Moonlit Tryst with the Office Wife
Riding the office wife vibe, he decided to share a drink with Mok Lan before heading back inside.
He could've just gone to a tavern in Xiaopei, but with all the prying eyes around, he opted to buy some booze and head to a nearby forest instead.
"Sneaking out at dawn to drink alone with a woman in a tavern? If word got out, I'd be in hot water for sure."
Yong Hwa had been surprisingly nosy about his whereabouts lately, and now that Guan Yu was working here too, rumors would spread like wildfire.
He grabbed two bottles of liquor in gourds and made for the woods nearby.
Normally, booze came with snacks—that was the unspoken rule—but surprisingly, in this late Han apocalypse, that wasn't the norm. Food was scarce; who had snacks for liquor? Pairing drinks with side dishes was a rich man's privilege.
Clop clop.
After a quick gallop, they reached one of those ubiquitous forests around Xiaopei.
A babbling brook under the night sky, dense woods all around. It had a certain romantic charm.
They settled on a broad rock perfect for a bench, and he lifted a bottle.
"Well then, cheers."
Honestly, sharing a drink with a beautiful older sister like her... he couldn't resist.
"Hee hee. Sure. Thanks."
Mok Lan smiled brightly and scooted right up against him.
Squish.
Was it her incredible hip line? The soft curve of her pelvis pressed against his side. And even after all that running around, her body carried this strangely alluring scent.
"So... you met Yeo Po. Any thoughts?"
He cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to Mok Lan.
"...None."
She chuckled and downed her liquor in one bold gulp.
"You're surprisingly straightforward about it."
That part intrigued him.
"Maybe I'm rationalizing... but I've been reborn."
She gazed into the forest as she spoke.
"Fighting on the battlefield with someone I like, sharing drinks... being here like this with a man I fancy..."
Her cheeks flushed a bit as she said it.
Hold up. A man she fancies? That kind of talk could lead to misunderstandings.
"Feels a bit like my younger days. Waking up each morning with something to look forward to—way better than the hollow pleasures in Chang'an. Should've lived like this from the start."
She looked to the sky and let out a relieved sigh, laced with a subtle seductiveness.
"I can see what Mok Lan as a human wants, clear as day. And once it's clear, nothing else matters."
She turned to him then.
No signals exchanged, yet their lips drew close.
Mm.
Before either could speak, their mouths met.
Smack. Mm.
A long, leisurely tangle of tongues followed.
With two wives waiting at home, was this okay? But this sultry beauty's temptation was impossible to refuse. No choice—it was the way of men.
"Haa... haa..."
After the kiss, he gently pushed Mok Lan away.
"M-Mok Lan."
Words failed him, so he reached for the booze.
But honestly, liquor was the last thing on his mind now. He was already buzzed, and his body craved something else entirely.
"Heh."
Mok Lan caught his gaze, smiled, and slyly tugged down her robe to reveal her ample cleavage. Crossing her arms only accentuated the weight of her breasts.
"...I do cherish you, Kim, but I don't aim for a wife's spot."
She whispered it hotly into his ear, her voice a sultry purr.
"And you want it too, don't you? A mistress beyond your official wives—someone for light, illicit flings."
Her words carried devastating persuasion.
"Ahem."
Truth be told, the thrill of a mistress, an office wife... that casual pleasure stirred his lower half despite himself.
Without thinking, his arm snaked around her slender waist, hands kneading her breasts.
"Kyaa."
Mok Lan let out a cute squeak, yielding her chest to him.
Savoring the exquisite pleasure of her full breasts, he showered kisses on her lips and shoulders, slowly peeling away her robe.
"Hee hee."
Pretending token resistance while subtly shifting to make it easier—that was Mok Lan.
"Mok Lan...!"
Unable to hold back his excitement, he laid her down on the grass.
"Kim, you're too rough."
She giggled even as she let him pin her down unilaterally. If she'd truly resisted, she could've shaken him off effortlessly—and that only aroused him more.
"Mok Lan. Be mine."
Lame line, even by his standards, but right now, he just wanted to claim her.
"You don't even need to ask... I'm already yours."
Her face flushed as she pulled him into a tight embrace.
Clunk.
The gourd against the rock tipped over, spilling liquor, but neither cared. Their bodies intertwined at once.
In the heart of dawn's wilderness, he and Mok Lan became true beasts.
...And so, Mok Lan became his mistress.
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At that very hour.
In Xiaopei's government quarters at dawn.
While everyone else slept, Chen Gong pored over documents, working diligently.
Liu Bei had entrusted Xiaopei to Yeo Po's forces, but sadly, they lacked anyone skilled in administration.
Yeo Po herself had zero interest—"Let Teacher Chen handle it"—dumping everything on him. Thus, Chen Gong spent sleepless nights managing the city's affairs.
As a former county magistrate with scholarly experience, the work was familiar, but his worry was Yeo Po.
"I joined thinking her the blade to slay Cao Cao... but I never imagined she'd be this empty-headed."
Chen Gong was growing dismayed by Yeo Po's pace all her own, beyond even his expectations.
Yet excluding her overwhelming might, no other path to killing Cao Cao came to mind. For now, he'd build strength alongside her in Xiaopei.
Liu Bei? Entrusting himself to that man? Chen Gong had considered it, but Liu Bei excelled at making no enemies.
Having gained Yuan Shao's recognition as Xuzhou Inspector, he'd forged a neutral tie even with Yuan Shao's faction, Cao Cao.
"Lord Xuande, have you no hatred for Cao Cao, the butcher of Xuzhou?"
Chen Gong had once sent Liu Bei such a probing letter.
"I do harbor it, but with Xuzhou's reconstruction underway, war now would plunge the people into misery."
Liu Bei had politely sidestepped the request.
A hasty draft could've mustered enough troops for a clash with Cao Cao, but Liu Bei firmly rejected conscription.
"How can I face the brothers of You Province... or Lord Ye Baeksa like this?"
The scene of Cao Cao casually slaughtering Ye Baeksa, squeezing You Province's noble clans in the name of greater good—those atrocities haunted Chen Gong. He had to do something for them, or his heart would burn.
As Chen Gong wrestled his inner demons—
"Teacher!!"
Yeo Po burst in.
"Can't you sleep in till dawn for once...? Why..."
Chen Gong forced a neutral expression. Yeo Po beamed with utterly innocent cheer, oblivious to his concerns.
Ever since Kim's army arrived last time, she'd changed—and that unnerved him.
"Teacher, we'll bow our heads to Xiaopei for now... but later, a surefire plan to take all of Xuzhou, right?"
At first, she'd been fired up to seize Xuzhou and pursue her ambitions. Now? Totally different.
Vacant stares, half-hearted replies, wandering like a puppy needing to pee. Even his pitches for conquering Xuzhou got perfunctory nods.
"Teacher, you being a man, you get men's psychology, right?"
Yeo Po dropped the odd question.
"..."
What fresh nonsense is this? Chen Gong wondered, but maintained a listening posture.
"Like, to win a man's heart, what do you do? I can tell he likes me... but he's got two wives already. Don't want to be a concubine. How do I steal him?"
Her question was a million light-years from ambitions.
"...Pardon?"
Chen Gong could only gape at her in shock.
"That Kim guy. I really like him... how do I capture his heart?"
Yeo Po asked with dead seriousness.
"...Lady Fengxian, what is this all of a sudden?"
He'd thought her trembling with ambition for Xuzhou—turns out, her eyes were on a man.
"Should I just... eliminate those two wives and force myself on Kim?"
Her Xiliang-bred ferocity kicked in.
"L-Lady Fengxian?! No, absolutely not! That would make an enemy of this Kim!"
Chen Gong waved his hands frantically.
"Ah... I don't want Kim hating me. And he seems to like me well enough now."
Yeo Po groaned and drooped her head.
Her old habit from Yuan Yi—ravishing subordinates' wives just because she fancied them—was alive and well. More beast than human: that was Yeo Po.
"Well... to gain favor, approach slowly."
"Ehh, that doesn't suit my style."
Yeo Po stubbornly steered back to romance.
"Lady Fengxian! More importantly, don't forget—we must secure dominance in Xiaopei! Recruit soldiers, win local hearts, plant our roots firm!"
Chen Gong tried redirecting.
"Hmm... I'll have the kids scout what Kim likes."
Ignoring him, Yeo Po eyed the sword at her waist.
"Kim probably likes swords... Should I give him this Seven Star Blade?"
Deaf to Chen Gong, she strode out.
"Oh, Teacher. I won't meddle in admin—you handle it all."
She hummed cheerfully as she left, after dumping the heavy stuff on him.
"...Lady Fengxian!"
Chen Gong stared helplessly at her retreating back.
Yes. Yeo Po was the worst boss imaginable.