The Slender Waist-Chapter 341 - 239: No Sense of Propriety

Pei Jue was thrown back a step.

It was like being struck in the heart by a soft firework.

Feng Yun, pretending not to hear, refused to belittle herself in the slightest, leaning into Pei Jue’s embrace. She began to recklessly tug at his clothing. Pei Jue was not wearing his armor, his robe was loose and wide, his dark hair as lustrous as jade, his attire intricately complicated.

She grew impatient when she couldn’t undo them and simply gave up, sliding down to pull at his belt instead.

"Tsk tsk, dressing up like this to meet the Empress Dowager..."

"No."

"Yes."

"..."

Pei Jue sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her and lowering his voice to ask,

"Does Lady Yun not trust me?"

Of course, that wasn’t it...

If a man really wanted to stray, you could stop him once, but not forever.

She didn’t mistrust him; she just didn’t want to let Li Sangruo be too pleased.

In the dark, she couldn’t see Pei Jue’s brows and eyes clearly, but Feng Yun sensed his probing intent. Her lips curved slightly, "I missed the Great General."

Incense was burning in the room—it was Feng Yun’s handmade Laughing Lotus.

At first, she thought it was too mild, but as she got used to it, it became exquisitely elegant.

Initially, Pei Jue thought Feng Yun was being sulky to tease him, but he soon discovered that wasn’t the case...

She was serious...

That gentle hand skillfully freed him, not even bothering to take off their clothes, handling him with a ravaging intensity, as if wanting to break him.

Pei Jue caught her hand, "Yunyun."

"Don’t want it?" Feng Yun asked him, her breath falling on his neck like a devil’s long tongue, mishandling the rigid part of him, making it flop around, forcing him to speak.

Pei Jue gritted his teeth, "What do you think?"

The eager beast within throbbed violently—what more was there to say?

Feng Yun feigned ignorance, humming deliberately, "It’s been so long, this concubine doesn’t know the General’s heart. How can I guess what the General is thinking?"

Pei Jue’s grip tightened, pressing her lower back against him, "Want to, want to kill you."

His entire body was taut like a stump of wood, his voice as if squeezed out between his teeth.

Feng Yun felt she was cruel, delighting in watching him gradually turn fierce and ferocious, thoroughly tracing his contours, listening to his breathless gasps...

"What are you waiting for?" Feng Yun chuckled low.

Without a word, Pei Jue felt an itching sensation inside him as if being eaten by worms. He instinctively pushed against her hand, then suddenly swept her into his arms and they both toppled onto the couch.

He was underneath, and Feng Yun landed solidly on him, uttering a pained cry. She reached over to clutch at his hair, biting down on his neck.

"General..." As they entangled, she bit down hard, as if trying to taste something. Pei Jue pinched her waist, his muscles tensing like blocks of stone amidst the slight tingling pain.

"I’ll do it."

There was no time left.

He couldn’t stand her dawdling.

But Feng Yun wouldn’t allow it, pressing down on his arm.

"I can do it myself."

"..."

She sat atop Pei Jue, sliding back and forth, unclear how long they struggled. Her neck was nearly ruined from his bites, yet she remained unentered...

"Why can’t I, how can I not... What did the General eat to grow so strong..." She seemed anxious, even angry. Her back was almost sore enough to snap. She didn’t want his help; every time he reached out, she pushed his hand away, determined to prevail, grinding and entwining stubbornly.

But she truly couldn’t.

"Lady Yun." Pei Jue’s passion completely flared up, nearly drowning her. He breathed heavily, gripping her waist and flipping them over, changing their positions. He knelt down, nuzzling her delicate earlobe, "Let me do it..."

"Mmh..." Feng Yun subconsciously closed her eyes, her hands clutching Pei Jue’s shoulders. Inch by inch, he invaded her, the sensation of being overwhelmed causing her body to tense. She shivered in his palm, whimpering after what felt like ages, wildly clutching his hair, his neck.

Pei Jue couldn’t stand her crazed state, his breathing even heavier, his self-control completely shattered.

Compared to her slight intoxication, being affected by the yang aggressiveness syndrome for so long meant he needed release even more than she did. Since she insisted on entangling him, he wasn’t going to let her off easily now.

"Endure it for a bit."

"I can’t... endure," she breathed softly, her broken sobs in his ears driving him mad.

The two of them clashed fiercely, as if in battle, crushing together. Feng Yun gradually felt the danger, breathless as she pushed at him, but she lacked the strength. Her body floated and sank under his control, feeling as if she was about to take flight.

The room was unlit.

The darkness intensified their subtle sensations.

Suddenly, the light from a nearby eave’s lantern shone faintly through.

The room was in disarray.

Pei Jue’s outer robe lay on the ground. Feng Yun’s dress hadn’t been removed; she lay back amidst the fabric, half-covered by his robe. Their intertwined forms obscured, the concealment spared them shame but heightened the sensuality.

"Don’t do it..." Feng Yun felt panicked, sensing that Pei Jue was fiercely unrestrained that day, as if intent on breaking her with no consideration, each time harsher than the last. She opened her eyes wide in alarm, "The cloth strip, get the cloth strip..."

"No need," he said: "I can control myself."

What boundaries?

In this matter, Pei Gou is the least respectful of boundaries.

Feng Yun doesn’t want to miss the exciting events tomorrow by not being able to get up.

She pushes him.

Her strength is so weak it’s practically useless, she screams, bites his shoulder and neck, insisting on forcing him out until she wraps a cloth around him and feels at ease.

"All right," she nuzzles him like a cat.

She’s seductive and docile, as if the wild creature from moments ago wasn’t her at all.

Pei Jue suddenly thinks of a baby turtle.

She is delaying his trip to Cuiyu, coquettishly learning from a baby turtle.

But what can he do, aware that she’s merely stalling? The arrow is on the bowstring; he has no say in the matter. Can he even reproach her? If he says one more word, it would be tantamount to calling him inhuman. He must indulge her to get anything done.

"General, what if the Empress Dowager asks you to stay the night when you meet her later?"

"..."

"If the Empress Dowager commands it, can you disobey?"

"..."

"This is bad, this is bad... General, can you be gentler, can you slow down? Are you in such a hurry...in a hurry to see Empress Dowager Li?"

"Nonsense!" Pei Jue lowers his head and lightly rubs it against her forehead twice, as if to soothe her, and also as a brief gathering of strength for the next onslaught.

Feng Yun trembles all over, staggering, thinking luckily she wrapped the cloth, otherwise his ferocity could certainly kill a person.

"You’re in such a rush to see Empress Dowager Li, that’s why you’re so... ah!"

Struck hard, she cries out instinctively, biting him, her alluring moans excessively clingy.

Pei Jue, unfazed by her madness, lifts his hips and thrusts without mercy...

Feng Yun feels like she’s soaking in warm water, her body burning, her ears filled with disarrayed sounds, the tingling sensations building up until they breach, her toes curling, letting out a prolonged moan...

"Back then, Li Zongxun showed interest in a marriage alliance and approached my father to discuss it," Pei Jue says between breaths, suddenly breaking the silence.

It’s Feng Yun’s first time hearing him voluntarily speak about Li Sangruo.

She perks up, no longer making a fuss, eyes half-closed as she watches him.

"Then what?"

Pei Jue’s brow furrows slightly. "My father consented."

"And you?"

"I was in the camp," Pei Jue’s hand trails down that curved arc, brushing aside the robe hanging beneath, seeking and gently caressing, "I didn’t take part."

"But you didn’t oppose it, did you?" Feng Yun picks up the thread, her calmed breathing gradually becoming ragged again, reigniting embers, biting him even tighter, "It’s parental decree and the matchmaker’s words. If it hadn’t gone off track, and Li Zongxun hadn’t gotten greedy, aiming for the sky in one step, wouldn’t you have married her by now?"

Pei Jue doesn’t respond.

In the dark night, all that can be heard is his heavy breathing.

"Tell me, say it..." Feng Yun struggles to form complete sentences as he manhandles her, her cheeks held firm by his broad palm, rendering her immobile.

He leans down to kiss her, a gentle, soothing caress of a kiss, while he thrusts deeply into her quivering body, his powerful, vigorous muscles almost melting her even through the clothing.

Feng Yun’s soft moans are out of tune.

This man is as tireless as an ox!

He must have been considering marrying Li Sangruo, he must have...

She wants to see Pei Jue’s face clearly, to read his expression.

Unfortunately, in the excitement, the lamp was extinguished, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

"Life is unpredictable," Pei Jue suddenly says, "I also don’t know."

"Don’t know what? General, you’re just a man of tradition. If she hadn’t married the Emperor, you’d have married her. By now, you two might even have children. With your nature, you surely would treat her like you treat me now... cherish her, protect her, be good to her... No, surely even better than to me..."

"No," Pei Jue says.

This time, very certain.

Feng Yun: "How can it not be? After all these years, General, weren’t you keeping yourself pure for her?"

Keeping himself pure?

Pei Jue seems to laugh for a moment.

His sweaty chin rubs against her hair, his breathing heavy.

"It was for you," he says.

"Pah," Feng Yun refuses to believe the sweet nothings men say in bed; she tugs a little harder, and the man struggles almost to the point of suffocation, uttering a muffled moan.

"Lady Yun, don’t..."

"Aren’t you in a hurry to see the Empress Dowager? Let me help you," Feng Yun holds his neck tightly, as if to squeeze him out; Pei Jue intends to give her a taste of her own medicine, yet his wife has a natural knack that nearly drives him wild.

He clenches his teeth, holds onto her waist, pauses for a moment and then crashes down heavily again.

Feng Yun can’t hold up, struggling to free herself, only to be forcefully pulled back by him, skewered on him, unable to speak, letting him pin her down.

"Pei Gou..."

She wants to curse, but Pei Jue gives her no chance, grabbing her feet and manhandling her into a half-curled position, turning her over, grasping her soft waist, pressing his full body against her back, his breathing labored as he ravishes her, so fast that Feng Yun’s left with nothing but screams, unable to spout nonsense...