CHAPTER 18: OLD TALE: SERVE

That single drop of sweat was tickling his skin as it climbed down from his forehead.

Zedong's lips were quietly trembling, body unmoving as he felt that the person behind was way bigger and hard as a rock, pinning him down at the table as they both stood against each other.

His hand was shaking even the plate that he was holding as he felt that the person behind moved closer to sniff his bare neck.

He flinched when he felt that man's nose touch his skin, sniffing it like a dog finding its treasured bone.

Zedong knew that the person was just one of the people inside, one of the beauties or...the general himself but he clearly know it couldn't be a beauty but he also refuses to believe that it was the latter.

The room was filled with silence only the tickle of the candles can be heard but the beauties lying on the floor completely woke up and got shaken when the general suddenly stood and walked towards the servant. They whimpered in fear in thought that he may come to them again.

However, their aching legs and arms stiffened when they saw that the fearsome and domineering general pressed his own body to sniff the servant. Mumbling incoherently as he slowly grinds himself on the servant's lower back.

And Zedong slowly felt the lustful movement behind him, from slight to moderate. The man's grinding became more harder and seductive making his body sway along with it.

"Mm...--" he immediately sealed off his lips from making any sound when the man suddenly pressed his nose to sniff his ears making Zedong's head flinch by the side.

But that sound didn't escape from the general's ears, he got aroused as he smelled the spring aroma of magnolia to the servant. His hair, his neck, and even his ears... It has all the natural and fragrant smell of a magnolia, a scent of early spring where the river and trees harmoniously blend in the flowing breeze.

It has always been the scent he liked.

So when he heard the low but expressional sound from Zedong, his sharp eyes flashed a sudden urge of desire, he knew he would try it no matter what it takes.

Due to his resolve and uncontrolled desire, the general's beam made a huge transformation, it bulged and stretched making Zedong's eyes shoot wide when he felt it poking at the upper part of his buttocks.

He finally panicked and immediately put down the plate he was holding, he didn't care if he did make a sound or anything, he wanted to get out immediately!

But before he can even protest he suddenly gasped when the general thrust his bulging thing right in between his butt cheeks.

His body was thrust at the edge of the table making him lean on the windowpane, the table shook and the tray cluttered with the cups and plates but when he lifted his head, there he realize that through that window, one can visibly see the magnolia field kilometers away from here.

He hasn't entered any VIP rooms so it's his first time seeing the place in a faraway view. Those beautiful trees filled with white flowers and the green landscape that he and Yu Yan admired, those garden beds where they found the six leaves clover... everything was different and majestic when you see it in a different view.

He faintly smiled, he remembered how Yu Yan loved that place saying that the place felt like him.

But he snapped when a hand tried to pull down his pants, he flushed red and abruptly stopped it, blurting, "M-My lord... I-I am not a beauty---"

But his jaw was gripped instead and harshly turned his head, "You dare to interrupt this person?" the voice was deep and authoritative making him shudder intensely.

Zedong felt the rough and calloused hand of the general, big and wide covering the entirety of his chin. He couldn't move a bit and just stood there being pressed by him.

Then his thumb rubbed on Zedong's lips and forcefully entered it inside his mouth, stretching the side of his lips.

The general was solely allured by the fragrant scent of the magnolia which is strange coming off from his body, it was his first time smelling someone like this. His mind is drunk and unclear but his desire doesn't.

So he tracked at which part of his body has the strongest scent and he confirmed that it is stronger on his mouth so, without any more pretense, he took Zedong's mouth. Covering it entirely.

Holding his nape close so that he can savor every corner of his mouth.

Zedong's eyes widened and struggled but he was too small and weak against the general and could only push those broad chests without any result. Their tongue fought but the man was too skilled and could only surrender himself as he sucked and licked it.

The general was immersed in the smell of magnolia on his saliva, indulging him as he suck and lick Zedong's mouth wholely, to take everything in but he stopped when he was hit by something in the head.

His actions halted and suddenly opened his darkened eyes. Zedong trembled more as he withdrew his hand sensing the murderous intent.

He just hit the general with a cup that he mindlessly caught by the table.

The cup shattered on his head but his head didn't get any damage and seemingly didn't feel anything at all.

But Zedong finally realized what he had just done and shuddered in fear. He saw the darkened face of the general as he stood straight in front of him.

His handsome and sharp features were visibly closer, his black pupils, a nose that has nice steep on both sides and jaw that can kill someone by its sharpness. Zedong needs to lift his head to see him, trembling intensely.

He knew he was dead the moment he felt that his arm swung towards his head.

"M-My lord...." his voice cracked, he wanted to beg for mercy but his lips were hushed by the general's finger.

He seemed calm and compose. Then he turned his head by the side in intent to talk to the beauties, "Get out." he ordered.

The beauties who were still coping with their aching bodies and to the scene that they just saw immediately moved, dragging their body up since they couldn't afford to offend the general anymore. They helped each other and glanced one more time to the servant who was shaken in front of the general then left, whispering last words of sympathy.

After they left, the general turned to Zedong whose forehead is already wet from the continuous pour of sweat. He was trembling and flinched when the general reached a hand, thinking that he'll punch him or what but that hand gently rested at the back of his head and he leaned to sniff him again.

"You are going to serve tonight." the general uttered and the hand that he rested on Zedong's head gripped his hair harshly and towards the bed, he dragged him.