The silk screens swayed in the afternoon breeze, but inside Lady Mei Lin's pavilion the air felt thick, almost too thick to breathe. Mei Lin still gripped the front of Lin Feng's robe like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her painted nails dug in, knuckles white, chest rising and falling too fast. The crimson aura rolling off him hadn't faded—it clung to her skin like warm oil, sinking deeper with every heartbeat.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips parted, voice barely holding together.
"You're… disgusting," she whispered, but the words came out trembling, more plea than insult. "A mongrel… a filthy mistake…"
Lin Feng didn't move. Didn't touch her. Just stood there, letting the Lust card do its quiet work.
"Then let go," he said softly. "Push me away. Call the guards. Tell them the bastard forced his way in. I'll leave right now."
Mei Lin's fingers tightened instead.
Her throat worked. She swallowed hard.
"I… I hate you," she breathed, but her body leaned closer, nipples straining against the silk, thighs pressing together like she was trying to trap the ache building there.
Lin Feng tilted his head, voice low and rough.
"You hate me. But you're wet for me."
Mei Lin's eyes fluttered shut for a second. A tiny whimper escaped her—barely audible, but it hit like a spark.
She opened her eyes again, furious and desperate at the same time.
"This is… wrong," she hissed. "You're nothing. You're—"
Lin Feng finally moved.
One slow step forward—enough that her breasts brushed his chest.
Mei Lin gasped like she'd been shocked.
He leaned down until his lips were almost touching her ear.
"Say the word," he murmured. "One word. 'Leave.' And I walk out. You'll never have to admit how badly you want this."
Silence.
Her breathing was loud in the quiet room—ragged, needy.
Then her hand slid up his chest… over his shoulder… around the back of his neck.
She pulled him down.
Their mouths crashed together—hard, angry, starving.
Mei Lin kissed like she was punishing him, biting his lower lip, tongue shoving into his mouth like she wanted to conquer him. Lin Feng let her—for a heartbeat—then took control.
He gripped her jaw, angled her head, and kissed her deeper, slower, owning every inch of her mouth. She moaned into him, the sound vibrating against his tongue. Her free hand clawed at his robe, yanking it open, nails scraping down his chest.
Lin Feng broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips.
"On your knees."
Mei Lin's eyes flashed—pride warring with hunger.
"You think you can order me?" she spat, but her voice cracked.
Lin Feng smiled—dark, knowing.
"I don't think. I know."
The Lust aura pulsed again—stronger.
Mei Lin's knees buckled.
She sank slowly, eyes never leaving his, until she was kneeling in front of him on the silk carpet. Her hands shook as she pushed his robe the rest of the way open. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, already glistening at the tip.
She stared at it for a long second, cheeks burning.
Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Lin Feng groaned low in his throat. Her lips were soft, hot, perfect. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head, then took him deeper—gagging slightly when he hit the back of her throat, but not stopping. One hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn't fit, the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
"Fuck… Mei Lin…"
She moaned around him—the vibration shooting straight up his spine. Her eyes watered but stayed locked on his face, defiant even now.
Lin Feng tangled his fingers in her perfect hair, ruining the jade pins, and guided her rhythm—deeper, faster. She let him, cheeks hollowing, throat working to take every inch.
When he was throbbing, close, he pulled her off with a rough tug.
She gasped, lips swollen, chin wet.
"On the platform," he ordered.
Mei Lin stood on shaky legs, robes slipping off her shoulders as she backed toward the raised seat. She sat—then lay back—legs parting instinctively.
Lin Feng stepped between them.
He pushed her thighs wider, robe falling open completely. She was soaked—glistening, swollen, aching.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue along her slit—slow, deliberate—from bottom to top.
Mei Lin cried out, hips bucking.
"Lin Feng—!"
He didn't tease.
He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking fast, two fingers sliding inside her and curling. She arched off the platform, hands gripping the cushions, moans turning into broken sobs.
"I hate you—I hate—ahhn—don't stop—!"
He didn't.
He licked and sucked until she shattered—thighs clamping around his head, walls pulsing, flooding his mouth as she screamed his name.
When she finally collapsed, trembling, he rose up.
She looked wrecked—hair ruined, makeup smeared, eyes dazed and hungry.
Lin Feng positioned himself at her entrance.
"Look at me," he said.
Mei Lin's eyes snapped to his.
He pushed inside—slow, deep, stretching her until she gasped.
Then he started moving—hard, relentless, claiming every inch.
Mei Lin's nails dug into his back.
"Harder—mongrel—fuck me harder—!"
He gave it to her—pounding deep, skin slapping, her moans filling the pavilion.
When she came again—screaming, walls milking him—he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside her with a low growl.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged.
Mei Lin stared up at him, eyes wide, chest heaving.
"You… you made me…"
Lin Feng brushed a thumb over her swollen lower lip.
"Say it."
She swallowed.
"You made me beg."
He smiled—slow, satisfied.
Outside, footsteps approached—guards, maybe the Head himself.
Mei Lin's eyes flicked toward the screens.
Then back to him.
Voice barely a whisper.
"What now… mongrel?"
Lin Feng leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
"Now," he murmured, "you keep my secret."
"Or I come back."
"And next time…"
"I won't stop until you scream my name loud enough for the whole clan to hear."
Mei Lin shivered.
And the silk screens rustled as someone stepped closer.