The Road to Luoyang – The Married Woman's Grateful Bath Service
After fleeing for what felt like an eternity from that unintended scene of adultery, Zhao Yun finally came back to his senses. The horse, exhausted from the frantic sprint, was panting heavily when the sound of flowing water reached his ears. He dismounted the weary steed and followed the noise downhill, eventually arriving at a quiet, deserted valley.
A tranquil valley where only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard. Naturally, there was no trace of Dong Zhuo and Li Su arguing. Yet Zhao Yun, having been caught off guard multiple times since possessing this body, refused to let his guard down. With a tense expression, he scanned his surroundings for a long time, determined not to be fooled again.
As if the valley itself were protesting its innocence, it produced nothing but the gentle sound of water. Only then did Zhao Yun let out a sigh of relief.
What a crazy bitch! Her husband was driving the carriage right in front, and she climbed on top of him and started stroking his cock to get it hard?! Of course, the one sporting that erection had no right to complain… but still. If he had known the coachman’s identity was that lewd married woman’s husband, he would never have laid a hand on her.
Besides, it wasn’t like he had seduced her. Dong Zhuo had been the one rubbing his thigh and clinging to him, drunk out of her mind, pressing her face into his crotch. Not that he had disliked it… Zhao Yun’s face flushed red as he recalled the ecstatic expression on Dong Zhuo’s face while she nuzzled her nose against his pants.
His barely subdued member began to rise again as if it had been waiting for the memory. Zhao Yun hurriedly shook off the recollection and splashed his face with the cool valley water.
Get a grip. The opponent wasn’t just any woman—she was Dong Zhuo. If he fell for that obscene body and started following her around, it would be the end of him. First it was Liu Bei, then Yuan Shu, then Cao Cao. And now Dong Zhuo…? No, what the hell! Why did it keep getting worse?
Maybe it would have been better to stick with Liu Bei from the beginning. …No, that didn’t seem right either. The person he had possessed was definitely Zhao Zilong. But if he served Liu Bei like the real Zhao Yun, could he really die peacefully in bed?
He wouldn’t even die peacefully. Hadn’t the historical Zhao Yun suffered until old age, then gone out to work on a rainy day and died of pneumonia? It was basically death from overwork. Either die while running away or die from hardship. Those were the only two futures waiting if he followed Liu Bei.
He had run from Liu Bei precisely to avoid such a miserable fate, so why was he suddenly missing her? He must have lost his mind for a second. In any case, the best solution was to prevent the chaotic era from coming at all.
Someone once said that if a single person’s effort could stop the coming turmoil, then it wasn’t truly a chaotic era to begin with… but that was something you only knew after trying. Anyway, what he absolutely had to prevent was letting his dick take control of his brain.
If he went into Dong Zhuo’s service with a stupid grin on his face, the chance to stop the chaos would vanish completely. That woman never stayed in Luoyang playing political games. Instead, she raised troops in Xiliang and only invaded when she saw an opening, seizing power. To the people of that time, it was essentially cheating… and who would acknowledge such a thing? Of course no one would.
The fact that no one recognized the Han dynasty under Dong Zhuo’s control and rose up against her was exactly what created the Anti-Dong Zhuo Coalition. In other words, she was the woman who had summoned the age of chaos.
For that perfectly legitimate reason, Zhao Yun decided to ruthlessly ignore the demands of his cock screaming for sex. Instead, he resolved to stay as inconspicuous as possible during Dong Zhuo’s human hunting festival and slip away quietly once night fell.
What? Didn’t he feel any regret about losing the first-place prize? Zhao Yun snorted as he remembered how Dong Zhuo had said that back in the carriage. He would rather finish dead last than stay with Dong Zhuo over some unknown reward. Besides, did she really think he would enjoy winning a damn human hunt? Only the savages from Xiliang would get off on something like that.
He wanted to leave this insane hunt immediately, but it was still broad daylight with the sun high in the sky. If he tried to slip away now and ran into someone by bad luck, it would only cause more trouble. Especially if Dong Zhuo caught him? She had been so friendly when inviting him—running away might make her hold a grudge.
So he would hide in an inconspicuous corner, get some sleep, and leave once night came. Zhao Yun’s eyes turned toward the dense forest near the valley. Ah! That looks perfect!
. . .
“Hehe… Red Hare. So the boy really did hide in that forest. Good work.”
While Zhao Yun was using a tree stump as a pillow, trying to catch some sleep, Dong Zhuo—having left her husband Li Su’s punishment in the hands of her father-in-law Li Ru—arrived at the valley where Zhao Yun had just been, guided by Red Hare.
The water was clear and pristine. She had already started sweating from the early summer hunt, so this was perfect. Dong Zhuo smiled at the thought of taking a bath, but… as she dismounted Red Hare and approached the water’s edge, a foul stench assaulted her nose and irritation surged through her.
Somewhere nearby, the stench of cowards lingered. Looking closer, she could see several hunting targets clumsily hidden between the rocks, trembling in fear. Should she deal with them first and then wash? Filthy trash… daring to pollute this clean water with their disgusting smell… they had better abandon any hope of dying peacefully.
Even while shaking in terror because they didn’t want to die, those so-called men were still hoping she would enter the water. Pathetic bastards. If you’re going to hide, then hide properly. If you want to take a woman, then take her. No ability, no courage, yet their greed is filthier than pigs. How could Zilong possibly see those things as human?
Sigh… Just thinking about it was making her body heat up again. That boy was trying so hard to hide, but in front of her it was useless. She had felt it from the very first time she heard his voice. In a situation where everyone else was trembling in fear, only his voice had been filled with certainty. That kind of voice slipping through the screams of cowards… it was practically begging to be fucked.
For a moment, Dong Zhuo forgot the stench stinging her nose and licked her lips. She wanted to wash together with him here. Wanted to press their bodies together, smell each other, feel someone else’s hands caressing her most secret places and drown in pleasure.
“Haa…”
After making a lewd face for a while, Dong Zhuo suddenly let out a gloomy sigh. …That probably wasn’t going to happen. There was no reason for the boy who said he hated hunting to come here… Ah!
A lightning bolt of inspiration flashed through Dong Zhuo’s mind.
“Red Hare, I’ll be washing here, so you go take a walk wherever you like.”
Pruuu! Red Hare snorted and shook its head toward the rocks where the cowards were hiding.
“Hehehe… It’s fine. Don’t you want to see that man again soon too? Don’t worry and go find him.”
Well, if you’re really that worried… you can just run over and help, can’t you?
Having said that much, Dong Zhuo looked at Red Hare with eyes glistening with lust.
“And if you bring that child along with you, it would be even better.”
Piii—! Red Hare blew a powerful snort toward its master, turned around, and slowly walked toward the place where Zhao Yun’s scent lingered.
Look at this horny bitch. Why not just tell me to break all his limbs so he can’t resist and drag him back? Anyway, it wasn’t exactly a loss for Red Hare either… but for some reason it felt like it was losing out, so the spiritual beast kicked the gravel roughly as it left.
Dong Zhuo watched it go with a sly smile, then moved to a spot where the hidden men could see her clearly. Slowly, she began to remove her clothes one by one.
Gulp—
When Dong Zhuo’s firm abs and the soft, heavy breasts that didn’t match them were freed from her clothes with a soft bounce, the men forgot they were supposed to be hiding and swallowed loudly.
Light brown skin and cute pink nipples proudly on display. Was it because she was thinking of Zhao Yun? A faint yellowish droplet of breast milk glistened at the tip of one pink areola. That sight excited them even more.
Completely naked now, Dong Zhuo turned her back to them, swaying her hips as if showing off her ass, and walked toward the deeper water. The men took a step forward like mice creeping toward bait in a trap.
Pruuu!Hihiiing—!!!
Zhao Yun, who had been sleeping peacefully, opened his eyes at the violent neighing of a horse nearby. He stealthily pointed the spear he was holding forward as he woke up. In front of him stood a massive horse with an impossibly vivid red coat. The creature slightly lowered its head, looking down at him.
When it saw the shabby spear thrust forward, it snorted as if to say “don’t be ridiculous” and kicked the blade aside with its front hoof. Then it pushed its face close and blew warm breath onto Zhao Yun’s face.
Only then was Zhao Yun convinced it wasn’t a dream. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
What the— it really is Red Hare?
For a moment he stared blankly in disbelief, then nodded in understanding.
Well, in the original Elder Kings 3 set in the West, there were events where unicorns appeared in forests. A game that featured horned horses not even in the records would obviously have a perfectly documented spiritual beast like Red Hare. Yeah, at least you’re more realistic than a unicorn.
Zhao Yun chuckled and stroked the horse’s mane. The fierce-looking creature surprisingly allowed the touch without resistance.
But whose horse was it at this point in time? Guan Yu’s came much later, and it wasn’t Lu Bu’s right now either… It had to be Dong Zhuo’s.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the remaining sleepiness vanished and Zhao Yun’s face hardened like stone.
…Why the hell is it here?