times she had thrown herself at him...’

She was slick with sweat, the ornaments in her hair long since scattered and lost. From the moment he told her someone was outside, she had been biting her lip for dear life, trying not to make a sound.

But the man on top of her paid it no mind. On the contrary, he made the bed beneath them rock violently with a loud THUMP-THUMP, his panting breath hot against her ear, enough to make anyone’s heart race.

And yet, the man remained restrained and composed. He stared down at her, his eyes filled with a potent emotion she couldn’t begin to decipher.

In her daze, she subconsciously wanted to look away, not daring to meet his intense gaze.

The entire night, she was a slave to this terrifying lust. Her memories began to blur. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud, only for a sudden storm to sweep through, lashing at her until all she could do was whimper and beg.

’This feeling of being completely emptied out was terrifying! To lose all reason and just want more, and more, and more!’

This was where the man’s impressive stamina came into play. He was truly worthy of a man who had spent years on the battlefield. In the heat of passion, she no longer cared who he was. Her hand reached for his abdomen, and she clearly felt an eight-pack!

"Satisfied?"

The man’s voice rasped.

Song Lianhe was completely out of her mind. Her eyes, glistening with moisture, looked up at him timidly. "I like it~"

’Not just satisfied. I like it!’

’I like it a lot!’

The man arched a brow. He glanced down at her small hand, which was still busily exploring. A vein throbbed on his forehead. He slapped the back of her hand lightly. "Don’t fidget."

If she couldn’t touch him there, she simply explored elsewhere...

The man let out a grunt, tilting his head back uncontrollably and revealing the bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

Song Lianhe didn’t know what came over her. Like a greedy cat, she opened her mouth and bit down on it...

In return, she received an almost savage punishment from the man.

Song Lianhe felt like she was about to shatter!

Her last conscious image was of the man flipping her onto her stomach and pressing against her back...

’The only thing she was clearly aware of was that she had just slept with the villain...’

Only when she felt the drug’s effects finally begin to recede did she lie there, as weak and limp as a dead fish.

To think she, who prided herself on her expertise in pharmacology, had been tortured to within an inch of her life by a simple aphrodisiac.

’Before she passed out, she made a silent vow. You have to get back up where you fall. She was going to figure out this drug, and then she was going to create one even more potent!’

’In any case, she was determined to get into the business of selling these kinds of drugs...’

When she woke up, she was in an inn.

Song Lianhe opened her eyes to the sound of a rooster crowing.

"...Didn’t you say it was fine? Why was she only brought back after an entire night?"

"Er, desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, the Young Madam was with our lord. There really was no problem!"

"’It hardly looks like there was no problem...’ Then she asked, ’Right, where is our lord?’"

"He went to Huaxu Square."

"Again?"

"Boss Zhen from Huaxu Square personally invited him."

Song Lianhe sat up just as Xuan Mei came in from outside. "Sister Mei, I need some water..."

She only realized when she opened her mouth that her voice was completely hoarse from screaming.

Song Lianhe blushed furiously. She took the water Xuan Mei poured for her and downed three cups in one go.

Her mind slowly started to clear. She really had slept with the villain—and she’d been the insatiably demanding one.

She also began to recall the outrageous things she had done, how she had relentlessly used every trick in the book to force him to yield...

AHHHH!

’She couldn’t think about it anymore!’

Mortified, Song Lianhe covered her face. How had things spiraled so far out of control?

’And what was she going to do to fix this?’

After a night of debauchery, her body was covered in marks the man had left behind. Anyone who got close could smell his potent scent on her.

Song Lianhe had to bathe at once. Too ashamed to let Xuan Mei help, she only asked her to have an inn attendant prepare hot water.

Though Xuan Mei had never experienced such things herself, a single glance was all it took to understand.

Soon, tubs of hot water were carried into the room.

"I’ll go stand guard outside."

Xuan Mei turned and left, closing the door behind her.

With Xuan Mei on guard, Song Lianhe could relax.

As she stripped off her clothes, she saw dried, stained patches from her chest to her abdomen and down her legs. Her fair, soft breasts in particular were covered in a large swathe of red marks from his grip, which still hadn’t faded.

The mere sight of it made her legs go weak.

"This damn drug!"

She blamed all of her body’s shameful reactions on the drug that had been slipped into her drink.

But Song Lianhe was not one to accept defeat. She resolved to master them all—*Dongxuanzi*, *Mysteries of the Bedroom*, the Love Lock, the Long Yin Pill, the Yang Erection Pills—everything!

She vowed to become the foremost expert on aphrodisiacs in all of Da Cheng!