Finest Servant

Chapter 173 To Proceed or Not? A Dilemma!

"Ever since my mother's tragic death, I've harbored deep resentment for those who betray love and trust. I once made a vow that whoever I would find as my husband could only love me and me alone. I yearned for his undivided attention, a devotion that would last a lifetime, never to abandon me." Qin Xian'er glanced at him, her words coming out softly.

So that was it. This young maiden was undoubtedly marked by the horrific events she'd witnessed as a child. That was why she bore such resentment towards others, anyone remotely connected with Lin Wanrong was a target of her ire. Her actions might have been domineering, but they were also profoundly passionate.

"When I met you, it felt like past life's grievances found me. Life is short, true friends are hard to find, and it's even harder to meet someone to love passionately. Xian'er's encounter with you is a tremendous destiny. Although I'm just a woman, I know that although marriage is arranged by heaven, everything is subject to human efforts. That's why I cast aside my shame and decided to stay by your side, hoping you won't despise Xian'er's simplicity." Qin Xian'er blushed as she spoke with utter shyness.

Listening to a girl confess her feelings was quite a unique experience, particularly when it was a stunning beauty like Qin Xian'er. This greatly satisfied Lin Wanrong's vanity.

He gently caressed Xian'er's hand and said, "Xian'er, let's be together henceforth, sticking by each other's side, never to leave or forsake each other, how does that sound?"

A blush tinged Qin Xian'er's cheeks as she whispered, "Your wish is my wish as well."

Her charming shyness and exquisite appeal ignited a fire within Lin Wanrong. He scoffed at any thought of propriety, thinking to himself, 'I shall make my move first and figure out the rest later, what of it?'

His hands gently started exploring her body, edging into her delicate clothing. Xian'er, having shared her deepest feelings, began to open her heart. Seeing him behave thus, she sighed inwardly, thinking, 'Oh well, since I've promised him my life and to never leave him, giving myself to him now wouldn't make any difference.'

With this thought, she ceased to resist him. As his gentle caresses swept over her, her body responded like it was ablaze, soft and warm. Her mouth slightly open, exhaling a sweet fragrance, she whispered, "Please treat Xian'er with kindness—"

Hearing her faint words, a thrill of joy surged in Lin Wanrong's heart. 'So, she's given her tacit consent. Pre-marital relations, such a noble and glorious pursuit! I must persevere.'

While his mind raced with these thoughts, his hands didn't pause. Gently, he caressed her firm and smooth skin, his movements slow and deliberate.

Xian'er, her heart open, passionately embraced him, pressing her voluptuous chest into his arms, her face flushed with vibrant color. She exhaled soft, fragrant sighs, lowered her head and whispered shyly, "Not here, please—"

The flames of desire soared within Lin Wanrong. Suddenly, he scooped her into his arms and hurried back into the room, laying her on the neatly made wooden bed.

Her heart pounded wildly, her eyes tightly shut, too shy to look at him. Lin Wanrong, an expert at undressing, quickly removed Xian'er's generous robe. Just one glimpse was enough to make his nose bleed.

Xian'er's beautiful hair was strewn across the bed, her eyes tightly shut, long lashes trembling slightly. She did not dare to open her eyes. Her exquisite nose and cherry lips breathed heavily, gasping incessantly, which was utterly enticing. Her neck was pale and slender, her skin as clear and radiant as snow. Both of her exposed arms were frost-fair and as smooth as lotus roots. She was tightly clad in a scarlet undergarment, enveloping her curvaceous figure. Her bosom heaved tumultuously due to her shyness, creating an undulating and rolling landscape. Even the two points of bright red seemed ready to burst forth. Her long, jade-like legs were smooth and tightly clasped together, adding to her overwhelming allure. Xian'er's body was tender yet full, flawless from head to toe, like a divine gift from heaven, perfect in every measure.

Lin Wanrong struggled to swallow his saliva. His hands began to tremble slightly as he slowly untied Xian'er's scarlet undergarment. Her two mounds, like rabbits released from their cage, surged forth, their rosy tips glistening as if they had been washed in water, shining with tempting radiance.

Xian'er let out a startled yelp. Her heart beat more violently, making her plump breasts tremble. The two crimson points vibrated like alluring little cherries. Xian'er's slender legs clenched tightly together, yet the hints of hidden paradise were still visible.

Lin Wanrong's body was burning. Damn it, Xian'er was born so beautiful, isn't she trying to take my life?

"Young Master—" Xian'er's beautiful eyes were tightly shut, her earlobes flushing red. Her face was as colorful as the freshly gathered rosy clouds, enhancing her snow-white skin and cherry lips, rendering her beyond description. Feeling his hot gaze roaming all over her body, Xian'er was overwhelmed with shyness, quickly closing her legs, her delicate hands instinctively covering her chest. She was torn between wanting to refuse and her shy acceptance, making her even more enchanting.

With a few tugs, Lin Wanrong shed his own clothes, holding Xian'er's delicate body tightly against his chest. The soft touch from her tender points was enchanting. He pulled her body close to his, a wave of hot breath washed over her, and Xian'er's body started to tremble violently.

Lin Wanrong's hands lightly slid down her waist, slowly reaching her inner thigh. The curve was exquisite, smooth and protruding. As soon as he touched her, Xian'er let out a low cry:

"Don't—" Her eyes were hazy, looking at Lin Wanrong, she said, "Young Master, will you always only love Xian'er?"

‘Damn it, she is asking this even now? Her jealousy is too profound. Heh heh, after experiencing how impressive I am, let's see how you can still be jealous.’ Lin Wanrong did not answer her question, but instead, his hands slipped to cover her soft breasts. At the two bright red points, he pressed lightly, tweaking and kneading gently.

Xian'er's passion burned fiercely, yet she held onto the last shred of her lucidity. "Young Master, answer Xian'er quickly. Xian'er doesn't want to hurt Young Master."

‘Hurt me? If I don't take you now, that's what would really hurt me.’ Lin Wanrong, while gently pinching the two red tips, smiled and thought…

Xian'er's ample bosom heaved rapidly, her soft voice saying, "Young Master, my master was a Miao woman. Ever since experiencing the change of my parents, I've come to despise heartless and unrighteous people. All I desired was a devoted husband, so I asked my master to plant the Lovebug inside me."

The Lovebug? What was the Lovebug? Nothing compared to the reality of Xian'er's ample bosom and curvy hips. Lin Wanrong thought dismissively, his hands moving eagerly, eliciting soft gasps from Xian'er.

"The Lovebug is a symbol of mutual affection between a man and a woman. After sharing a bed with me, you'll have my Lovebug inside you. From then on, we'll live or die together, depend on each other, never to part," Xian'er said hurriedly. She felt his considerable heat pressing against her lower abdomen, her breathing becoming rapid. "However, if you sleep with another woman, the Lovebug will transfer to her. Her life and death would then be in my hands."

"What?" Lin Wanrong was about to surge forward, his little brother standing tall, when he heard this. Even though the scenery was tempting, he couldn't advance a single step.

‘Damn it, what's going on? At this critical moment, this happens. I might become impotent.’ Lin Wanrong broke out in a cold sweat and quickly checked a certain place. Seeing that it was still sturdy, he sighed in relief. It was good to be a "stand-up" man.

Xian'er felt his fiery manhood pressing firmly against her private area. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out. The gentle friction made her whole body weak and heated, a secret spring flowing within her. Her body seemed to lose all strength, like a cocoon being unwound.

"What is this Lovebug? Xian'er, explain clearly," Lin Wanrong dared not make any reckless movements, holding her body tightly, he asked urgently.

Xian'er replied softly, "Miao women are passionate, skilled in using bugs. In order to find a devoted husband, I asked my master to plant the Lovebug inside me when I was young. If I have performed the marital rites with you, and the Lovebug has entered your body. You are the bug's host, and my life is in your hands."

‘Sweat! What kind of bug is this, hidden inside one's belly? Can't it be expelled by taking some medicine? Damn it, do I have to have an abortion? Is there any justice in the world?’

However, Xian'er was willing to put her own life and death in Lin Wanrong's hands. This level of devotion, it was hard not to be moved.

"The so-called Lovebug is a sign of lifelong devotion. If you perform the marital rites with another woman, the bug will transfer to her, and the one in me will become the bug's host. That woman's life and death would then be in my hands."

Hearing these clear words, Lin Wanrong felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

‘Oh heavens, earth, are you playing with me? I'm fully undressed, about to begin the final act, and now there's this Lovebug? Is it because my prowess is too strong that you're deliberately messing with me? Xian'er's master, teaching all kinds of things, why bugs? Xian'er was so young, didn't know anything, and just said something casually, and you took it seriously? Damn, either you're morally corrupt, or you're a pervert.’

To thrust or not? Lin Wanrong was completely dumbfounded. He was now faced with a choice between a single tree and an entire forest. People always said that you shouldn't sacrifice a forest for one tree, but this tree, Qin Xian'er, was different. Her figure was truly exquisite, and he would fight to the death rather than abandon her. One tree, two trees, an entire forest—he wanted them all.

After pondering for a while, he asked, clutching at a strand of hope, "Xian'er, is there a way to get rid of this Lovebug?" Qin Xian'er shook her head with a slight smile.

Lin Wanrong sighed, realizing why Xian'er had said that if he made love to her, she would be too delighted to care about anything else. It was true. If he indulged in her once, his other women—Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, and Yushuang—would have to remain celibate, their lives in Xian'er's hands even if he risked his life to indulge with them again. Damn it, did they expect him to live like this?

Seeing his troubled face, Qin Xian'er couldn't help but burst into tears. "My love for you, Young Master, is as constant as the sun and the moon in the sky, and it would persist even if mountains crumbled and rivers dried up," she sobbed. "My purity will always belong to you, Young Master."

‘You have put me in a real fix, Xian'er,’ thought Lin Wanrong. He couldn't devour her or scold her; this was indeed a tricky situation. After pondering for a while, he decided it would be best to consult someone about this. Qingxuan was as skilled as Xian'er in martial arts, and she would surely have a solution. Maybe they could get rid of the bug with some medicine.

He marveled at the twist of his fate; he was flirting with the idea of using a potion to rid himself of this predicament. Surely, he thought, this was an unprecedented predicament.

Lin Wanrong developed a newfound understanding of Qin Xian'er. This woman, she truly had an extreme personality. Her hatred was fiery, her love was fervent. With a sigh, he looked at Qin Xian'er, who was anxiously watching him, and said with an awkward smile, "Xian'er, don't worry. I will find a solution to this problem."

Qin Xian'er lowered her head, asking softly, "Young Master, are you angry with Xian'er?"

"Angry, of course I am," Lin Wanrong replied loudly. Seeing her terrified eyes, he laughed and said, "I'm angry because my Xian'er is so beautiful and adorable, she makes my head spin. I can't even think straight, and though I want to spank her little bottom, I just can't bring myself to do it."

"Young Master—" Qin Xian'er was bashfully charming, but she could feel his large, warm hand caressing her backside. He indeed wasn't willing to spank her, but he was more than willing to touch.

"Xian'er, I want you to know that I'm a very decent man," Lin Wanrong said seriously, "I'm not the kind of person who only seeks physical pleasure. What I value more is a spiritual connection—what we commonly refer to as mutual understanding." He lied, hands gently exploring Xian'er's body, with his hot arousal pressing firmly between her thighs, more fervent than before.

As Lin Wanrong talked nonsense, Qin Xian'er was too shy to speak, only managing a slight hum, letting him have his way with her.

"To prove that I'm a man of high moral character," Lin Wanrong said with a slight smile, "I have decided that tonight, we'll sleep together naked. To further test my self-control, I have a small request for you, Xian'er."

"What request?" Xian'er asked, nestled tightly in his arms, her voice laden with bashfulness. At this moment, their naked bodies were entwined, feeling the heat emanating from him, especially the fiery dragon beneath, growing increasingly larger and only a hair's breadth away from penetrating her.

"I want you to do your best to tease me, as proof of my noble character," Lin Wanrong chuckled lasciviously. If he couldn't have her, he should at least reap some interest, or else, wasn't the disrobing for naught? He had never been one for futile efforts.

"Young Master—" Xian'er whimpered, hiding herself in his chest, her face burning hot, and she didn't dare to lift her head for a long time.

Lin Wanrong waited for a while but found no response. After frantically exploring her body, he sighed internally. This girl would need further training.

Just as he was thinking this, he felt a small, warm hand, trembling ever so slightly, slowly reaching towards the heat below his waist. The extreme pleasure made Lin Wanrong feel both joy and sorrow. ‘Liuxia Hui,’ he thought, ‘I am on par with you this time.’ [Note: Liuxia Hui is known in Chinese history as a man of great restraint, particularly with regard to sexual temptation.]

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