There Were Too Many Things That Happened
Cao Cao’s attempt to test me made my heart sink for an instant.
On top of that, he seemed intent on drawing out some drunken confession, because he kept pressing cup after cup on me from the very beginning. My head was already spinning.
“Excuse me. I need to visit the privy.”
“Let’s go together. I should empty my bladder as well.”
When Guo Jia rose with me, Cao Cao tilted his wine cup and spoke.
“What are the two of you planning to talk about out there?”
“There you go again, again, again, and again…?”
“Hahaha— It was a joke. Just a joke!”
Guo Jia, who would snap back the moment even a trip to the toilet together drew suspicion. That was how the two of us headed for the outdoor privy.
Then Guo Jia suddenly went in first.
“?”
“Ahh, that feels good. Ziye, you’re right behind me, yes?”
“I am.”
“Then when I come out, listen well while you piss nice and hard.”
After he emerged, he wet a nearby rag with water, wiped his hands briskly, and told me to go in. So while I was urinating, Guo Jia spoke from outside.
“Ziye, our lord is wary because you are so capable that you can act without his knowledge.”
“I understand the meaning, but this hardly seems the place for such talk.”
“No, you need to hear it now so you can move past it later.”
“!”
Guo Jia had deliberately suggested we go to the privy together, then slipped me the hint.
“At the very least, show him a desire he can empathize with. Our lord values that. A desire he can relate to, one that aligns with his own.”
“Mmm.”
I had come out to piss in hopes of sobering up after drinking so heavily, yet my head only ached worse.
I adjusted my clothes, came out, and followed Guo Jia’s example—wetting a fresh cloth to wipe my hands. He beckoned me to walk back with him.
“Brother Bonghyo, what desire do you share with our lord?”
“Anti-authoritarianism.”
“?!”
“I lost all my manners long ago, so I simply do whatever I please in front of any gentleman. Our lord has the same tendency. That is why we share the same desire.”
I pondered what Guo Jia meant by anti-authoritarianism, and a thought surfaced.
Cao Cao was the man who ignored the authority of the Pure Faction, ignored the authority of the court, ignored the authority of the Han imperial Liu clan, and sought to rise above them all—a true breaker of norms.
Once I thought of it that way, I understood what anti-authoritarianism meant to both Cao Cao and Guo Jia.
“Brother Bonghyo, I have learned a great deal.”
“I’m the sort who will say anything as long as I’m given wine and meat. The only problem is that the listeners often find it unpleasant.”
Looking at him now, I truly understood why Guo Jia was indispensable in Cao Cao’s army, and why only Cao Cao could handle such an eccentric genius. If Guo Jia lived a long life, he would surely become the loyal opposition within our camp—the one man who could grab Cao Cao by the collar and restrain him when he ran wild.
A desire Cao Cao could empathize with… So I had to show him that.
I returned and quietly took my seat again. Cao Cao, still beaming, offered me more wine. I drank without restraint that night.
When the intoxication truly rose, I spoke softly.
“Uncle.”
“Oh, yes. Ziye. Speak.”
“In truth, while following your orders—roaming the Central Plains, traveling as an envoy, riding across battlefields—I have had many thoughts.”
“Hoh, and what are they?”
“The world is vast, and there are many beautiful women.”
“Hah! Hahaha… Hahahahahaha!”
Cao Cao’s laughter shook the entire room. The same man who had subtly rebuked me only days earlier over the near-incident with Lady Qiu now laughed heartily at my words and asked.
“Are you growing tired of your wives already?”
“How could that be? I will love them all my life.”
“Then one wife alone cannot drain all the energy inside your body. I understand. I know that feeling well.”
So this was what Guo Jia had meant. The moment Cao Cao recognized a desire he could empathize with, he seemed ready to grant anything.
“Ziye, I have never been the sort to criticize a man for keeping multiple wives and concubines.”
“Then may I truly do so from now on?”
Cao Cao scratched his head, then told me.
“As long as you do not violate heavenly principles by taking women of our own clan, and do not bring some male lover before me as a concubine, I will overlook any woman you choose.”
“Truly?”
“Cao Cao’s word is worth a thousand gold even when drunk.”
“Thank you, Uncle.”
He had clearly given permission for everything except incest and homosexuality.
That night I drank until I nearly collapsed. At the end my memory cut out for a moment. When I came to, warriors from Wei Hong’s merchant group were supporting me. Only then could I make it home.
“Ah, husband. You’ve returned? Where did you drink so heavily…”
When Cai Yan came out to greet me, I instinctively seized both her arms.
Then I yanked off the outer robe she wore.
“!?”
Beneath the white jacket lay skin even whiter, and the sudden removal of the garment revealed a deep, overflowing cleavage.
No matter what I had said to Cao Cao, how could I not love the wife standing right before me?
“H-husband, what are you doing? At least go inside the room first…”
I pulled her into my arms, carried her straight into the bedroom, pushed her onto the bed, and toppled her beneath me. I buried my face between those large breasts and drew a deep breath. She must have just bathed; a faint, delicate scent of milk rose from her skin.
“I truly had far too much happen today. It was exhausting…”
“…”
With my face still pressed to Cai Yan’s chest, she quietly embraced me and stroked the back of my neck. Whatever it was, she simply accepted it in silence.
I stripped away the rest of her clothes and shed my own upper garment. Now fully naked, she reached out with both hands and spoke.
“Husband, no matter what happened, forget it all.”
“Thank you.”
I took her pure-white hands, licked them, then removed her undergarments and spread her thighs. Having just bathed, her lovely skin and tightly closed slit awaited me.
Between the wine and the blood rushing to my loins, my member stood rock-hard. I pressed it against her and thrust in without hesitation.
“Kk…ugh!”
She was still so tight that it resisted. When I forced my way inside, Cai Yan twisted her entire body and squeezed her eyes shut. As I began to move my hips, she clung to me quietly, and tonight I drove into her with even greater force.
Beyond mere intoxication, the conversation with Cao Cao and Guo Jia’s words about “desire” kept swirling in my mind, setting my whole body ablaze.
“Haa… ah… ahng…!”
When I opened my eyes, my beloved wife lay beneath me—face flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears—clinging to me. The thought that I could forget every hardship of the day simply by holding her filled my mind.
I moved my hips more fiercely, stirring wildly inside her. Each time the tip of my member struck her cervix, her inner walls tightened around me. Hot nectar flowed freely, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds.
Creak— creeeak—
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
The bedframe groaned and the sound of plunging into her soaking folds mingled together. When the urge to climax rose, I seized her wildly bouncing breasts with both hands. The soft, heated mounds yielded beneath my grip, offering the most exquisite sensation the more I squeezed.
And then I released inside her.
“Huuuung…!!”
With Cai Yan’s moan, a tremendous volume of semen surged forth. I refused to waste a single drop. Deliberately twisting my hips, I milked every last pulse of pleasure from the sensation of her depths. As her insides began to spasm and writhe, the stimulation grew so intense my mind went white.
At the peak of ecstasy I finally exhaled and pulled her tightly into my arms. She, too, let out a long breath and gently patted my back as she held me.
“Husband, just a moment…”
“?”
She gently pushed me aside and rose from the bed. Her legs trembled—perhaps from the ache in her lower belly—and the mixture of her nectar and my seed ran down her thighs. Still in that state, she fetched a towel from the head of the bed, wiped her thighs and folds, then quietly approached me again.
She took the member that had just ravaged her in her hand, lowered her head, and began to clean me with her mouth.
“Huup!”
She engulfed the glans and rolled her tongue in ways I had never experienced. She deliberately quickened her tongue work, lavishing pleasure on me without pause. When I reacted, she immediately worked her lips and slowly swallowed me to the root.
With my length still in her mouth, she opened her eyes and met my gaze directly.
Fellatio from such a beautiful wife was simply the best.
Chuuuup— chup—
She deliberately gathered saliva to make wet sounds, then suddenly pulled me from her mouth. Seeing I remained hard, she opened wide and extended her bright-red tongue.
“Kuuugh, ugh!”
Like a puppy she stretched her tongue long and licked me from root to tip. They said she had been meeting the courtesans of Wei Hong’s merchant group and studying manuals on the night arts—her bedroom skills were clearly improving day by day.
After licking me thoroughly, Cai Yan looked up and said.
“Husband… I heard you like this very much.”
“?”
She lifted her upper body and spread those enormous breasts with her hands. She nestled my member gently between them, then pressed her arms together, squeezing her soft flesh around me, and began to move.
Only the tip peeked out from her cleavage as she rocked. Feeling her body heat envelop me, an overwhelming surge of pleasure struck. Cai Yan devoted her full effort to pleasuring me, determined to draw out my climax.
The stimulation brought the urge again. Before long I spilled myself across her breasts.
“!?”
When I finished inside her cleavage, she quietly withdrew me, spread her breasts, and a vast quantity of semen flowed out. Without a word she wiped it away with the towel, then crawled back up to me.
She lifted the blanket, slipped inside, and embraced me with that voluptuous body. Wherever my hands wandered, they met soft skin. Holding her, I forgot everything that had happened that day and fell into a blissfully happy sleep.
“You seem to have a terrible hangover. I brought milk mixed with honey.”
“Thank you.”
The next morning Cai Yan, neatly dressed, brought honeyed milk for her husband. I drank it and finally soothed my throbbing head. She never once asked what had happened the night before; she simply wore the smile of a goddess.
“Wife.”
“Yes, husband.”
“Yesterday I spoke with Uncle. He said that everything is permitted except violating the taboo of our own clan and homosexuality.”
“Oh my?”
“Before that, the conversation turned to something called ‘desire.’”
Cai Yan thought for a moment, then smiled brightly.
“Instead of guests merely passing through the house, we may now have friends of the same generation who can stay and chat whenever they wish?”
“!”
She had interpreted my words about taking concubines in exactly that way.
“I told you from the moment you first accepted me—I am not the jealous type.”
“…”
Hearing those words, I stood and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Now, dress quickly and let us go to the main hall. Mother said she prepared chicken soup this morning. It is to celebrate your promotion to Colonel.”
Comforted and encouraged, we were able to step out together in warm harmony.