Chapter 67: Heavenly Might (5)

The inner chamber and the outer area were separated by an intricately carved screen; without the host’s permission, guests were clearly forced to stop there. By now, the bath in the inner chamber had already been prepared, with steam rising from the water, creating an atmosphere that made one feel as if they were in a paradise.

Although Yang Zhao felt somewhat uneasy, he was already unable to resist the allure of the surroundings. He casually took off his undergarments, tossed them to the two women, and headed toward the bathtub. This put the two women in a difficult situation—having a naked stranger standing in front of them, even though the host had given instructions, made them blush with shame.

When Yang Zhao entered the bathtub and coughed lightly, the two women snapped out of their daze and hurried to assist him with his bath. Yang Zhao felt their soft, delicate hands massaging his body, and the months of fatigue seemed to vanish instantly. Smelling their unique fragrance, he casually asked, “What are your names? How old are you?” He had been busy with official duties lately and hadn’t even returned home. Now that he had some free time, he wanted to relax and treat himself.

The older woman replied respectfully, “Sir, my name is La Mei, and my sister’s name is Dong Xue. We are sisters born of the same mother, and we are 28 years old this year.”

Yang Zhao hummed softly and said loudly, “La Mei, Dong Xue. Why don’t you come into the bathtub to serve me? That would be more convenient.”

Unprepared for such an “excessive” request, the two sisters were shocked. After a brief silence, they exchanged glances, nodded, and said in unison, “Yes.”

The bathtub was quite spacious, so the two sisters didn’t feel cramped even after entering. Yang Zhao pulled them into his arms, feeling their smooth skin against his chest, which stirred his desire even more. The transparent gauzes, soaked by water, clung tightly to their bodies, adding to the allure. His hands unconsciously wandered over their breasts, waiting for the right moment.

Soft murmurs continued to come from the inner chamber, while the bath was already filled with passion. La Mei and Dong Xue’s gauzes had long been pushed to the bottom of the bathtub by Yang Zhao. With the last obstacle removed, he launched even more intense advances at the two sisters. After much intimate contact, Yang Zhao realized that though the sisters looked very similar, their personalities were vastly different. La Mei was steady and reserved, while Dong Xue was bold and innocent, willing to actively cooperate with Yang Zhao in their actions.

After a few tentative attempts, Lamei had long given up resisting. With her phoenix-like eyes tightly closed, she allowed Yang Zhao’s hands to roam over her body. She didn’t understand why this Mr. Yang had such unique techniques that made her whole body feel numb, leaving her wanting nothing more than to lie in the arms of this handsome man. Yang Zhao wrapped his arms around Lamei’s waist and reached toward her buttocks. It was then that he was surprised to find that although the two sisters were slender, their buttocks were full and round. Their milky-white, sheep-fat-like buttocks made Yang Zhao use more force, causing Lamei to emit continuous moans as she begged him to be gentler.

After a while, Yang Zhao set Lamei aside and turned his attention to Dongxue. This time, without waiting for her to react, he pressed his hot lips firmly against her rosy lips. The two embraced tightly, and Yang Zhao used the tip of his tongue to part her teeth. His tongue moved freely in this newly conquered territory, eventually intertwining with hers, producing continuous murmuring sounds.

After several moments, Yang Zhao carried the two sisters out of the tub and laid them on a soft bed in the inner room meant for resting after bathing. By now, the two sisters were completely naked, their graceful bodies fully exposed to Yang Zhao. After their previous cooperation, they had completely surrendered themselves to this Mr. Yang; their lives were now destined to belong to him. All they hoped was that the final moment would be gentler, sparing them some of the pain associated with their first experience.

At this point, Yang Zhao could no longer suppress his desire. He laid Lamei on the soft bed, caressed her, and completed the most sacred and perfect union in the world.

When Lamei began to moan softly from her first experience, Yang Zhao had already moved on to Dongxue. This little girl wasn’t as reserved as her sister; she actively approached him to cooperate. How could Yang Zhao let her go? He immediately pushed her down. Beside Lamei, who was panting with her head back, the two began a series of primal and beautiful movements.

It was unclear how many times this happened, but Yang Zhao, with his upper body bare, lay on the soft bed with the two sisters, breathing heavily. After their passionate encounter, Lamei and Dongxue were utterly exhausted and collapsed in Yang Zhao’s arms.

A tender breath brushed against Lamei’s cheeks, making the inexperienced girl’s face turn red. She closed her eyes, letting the misty air envelop her, as if she were in a paradise. Her body was indeed completely numb.

Dongxue wore her soaked gauze dress, her eyes tenderly fixed on her beloved. It was he who had turned her into a true woman, who had allowed her to experience intoxicating pleasure. Through the translucent gauze, one could even see the glistening droplets on her pinkish-white skin; she leaned against her lover like a fairy in the rain.

Yang Zhao wrapped his arms around La Mei’s waist and reached toward Dongxue’s lower body. How could he pass up such a beauty in this world? His hands rhythmically patted Dongxue’s rounded buttocks, eliciting soft moans from her.

“Haven’t you had enough yet? Want to try my new method?”

Seeing that Dongxue still dared to tease him, Yang Zhao’s desire was fully ignited. He kissed her neck eagerly and roughly while firmly squeezing her buttocks.

The inevitable outcome was Dongxue begging for mercy. By the time Yang Zhao laid her down on the soft bed, bruises appeared on her neck and buttocks. Like spots of red among flowers, these bruises not only did not diminish Dongxue’s beauty but also added a touch of the allure of a mature woman.

“You two sisters, come with me from now on. I’ll explain things to Lord Jia.”

After indulging in such beauty, Yang Zhao was in high spirits and offered his guarantee.

The two sisters, relieved by his promise, were overjoyed. They knelt on the soft bed, repeatedly thanking him with bows.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, maids and concubines held a very low status, akin to livestock, and could be bought, sold, or given away by their masters at will. Aristocratic men often exchanged concubines as a sign of their sophistication; in their eyes, these concubines were nothing but playthings.

Thus, for the two sisters, their greatest wish was to attach themselves to one master and be included in his household. Yang Zhao gave them their first experience in life and made them a promise—how could this not fill them with ecstasy?

After helping their lover get dressed, the two sisters also changed into yellow robes, adding a touch of brightness to their already lovely appearance.

“I’ll go see Lord Jia later. You two rest here. When I return, I’ll explain your situation to Brother Jia.”

Striding out of the pavilion and passing through a corridor, Yang Zhao arrived at Jia Chang’s residence. Without needing an announcement, he entered the front hall where Jia Chang was copying calligraphy. Yang Zhao smiled loudly and said, “Brother Jia, you really have great enthusiasm. I feel far inferior to you.”

Jia Chang put down the purple sandalwood writing brush in his hand and smiled bitterly. “Young brother, are you mocking me? Don’t you know I’m just a simple man? I’m decent at fighting chickens, but when it comes to writing, I’m truly a layman. Either the day after tomorrow or the High Marshal’s birthday is approaching, and everyone is struggling to come up with gifts. I thought that General Gao isn’t greedy for power or wealth but rather likes gold and stone artifacts. So I had the scholars in the mansion all copy a calligraphy piece as a gift for him as a token of our regards.”

Yang Zhao was surprised to find that the seemingly shabby Jia Chang had such a delicate side. At first shocked, he soon turned to joy and laughed loudly, “Only our eldest brother could come up with such an idea. How about I also sign my name and join in celebrating the High Marshal’s birthday!”

Note 1: According to the Tang Dynasty legend “The Story of Jia Chang,” Jia Chang won Emperor Xuanzong’s favor at the age of seven for his skill in training fighting chickens and was promoted to the position of head over five hundred boys. He was known as the “Divine Chicken Boy,” and there was a saying at the time: “No need to teach children to read; fighting chickens and riding horses are better than studying.”