Li caught her breath, her delicate frame finally stirring. She turned, her chest heaving, and pointed at him, furious. "You! Do you want to die? Think I won't punish you?"
"Your servant... no, no, this slave! This slave knows his crime, deserves death..."
Wally bowed dramatically, but his thick legs showed no sign of kneeling. His rod stayed rigid, tenting his trousers, unyielding. His beady eyes, hidden in folds of fat, roamed her body brazenly, violating her with his gaze.
Years in the merchant world had taught him Li's nature. Beyond her title as Bright Hua's noblest princess, she was a stubborn but kind-hearted girl, quick to bristle but soft inside. Otherwise, how could her maid Hana act so freely around her?
If she were truly a cruel, spoiled princess, his earlier "loan" scheme would have landed him in the Emperor's court, accused and ruined.
Yet Li not only forgave it but felt guilty, like a cat with its fur ruffled. This convinced Wally she was tender-hearted, giving him the nerve to push boundaries today.
"Hmph!"
Hearing him call himself "slave," Li's anger fizzled. She steadied her still-tingling body, turned her head, showing him only her perfect profile and cascading hair.
Wally smirked inwardly, keeping up appearances by bowing deeply, even slapping his chubby cheeks, making his fat jiggle. "This slave deserves punishment!"
"Enough, enough!"
As expected, the naive girl softened. Pure as a blank page, Li seemed to forget the incident, her lively spirit returning. Seeing Wally's fake self-punishment, she waved him off impatiently.
"Heh heh heh!"
Seizing the moment, Wally puffed out his belly, his rod still straining his trousers, the tent glaringly obvious. Li's eyes flicked downward.
"Ah!"
Seeing the massive bulge, Li, ignorant of its meaning, felt a woman's instinctive shame. She covered her eyes.
"What's... what's in your pants!"
Her shy, panicked voice betrayed her innocence.
The Princess doesn't even know *this*?
Wally was stunned. By her age, most girls, even virgins, would have some inkling of such matters...
But he didn't know Li's sheltered life. As the Emperor's precious daughter, how could Ming let her be tainted by such "filth"? Even the maids tending her were forbidden from speaking of it, lest they sully her ears.
Mei, raised in refinement and aspiring to be a model wife, taught Li virtues and needlework but shied from matters of the bedroom. Her own marriage to Ren was frosty, leaving her ill-equipped to guide her daughter.
Li's tutors, esteemed scholars, kept their lessons chaste, scolding her for any hint of impropriety. How could they expose her to such things?
Unaware of this, Wally saw an opportunity. His beady eyes gleamed, his fat cheeks quivering as he muttered, "Heh heh, it's a 'meat lingzhi,' a legendary thing that grows only when you meet someone fated!"
"Meat lingzhi...?" Li peeked through her fingers, her doe-like eyes blinking at the tent, puzzled.
"Yes, yes! Meat lingzhi!" Wally puffed out his chest shamelessly. "It's because of you, Princess, that it grew on me! All thanks to you!"
If a cultivator heard him spouting such nonsense to trick a pure girl, they'd likely slay him on the spot.
"I... I think you're lying again..."
Though clueless about intimacy, Li's sharp mind caught the deceit in his tone. She eyed the tent suspiciously, recalling the firm, searing rod that had pressed between her thighs.
"No way!" Wally rubbed his hands, his leering grin repulsive but his voice fawning. "It's all thanks to you!"
He wasn't entirely wrong. His boldness and arousal stemmed from lusting after Li's beauty and body.
"..."
Li lowered her hands, clasping them over her modest chest, eyeing him skeptically without a word.
"Heh... heh..."
Wally, thick-skinned as he was, didn't dare push further. To change the subject, he pointed at the stage below. "Look, a lion!"
"..."
Li's gaze held a princess's dignity, echoing her father's authority. Wally, usually cowed by Ming, reined himself in, adjusting his belt to cool his ardor.
His tent shrank as his rod softened, catching Li's curious eye. She blinked, watching the bulge flatten, and murmured, "It can grow and shrink?"
She glanced at her own modest chest, sighing. When will I be like Mei or Qing? If I were bigger, that barbarian Lian wouldn't bully me! Feng... he likes bigger ones too, doesn't he? Qing and Lian are so big!
Wally, seasoned in reading people, noticed her distracted look. Clearing his throat, he asked slyly, "Princess, what's on your mind? Can I help?"
His tone was as servile as a new palace eunuch, but Li, used to such flattery, nearly brushed him off. Then she remembered his tent, the unseen, scalding rod.
So big, so hot... and it changes size...
Wally's wealth and influence, his ability to make things happen, made her think he might know something useful.
"Hey!" she began softly. "Wally, do you know... know..."
But asking about enhancing her chest, even for an innocent girl, felt wrong. Her face flushed crimson, radiant as a sunset, her youthful beauty glowing with shy allure.
Wally's heart skipped, his fat hands slapping his chest, his belly jiggling. "Princess, for you, I'd climb mountains, brave fire, bankrupt myself! Just give me a sliver of your light to warm my heart..."
"Go die then!" Li snapped, mortified by his sappy words, her anger flaring.
Wally shrank back, fearing he'd gone too far, but then Li lowered her head, blushing, and whispered, "...Do you know how to... make my chest... bigger?"
"What...?" Wally scratched his ear, stunned, thinking he'd misheard. "What did you say?"
"I said!" Li shouted, exasperated. "Do you know how to make my chest bigger!"
She buried her face in her hands, humiliated, playing ostrich.
Wally trembled, his faded lust reigniting. His softened rod sprang up, tenting his trousers again.
"Well..." he panted, feigning calm, "I can help."
"But..." Li's hope soured, her lips pursing. "I knew it."
"Ahem, it's not hard..." Wally swallowed, his eyes drifting to her slender legs.
"What... what do you want?" Li shifted, her legs pressing together nervously, their elegance dazzling.
"Remember... our last game?" Wally fought his excitement, knowing he had to tread carefully, like boiling a frog slowly.
"That?" Li's face burned, recalling how she'd bared her feet, letting Wally ogle them, his breath hot on her skin.
"Yes, that!" Wally's eyes gleamed, but he pivoted. "But today, let's try something new."
"New... what?" Li's voice wavered with shyness, yet a flicker of anticipation stirred, recalling the rod's searing magic, its forbidden thrill.
Wally stared at her modest chest, the small mounds not as lush as a woman's but charming in their budding youth, like tart green apricots, not as sweet as peaches but crisp and tempting. What color were her tips? Pink and tender like cherries? Or pale with a blush of peach?
He swallowed hard, then leaned back on a cushioned bench, spreading out, his hips thrust up.
"What... are you doing?" Li's delicate toes curled in her shoes, betraying her nerves.
"Heh, a new game." Wally grinned, urging her. "Use your foot... to step on my 'meat lingzhi'!"
"No... I won't!" Li flushed scarlet.
"Then forget the chest thing," Wally said, feigning regret.
"Wait... wait..." Li took a deep breath, stepping forward. She eyed his round belly and greasy bulk, then hesitantly raised a leg, stomping down.
"Oof! Hiss..." Wally yelped, eyes bulging, nearly choking.
"Princess... take off your shoe... and go lighter... ouch..."
Her hard shoe and fierce stomp nearly broke his rigid rod, pain shooting through him.
"You didn't say!" Li huffed, embarrassed. She stared at the towering, pyramid-like bulge, nervous.
Lifting her skirt, she revealed a flawless calf, smooth and ivory-like, perfectly curved, hairless, and radiant. Her white sock hid her lower leg, pristine and delicate, wrapping a dainty foot that hinted at exquisite contours, almost magical in its allure.
Li raised her right leg, her sock-clad foot delicate yet captivating. It was as if crafted from dreams, small, fragile, like porcelain too perfect to touch.
Her foot grazed the tent, flinching at its heat, then pressed lightly, like a butterfly testing a flame. Finding it less daunting, Li trembled, panting, as her foot rested on the burning rod. Its heat and forbidden thrill coursed through her sole, clouding her innocent mind, pulling her deeper into haze.
"Good... good... hiss..." Wally gasped in delight. Her soft sole, smoother than silk, teased him, like glimpsing a beauty through gauze. He yearned to seize her foot, press it hard against his rod, and drench it in his release.
But he stayed still, letting her explore, her foot tracing his rod's shape through the cloth.
Li panted, pressing gently, her toes grazing the tip, her arch feeling the shaft, her heel touching its thickest part. She mentally measured it: three or four centimeters at the tip, a grooved crown, then a long, thickening cylinder, seven or eight centimeters at its base. Her foot couldn't reach its root.
Her body heated, her abdomen simmering like boiling water, sapping her strength. She felt parched, her throat swallowing, her frame swaying, yet her eyes locked on the rod, curious to find its base.
She slid her heel down, misjudging her force, and struck two large, egg-like orbs.
"Ah! Hiss... I'm done! Done!" Wally shuddered, losing control. His balls contracted, his fat quaking like waves.
"Ah!" Li yelped, startled, as the rod swelled, its tip ballooning, scalding like a firebrand. She heard liquid spurting, hitting cloth with a rhythmic patter.
The tent grew wet, the tip bulging as if filled, white liquid seeping through, pooling like spilled milk, sticky and clumped.
Li's nose twitched at the pungent smell, yet it didn't repulse her. It stoked her heat, urging her to shed her clothes. Dazed, she didn't pull her foot back, letting the sticky fluid stain her sock, feeling the rod pulse.
The room fell silent, filled only with their heavy breaths and racing hearts. The stench mixed with a floral scent, lilies, peonies, peach blossoms, blending into an addictive poison, tempting like a serpent offering forbidden fruit.
"Miss, no mirror in the carriage? Why's it locked? Are you there?" Hana's voice and knocks broke the spell.
Li snapped awake, calling, "Hana, I'm here, wait!"
Wally scrambled up, opening a window and tearing a cleansing charm, letting a breeze clear the stench. He glanced at his soaked trousers, a mix of white fluid and wet patches, and flopped onto the bench, covering himself.
Li, confused and guilty despite her ignorance, opened the door. "Hana, you're back?"
Hana scratched her head. "No mirror in the carriage, Miss."
"Oh... my mistake," Li said, feigning thought.
"Huh!" Hana sighed, used to her mistress's antics. "Where's Wally?"
"Ahem..." Wally coughed. "Caught a chill, need to rest."
Hana glanced at him, sprawled like a dead pig. "Need a doctor?"
"No, no, old issue," Wally laughed awkwardly. "I'll rest."
"Missed the show," Hana grumbled.
"It's over," Li said softly. "Let's go, Hana."
"Alright!"
"Miss, why's your walk off?"
"Shut it!"
Their bickering faded as they left.
Wally exhaled, thrilled. He hadn't gone far, but learning Li's purity was enough. Warm water cooks the frog, patience was key.
"Patience!" he muttered.