It was as if, for the very first time, he had truly discovered what it meant to be a man.
Yet, as pleasurable as it had been, the state in which he had left his sister-in-law meant that cleaning up was going to be an absolute nightmare.
He had already ordered his men to settle his elder brother into the finest room—a room originally prepared for his brother's own use. Only after bathing Lanyan and thoroughly cleaning her up did he finally carry her over to that room. Even while she was bathing, he couldn't help but have his way with her once more...
Lan Yan had barely been lying beside her husband—his elder brother—for long before he couldn't resist; he swept her away and took her with unbridled intensity.
His elder brother had been in a coma for two days...
During that time, he had "looked after" his sister-in-law over a dozen times—in fact, he had just finished one such "session" a short while ago, barely managing to clean her up afterward.
Still, he felt he had actually done his brother a favor; the mysterious yet potent aphrodisiac poison coursing through Lan Yan's body was truly formidable.
Only now was she finally regaining a semblance of clear consciousness, and she would require continued "care" to completely purge the toxin from her system.
Thus, his brother's awakening left the Dragon King feeling both pleased and, in a way, regretful.
He was glad to see his brother's recovery, yet he couldn't help but wonder if he would still have any further opportunities to "look after" Lan Yan.
The Luo Residence
Things had remained relatively calm over the past two days.
None of the events Li Dong had anticipated came to pass—though the security team had been quietly replaced. The new guards were lean, formidable, and agile, bearing the unmistakable, disciplined air of military personnel.
In their past lives, they had been members of Tang Lan Yan's own squad.
Beyond them, others lay in wait within a radius of several kilometers. Anyone who recognized them would be left gaping in shock, for most were renowned "Transcendents"—with quite a few at Level 4.
Among them, there was even—
A strategic-level powerhouse.
The entire Luo residence had effectively been transformed into a massive, elaborate trap, with Xue Tang serving as the "bait." Yet, within the trap, there remained one small fish still eyeing the "bait"…
Uncle Qin, carrying a plate of traditional pastries garnished with sour plums and a glass of water, approached Xuetang's door. After a polite knock and a soft, languid response from within, he opened the door and stepped inside.
In the bedchamber—which held a faint, orchid-like fragrance—a stunning beauty sat on the edge of the bed. She wore only a purple, lustrous silk slip dress, her jet-black hair cascading like fine, silken satin.
Having seemingly just awakened, she exuded an air of profound, alluring languor.
At that moment, she was gazing at her phone—evidently encountering something that made her exceptionally shy. She bit down lightly on her cherry-hued lips, a delicate flush spreading across her exquisite, unadorned face.
"Young Mistress, haven't you been lacking an appetite lately?"
"I went out of my way to find a chef to prepare these sour plum treats for you."
As he spoke, Uncle Qin drew closer, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Beneath the loose slip dress, her full, rounded breasts—as plump and pristine as fresh-fallen snow—pressed firmly against the nylon straps, which stretched taut like those of a sexy bikini.
The lustrous silk fabric clung to her, clearly defining the contours of her breasts—reminiscent of teardrops or hanging melons—revealing not only a deep, alluring cleavage but also the generous curves along their sides.
From the front, it appeared as though only two small triangular pieces of fabric covered the tips of her breasts; even so, one of the straps had slipped askew onto her delicate shoulder—a clear sign that she had only just thrown the garment on upon his arrival. Uncle Qin, however, was not surprised; he knew that it wasn't that the young lady had a penchant for being scantily clad—there was another reason entirely…
He placed the tray on the small table beside the bed. Xuetang glanced up at him, offered a soft word of thanks, and immediately returned her attention to the contents of her phone.
Observing the mix of shyness, trepidation, unease, and anticipation on the young lady's face,
Uncle Qin let out a faint chuckle and promptly took his leave.
…
Xuetang set aside her phone and popped a piece of sour plum jelly into her mouth.
As the tart flavor spread across her palate, she narrowed her eyes slightly, her long, curved lashes fluttering. The sourness—a taste she usually didn't care for—now made her mouth water in a strangely pleasant way.
It even stirred a sense of inexplicable joy within her.
Recalling what she had just read on her phone regarding the early signs of pregnancy, a flush of shyness rose once more…
Her period was a few days late.
Her cycle had always been clockwork-precise, never once deviating. Moreover, she had been feeling a strange, restless agitation throughout her body; her skin had grown hypersensitive—her breasts, in particular, felt slightly swollen and taut.
Even the lightest breath of air against them sent a tingling, itchy sensation through her. She couldn't even wear her usual sleepwear—not even the silk nightgown she had chosen specifically because it offered the least amount of coverage and constriction.
In fact, when she went to sleep earlier, she hadn't worn that nightgown at all…
Caught in a swirl of complex emotions, the beautiful young woman gently stroked her flat, smooth abdomen. She felt a profound sense of relief that, ever since her last period, she had remained almost entirely at home—hiding away from Florence—and that her uncle hadn't come looking for her, either. Besides, whenever she was with anyone else, she would always take a contraceptive pill—the only person who had ever ejaculated inside her was… that big scoundrel.
She felt a mix of shyness and joy, underscored by the heavy, unsettling realization that she was about to become a mother.
You big scoundrel, you silly oaf—who would've thought that you'd be a father so soon?