She leaned in close, her face inches from his. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
"Watching you at the banquet tonight," she breathed, her dark eyes completely dilated, "Watching you mock that fat pig right in front of everyone… it made me so wet. I needed you right there, right then in front of all of them if I could."
"But I had to hold myself back."
"You don't know how hard it was," Madam Li spoke as her fragrant smell swept Gu Fan off his feet.
"You don't know how wet I was."
She reached out as her hands gripped his collar.
"I wanted to hold you in my arms," she confessed, "I wanted to hug you. I wanted to feel your hands tearing my clothes off. I wanted to feel you hard and deep inside of me again."
She tilted her head up, as her lips parted to kiss him.
But suddenly, the sound of boots marching past her courtyard walls snapped her back to reality.
Madam Li blinked, forcing herself to mask her intense emotions. She pulled away, taking a reluctant step back, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"But this is not the right time. We can't," she whispered, her tone urgent, "It's a complete mess out there. The Clan is a mess, Gu Yangtian is freaking out and Gu Chen is losing his mind."
"Oh?" Gu Fan asked innocently, "What happened?"
"I don't know the full details," Madam Li said as she sighed shaking her head, "But Gu Yangtian just ordered a total lockdown."
"I heard Gu Chen is injured and talking about some assassin."
"Chen Long is completely missing. Someone attacked the guest courtyard and blew a hole straight through the w..."
As she narrated the incident to him, Madam Li saw Gu Fan staring at her with his arms crossed, and a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Why are you smiling?" Madam Li frowned, "What are you hiding from me?"
"Nothing at all, Mother." Gu Fan replied smoothly.
"You are lying!" Madam Li narrowed her eyes stepping closer.
She remembered the what he told him back at the banquet. She remembered him telling her to sit back and watch the show. She remembered him asking her to take care of his mess.
"What did you do, Gu Fan?" Madam Li narrowed her eyes.
"I told you," Gu Fan said, his smile widening into a grin, "I took care of the trash."
"Did you kidnap Chen Long? Madam Li stared at him, "Where is he?"
"You… You didn't kill him, did you?"
"I beat him to a bloody pulp, robbed him, stripped him, castrated him, and hung his fat body upside down at the main gate," Gu Fan whispered casually, "And I might have killed him in the process."
"And yes! I might have blown up Gu Chen and injured him." Gu Fan grinned sheepishly.
Madam Li covered her face with both hands as she felt her head spinning.
How is this possible?
Gu Fan was supposed to be a cripple, wasn't he?
Even if he had recovered some strength by some miracle, Chen Long was a 9th Stage Body Tempering cultivator. How could he possibly kill him?
How could he blow up Gu Chen, a Spirit Realm genius, and walk away without a scratch?
"I… You... How can... did you...?!" She felt herself at the loss of words.
Gu Fan didn't argue, and with the smile never fading away, he just flicked his wrist.
Clack!
And a heavy, solid gold token landed directly on the table beside her.
Madam Li teared her gaze away from Gu Fan and picked the token from the table and turned it over in her hands, tracing the intricate dragon carving and the bold character for 'Chen'.
It was original. It was definitely the Chen Clan's token as felt a faint pulsating Qi through it.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room.
On one hand, Madam Li was terrified. The implications of what she just heard were catastrophic. The Chen Clan would demand blood. Poison Valley Town was going to be plunged into a brutal, unforgiving war.
But on the other hand…
She looked at Gu Fan who had just casually orchestrated the downfall of their clan and he didn't even care.
This boy!
A swarm of butterflies erupted in her chest.
The sheer ruthlessness of it all bypassed her logic and went straight down there in her pussy.
The danger, the power, the absolute dominance he exuded made her pussy clench. She had spent her entire life surrounded by weak men playing politics. But the boy standing in her room was a monster.
And he belonged to her. She belonged to him.
Gu Fan saw her breathing change. He saw her legs press together tightly beneath the thin purple silk.
He didn't give her another second to think, and closed the distance between them, as he stepped right behind her, his chest lightly pressing against her back.
Madam Li gasped, her eyes flying wide open in the bronze mirror as she saw him looming over her shoulder.
"You like that, don't you?" Gu Fan murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble right next to her ear, "You love knowing that the man standing behind you just slaughtered a 9th Stage cultivator like a pig."
"Hmmm..." She whimpered as she leaned back into his strong chest.
Gu Fan smiled seeing her reaction as he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips against her nape. He kissed it softly, letting his hot breath cascade down her neck.
Madam Li let out a soft, shuddering moan, her hands gripping the edges of the table.
He trailed his lips upward, lightly nipping at her earlobe.
"You want me to tear this silk off you, don't you?" he whispered, his hands sliding down her arms, tracing the curves of her waist above her thin nightgown, but intentionally avoiding her breasts she so desperately wanted him to touch.
"I... no..." she protested weakly, her head tilting to give him more access, "The guards..."
"Let them hear," Gu Fan teased. He moved his lips along her cheek, pressing soft, agonizingly slow kisses against her jawline until he reached the very corner of her lips. He hovered there, their breaths mingling, the scent of the sweet wine she had drank earlier hanging between them.
She turned her head slightly, chasing his lips, desperate for a real kiss, desperate for him to take control and dominate her like he had in the shed.
But Gu Fan pulled back just an inch, denying her completely.
"But if you want, I think I should probably leave," Gu Fan whispered, stepping back from her, his voice dripping with wicked amusement, "I don't want to make things difficult for you."
"Nhmm!" Madam Li shuddered at the sudden loss of his touch, and a desperate whine escaped her throat.
She slowly turned around on the velvet stool. With him stepping away, her hands absentmindedly drifted to her own chest.
Her fingers traced the hardened peaks of her nipples through the sheer silk, fondling her own heavy breasts as her body ached with overwhelming, unresolved tension.
She looked up at him, as her eyes turned hazy.
"Please don't," she whispered.