The Road to Luoyang - Hunting Zhao Yun
The human hunt proceeded smoothly, whether Cao Cao had lost her mind or not.
"Aaaagh!!"
"A hit!"
"Waaah!!"
Before long, Dong Zhuo was lying down with Zhao Yun's legs as her pillow. She drew the bow half-heartedly and loosed an arrow with a casual aim, yet perhaps her battlefield experience from Xiliang had not faded. The arrow struck the shoulder of a prisoner hiding in a tree. Unable to endure the pain, the man screamed and thrashed before tumbling from the branches.
Crack!!
He fell headfirst, the sickening sound accompanied by a broken neck and instant death. Whether by misfortune or fortune, the prey ceased to interest Dong Zhuo the moment he hit the ground.
"Kuhuhuhu… How about that? My skill isn't half bad, is it?"
When Zhao Yun looked down at the voice coming from his thigh, he found Dong Zhuo's face wearing a smug expression.
"Y-yes! That was… truly splendid archery."
Feeling burdened by Dong Zhuo's unnecessarily beautiful face, Zhao Yun offered a perfunctory compliment and quickly averted his gaze. Dong Zhuo, however, had no intention of letting it end there. She grabbed his cheeks with her slender hands and forced him to look at her. When Zhao Yun lowered his eyes, the beautiful woman pouted with a sulky expression, clearly displeased.
"You really have no nerve! A woman like me is lying on your lap begging for praise, yet you think a few words will suffice?"
Zhao Yun wore a troubled look at her attitude that demanded something more than mere compliments. If she were a child throwing a tantrum, he might have patted her head with a half-hearted "well done" and a sticker, but his opponent was an adult—and a woman at that. Having known only his mother and grandmother before crossing over, Zhao Yun had no idea how to handle the situation and floundered helplessly. Worse still, this was not just any woman; this was Dong Zhuo herself. What on earth could satisfy her?
Of course, Dong Zhuo was merely teasing, and her Xiliang subordinates knew it well. They watched the flustered Zhao Yun with amusement. His fresh, innocent reaction—something they had never seen in Xiliang—brought warm smiles to their faces. …Of course, there was the minor issue that she was a married woman with a child, but what did that matter?! In Xiliang, romance meant stripping a woman the moment eyes met and kidnapping her if the compatibility felt right after a tumble. To these Xiliang men, this scene was practically the height of pure-hearted romance.
Perhaps that was why some of them, unable to bear the sweet yet frustrating atmosphere, began offering hushed advice among themselves.
"That little bastard… If it were me, I'd just shove it in her mouth right away."
"Exactly. Why bother with kissing when his thing's that big? Just pin her down!"
"You idiots. This is why you lot are still wifeless. When a woman comes onto you, the proper move is to get her drunk first, then take her. That's common sense!"
"Shut the hell up. You talk big after kidnapping some barbarian and forcing a marriage… By the way, does our lord even get drunk?"
"…Good question. Damn it… Even listening doesn't help. Is that what passes for romance in Xiliang?"
Resigned, Zhao Yun cautiously placed his hand on Dong Zhuo's purple hair. Feeling as though he were touching a lion's mane, he stroked her head as gently as possible. Perhaps she would reward him by taking out his member and biting it, or worse?
Dong Zhuo's reaction was nothing like what his Xiliang-corrupted imagination had predicted. Her face flushed crimson in an instant. She covered it with both hands to hide her embarrassment. Seeing a married woman with a child react like a shy maiden made Zhao Yun's own face redden as well.
The sun climbed high overhead during the human hunt. In the middle of a contest where people were being shot and killed, they were engaging in the most ridiculous antics.
"This is getting boring, shooting alone. Hey, Chi Yan! Why don't you show off your skills this time? I need to lie down for a bit."
"Leave it to me!"
Once Dong Zhuo had barely regained her composure and spoke in a deliberately calm voice, Li Jue—who had been itching for something to do—answered energetically with delight. While Li Jue searched for prey with burning eyes to display his prowess, Dong Zhuo, who had been sitting at an angle drinking, pressed her now-flushed face against Zhao Yun's thigh again.
"Kuh, khm! Say… why is the alcohol hitting me so hard today? Zilong! Keep your knees together properly. …Ah, that's much more comfortable!"
Of course, Dong Zhuo was not drunk; her face was merely red from lingering embarrassment. Unaware of this, Zhao Yun adjusted the angle of his legs to make it easier for her to rest her head. He seemed to have grown quite accustomed to the situation compared to the beginning. Dong Zhuo, however, was not pleased. She was pretending to be drunk to hide her blush, yet the man was calmly stroking her hair without a care! …Not that she disliked it, but still.
Anyway, things had deviated far from her original plan. She had expected an inexperienced, naive young man she could easily manipulate with her superior experience. Instead, he remained perfectly composed while she burned with desire… Something had gone terribly wrong.
…She would need to be more aggressive. If things continued like this, the man she had finally gotten her hands on would simply return to his original master. Of course, she could still force him under her by interrogating him about the sorcery he used in today's battle until he confessed, but that would only bind him through coercion. A sharp awl like him would eventually stand out no matter how hard he tried to hide. If he did not truly wish to stay beneath her, he would eventually leave for someone else. In that case, eliminating him would be the wiser choice.
Yet eliminating him felt wasteful after the overwhelming impression he had made today. Even the Red Hare had taken an interest in him. If heaven had aided her in battle by sending this man to dispel the sandstorm, as Li Jue suggested… then he ought to become hers completely. How could she hand over living proof that heaven had chosen her to some other woman? It was unthinkable. Especially not to fools like Cao Cao or Yuan Shu who did not even dream of ruling the turbulent times. A man this precious could not be left under them.
Therefore, she had to make him into someone who could not live without her, by any means necessary. …Besides, he seemed like quite a decent man as well. Look at how his member twitched when she subtly rubbed her head against it like this. It was already demanding to be taken out and pampered. Quite the wild one, unlike its gentle master. Though he pretended to be calm, Zhao Yun was clearly aroused; the scent from his intimate area had grown thicker.
…Acting all proper while seething with lust down below. What a cute boy…♥
The thought of another woman stealing such a child away felt like defeat as a woman. Because he knew sorcery? Because he rode horses as well as her own men? Because his swordsmanship was exceptional? Because he was someone heaven had sent her? None of that mattered. Since he had caught her eye, she would simply take him.
"Huhuhu… Huhuhuhut…."
"……?"
She wanted to torment the boy who was innocently looking at her without even realizing the state of his own manhood. She wanted to twist that bewildered expression into one twisted by pleasure and desperation. She wanted to see him begging with tears, unable to climax without her permission! She wanted to stain that blank canvas with her own colors!
Ahh! At this rate, she was the one being tormented, not Zhao Yun! She wanted to climb on top of him right now. To strangle his neck and ravish him. …But that would only bring momentary pleasure. She needed to endure a little longer and make him yearn for her just as desperately so she could keep him panting beneath her for life… Yes, just a little… She only needed to hold back a little longer. She would make him wait in agony as well. Waiting for night to fall.
***
Dong Zhuo, who had been lying on his lap with a mischievous grin while pretending to be drunk, suddenly looked up at him before sharply turning her head away. The angle was rather suggestive. It almost looked as though she had buried her face against his crotch. Just as Zhao Yun reached out to turn her face away despite his embarrassment—
"Huu—h. Huu—h. Huu—h. Shhhhp… Haa…♥ Huhuhuhut, huu…."
Dong Zhuo let out heated breaths while persistently inhaling toward his member, then opened her mouth and began blowing air against his groin. The stimulation made it twitch, threatening to swell to full hardness at any moment. Zhao Yun hurriedly tried to push her face away, but her hands caught his and interfered. He could not fathom how such slender hands possessed such strength.
"Puhuhut… Zilong? Why the long face?"
Dong Zhuo's face, wearing a faint smile as though she knew nothing, suddenly seemed intensely seductive. She must have felt his member gradually hardening against her face, yet she continued rubbing against it with an innocent expression while exhaling warm breaths. It was hard to believe this was the same person who had blushed and acted shy like a maiden moments ago. The stark contrast only aroused Zhao Yun further. He knew he should look away to avoid further stimulation, but his eyes remained helplessly fixed on her face.
After nuzzling her nose against his now-hardened length and sniffing, Dong Zhuo looked up at Zhao Yun and gave him a suggestive half-smile. Unable to endure any longer, Zhao Yun allowed himself to become fully erect.
Thud!
"Hnn?! …Uuhuhut♥"
Startled when the suddenly erect member struck her face, Dong Zhuo's expression quickly turned lascivious as she licked her lips. She began to rise, intending to whisper something into Zhao Yun's ear, but—
Crash!
"Hihihihihiiing!!!"
"Dong Zhuo!!! Do you take me for a fool, sitting still like this?! You're flirting with another man while riding in the carriage your husband is pulling…! No matter how much of a superior you are, how could you do this to your own husband?!"
The coachman, whose expression had been growing increasingly sour, could no longer hold back. He violently halted the carriage and began pointing accusingly!
…Husband?! Wait, had this crazy woman been doing this with him while her husband was right in front of them? And those bastards had known yet done nothing but watch? Insane… This was arousing… No, this was an absurd situation!
He needed to escape immediately.
"W-well, the forest ahead is too dense to continue by carriage, so… I-I'll proceed on horseback from here!"
Before Dong Zhuo could respond, Zhao Yun mounted his waiting horse and swiftly escaped the scene.
"Li Su! Have you gone mad?! If it weren't for Li Ru's plea after you saved my life last time, I wouldn't have even considered marrying you, let alone taking you as a subordinate! How dare you raise your voice at me?!"
"What?! It's bad enough I can't even call my own child by my family name, and now you expect me to just watch my wife cheat?! You insane bitch!!"
"Li Su!!! What is this behavior in front of your father?! Stop this at once! …My lord!!! My lord! Please forgive me! For the sake of this old man, entrust this worthless son of mine to me…."
Leaving the sudden marital dispute behind, Zhao Yun spurred his horse deep into the forest, fleeing before the sparks could reach him.