14. Lust and Recklessness

The lane ahead reeked of something that made Li's cheeks flush: a heady mix of rouge and an indescribable scent.

"Come on, big guy!"

"My little cunt's waiting for your jade rod!"

"Don't grope my tits, you naughty brother!"

"Let this slut feel your might!"

The moment they stepped in, lecherous moans and playful banter filled the air. Crude words Li had never heard echoed around. From the balconies, women with bare arms like lotus roots leaned out. They were half-dressed, their eyes dripping with lust. Their gauzy veils floated like clouds, teasingly covering yet revealing their bodies.

The sheer intensity overwhelmed the two innocent girls.

"Princess, are we really okay coming here?" Hana squirmed. A strange itch rose from below, and her face burned red.

"No problem! I've seen the gambling prince of the demon sect! This is nothing!"

Li's cheeks blazed too. Her shoddy disguise couldn't hide her stunning beauty. Her youthful face, still soft with innocence, flushed red, but she puffed out her chest, feigning boldness.

Yet beneath her silk bindings, her tender nipples hardened. They pressed against the fabric like red beans. A strange heat surged through her slim legs, rising from her flat, soft belly. It made her tremble as her strength drained away.

"Princess, I can't walk!"

"Hana," Li's legs wobbled too, forcing her to stop. "Neither can I."

How could they search this maze of brothels without going in? But already, out here, their bodies felt like this. What would happen inside?

Taking a deep breath, Li steeled herself.

Unbeknownst to her, Wally was in one of those brothels, oblivious to the princess tracking him down.

On a bed draped in red and green silk, a western dancer lay clad only in a bellyband. Her lower half was bare. She swayed her hips, her hairless mound pristine and pale: a trait said to be common among men and women of the Raksha Kingdom.

Wally's eyes widened.

"Fuck, is this the legendary white tiger?"

But this western whore was clearly seasoned. Her labia sagged, dark and purple, like sea mushrooms. They were hardly appetizing.

His fat-sunken eyes, narrowed to green-bean slits, strained to take her in. His rolls of flesh quivered with excitement, rippling like waves.

Beneath his taut pants, buried under belly fat, his cock stirred. It leaked as it swelled, tenting the fabric.

Oddly enough, despite his girth, Wally's libido defied logic. Most fat men wilted under their own weight, but Wally had been raised on delicacies and treasures. His father, with sixteen wives and only one son, had stuffed him with yang-boosting elixirs from age four. The Golden Yuan Merchant Guild's wealth bought every rare tonic imaginable.

By seven or eight, his dick rivaled a grown man's. Twenty years of excess had forged a monstrous rod: over twenty-five centimeters long, thickened by overindulgence. It took seven or eight men to wrestle him down when he raged.

His cock was bizarrely shaped too. Unlike the typical thick head and slimmer shaft, Wally's head was small, barely two centimeters at the crown, while the base swelled to eight or nine centimeters thick. Pale and plump from pampering, it resembled a fat white radish.

After ogling the dancer's striptease, Wally lunged with a lewd grin. He pinned her down and kneaded her pale breasts. His stubby fingers teased her hard, red nipples.

The Raksha woman spoke, but he couldn't understand a word.

"What the hell is she saying?"

His fat hand groped her crotch, finding it wet and musky. He crowed, "So fucking slutty! Black as hell, probably fucked a hundred times! Let me ruin you!"

A rip-off, but the lust-drunk Wally didn't care.

He fumbled to undo his pants, but his bulk made it a struggle. After wrestling through layers of fat, he finally yanked them down. He grinned wickedly, eager to scare the exotic dancer with his freakish cock.

He positioned himself over her, ready to thrust his massive rod into her wet, seasoned cunt.

"Wally Wang!!!"

"Get out here!!!"

A sharp, girlish shout pierced the pleasure lane, jolting Wally mid-motion. His mighty rod wilted instantly before he could penetrate her.

Furious, he nearly barked, "Who the fuck?!" But the voice felt oddly familiar, like he'd heard it before.

As he pondered, the roused patrons cursed aloud.

"Who the hell ruined my shot?!"

"Made me go soft, damn it!"

"Who's begging to die?!"

Hearing the uproar, Hana shrank back. She clutched Li's arm, trembling.

"Princess, this is getting out of hand."

"It's fine! I've got this!"

Li regretted her impulsive yell. Why had she shouted Wally's name like that?

Now things were spiraling. If the city guard showed up, Ming would hear of it.

Though her face stayed defiant, watching the crowd peer from windows and railings, even the fearless Li blushed.

Then a brothel door burst open. A meatball tumbled out, crashing to the ground in a humiliating sprawl before Li, eating dirt.

"Ow, fuck, that hurt!"

Wally looked up, filthy and dazed.

His eyes landed on a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes. From this angle, the ankles and calves peeked out: flawless, like carved ivory, more beautiful than any whore's legs he'd seen.

The most perfect calves he'd ever laid eyes on. His softened cock sprang back to life, pressing hard against the cold ground through his pants.

"You!" Li hadn't expected Wally to appear so pathetically, but relief washed over her. At least he was here, sparing her embarrassment.

After sneaking glances at Li's jade-like legs, Wally scrambled up and bowed low. "Greetings, Pr!"

"Prince-what? Call me Young Master!" Li glared, cutting him off.

Catching on to their male disguises, Wally grinned awkwardly. "Yes, yes, Young Master's right."

His beady eyes flicked to Li's youthful yet stunning face, still flushed from earlier. His heart raced, and his cock strained painfully against his pants. He hunched over to hide it, but his gaze kept darting to her covered legs.

*If I could hold those feet, play with them.*

A blasphemous thought struck him, and he shook it off in terror. Such an idea could get him torn to pieces.

But a seed had taken root in his mind.

The onlookers, seeing the usually arrogant Wally grovel, realized this "youth" was no ordinary figure and backed off.

"Hm!"

Li relaxed. Her tension eased. She nodded primly, then flicked her robe with forced swagger. "Let's go!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Wally calmed his racing pulse and trailed behind her. Then, a whiff hit him: lilies, maybe, mixed with a thicker, honeyed scent.

His cock twitched again, nearly bursting his pants. He adjusted it discreetly. His beady eyes fixed on Li's swaying hips ahead: youthful yet curved, her tight peach-like ass twisting with each step.

*Gulp.*

He swallowed hard and bowed his head to hide his lust, terrified of Ming finding out.

Reason told him to forget the sacrilegious thoughts.

But his mind clung to that fleeting glimpse when he'd fallen: a vision etched into his soul, beyond any whore's allure.

"Hey! Fatty Wang!"

Lost in fantasy, Wally snapped to attention at Li's playful, bossy tone.

"Young Master, what's your command?" He bowed hastily.

"You got money?"

"Money?" Wally blinked, then pulled a wad of silver notes from his sleeve. Li snatched them instantly.

"Consider it a loan," she said, grinning at her fresh gambling funds. Her radiant smile made Wally's heart pound.

"I'll pay you back next time."

With that, she dragged Hana back into Golden Lotus Hall.

Watching her vanish, Wally rubbed his chin. His merchant's cunning sparked to life.

"A loan! Right, I've got plenty of cash!"