The Ingredients Are Ready
Soon the drug took hold, and Lady Gan began to stagger.
Xiahou Yuan, as though she had been waiting for precisely this, slipped an arm around the woman's waist with practiced ease. Lady Gan's steps grew slower and slower, until she looped both arms around Xiahou Yuan's shoulders simply to keep from collapsing. A moment later she was clinging to her like a lover, legs trembling like a fawn's as she fought to stay upright, her body already coming undone at the seams.
Her head lolled. Beyond the sleek line of her bared shoulder and collarbone, a lush breast spilled free.
Xiahou Yuan calmly locked one arm around her, then took Lady Gan's other arm and stretched it out like a ballerina, opening the woman's chest with elegant precision. She spun her in a slow turn, flashing those breasts toward the generals in a magnificent display before letting them vanish again.
"Ahh, now that's why General Xiahou Yuan knows her stuff! Seeing a woman naked is one thing — watching her spill out of her clothes like that is a whole different flavor."
Yue Jin clapped from behind the glass.
"That lady's completely wrecked. The drug's hitting her hard," Man Chong said.
Xiahou Yuan led the unsteadied Lady Gan away into the massage chamber.
"And what about the big-chested one? Why isn't she going in for a massage?"
Yu Jin pressed, hungry for another look at Lady Mi's breasts. Xun You focused his mind once more.
"Let's see... oh... even after two cups the drug hasn't taken, so they're feeding her a third."
"Insane... so you need a bigger dose just because the tits are bigger?"
"She's gulping it down nicely enough. She'll be gone soon."
Right on cue, Lady Zou turned the hourglass for the third time. Cao Hong waited with stubborn patience for the woman to drop. Lady Mi was still smiling brightly as she sipped her tea.
The generals tracked the falling sand with restless eyes. Lady Mi's face as she drank. The sand in the hourglass. Her face again...
"Damn it. Feels like we're the ones stuck in the steam room..."
Xiahou Dun grumbled, arms folded. Nobody argued. They all felt the same.
And then — at last! Lady Mi's expression went slack and dreamy in the bath. She slipped under, gurgling as she sank into the water.
"Yesss!"
The generals erupted in cheers at the sight of Lady Mi, utterly wrecked and unconscious.
Lady Zou moved to pull her out — and Cao Hong stopped her.
"What the hell is Cao Hong doing? Tell him to pull her out already. She's going to drown."
Xiahou Dun snapped, and Xun You focused his mind again.
"Wait, wait... General Cao Hong is telling her not to pull Lady Mi out, and that's because... haah... he wanted to see whether breasts that size would float."
"That idiot..."
Xiahou Dun groaned and pressed a hand to his forehead. Xun Yu and Cheng Yu shook their heads as well.
"Gongda, tell him to pull her out at once. If anything happens to the ladies' lives, Lord Cao Cao will be furious."
Before Xun You could even focus his mind again, Cao Hong beyond the glass was already snickering as he hauled Lady Mi from the water.
The instant Lady Mi's enormous breasts broke the surface, the generals' breath stopped all over again.
Dragged out by the shoulders in Cao Hong's grip, she was insensible. Even so, those abundant breasts, soaked through, hung with a wanton ripeness they made no effort to hide. Hot spring water dripped from her proud nipples as if they were leaking milk.
"I really can't take it... I want to suck even that water off her..."
Yu Jin squeezed at the empty air with both hands. Xu Chu barked a laugh at the sight.
"Hey — you put that much force into it and even a huge-titted woman like her would actually burst."
"So what? That's why we should have Hua Tuo remodel them for milk."
"Right. If Lord Cao Cao ever gives her to us, that's what we'll do. We'll take turns. One mouthful each."
"Can't I have just the left one to myself?"
Xun Yu clapped, as if he had heard quite enough of the two generals' nonsense.
"Now, now, that's enough. General Xiahou Yuan is already working Lady Gan. Lord Cheng Yu, open the curtain!"
Cheng Yu worked a different pulley. The curtain dropped over the screen that had been showing the baths, and the curtain covering the screen beside it shot up.
In the massage chamber just beside the baths — a dark, close, faintly sinister room — Xiahou Yuan and Cao Hong had finished preparing to cook the two ladies in earnest. Lady Zou had hung a privacy screen between the two beds and taken up a position from which both masseuses could be seen at once.
That was when Yue Jin shot his hand into the air.
"What is it, General Yue Jin?"
"Strategist, why isn't Lady Zou stripping? This whole training exercise exists because of that bitch, more or less. Tell her to get naked too. It's been a while — I want to look at those tits."
Man Chong picked up where Yue Jin had left off, raising his voice.
"Same here. A minute ago I caught myself imagining Lady Zou getting split on Guan Yu's cock. It's been quite some time since I last saw that woman naked. I'd like her to strip."
Xun Yu gave a wry smile.
"The subjects of today's training are Lady Gan and Lady Mi. As you well know, Lady Zou... removes her clothes only of her own will, unless Lord Cao Cao commands it."
"Tch. A bitch we ought to take turns fucking and then kill, and even that wouldn't be enough."
Nobody in the room failed to understand that the words Xu Chu spat were aimed at Jia Xu.
Jia Xu and Lady Zou had originally belonged to Zhang Xiu's camp. They had been on the same side. Following a scheme of Jia Xu's design, Lady Zou had taken Cao Cao to bed and thrown herself into draining him of his wits, creating the opening for a lethal counterstrike against Cao Cao's army.
A staggering talent for creating opportunities...
Now that Jia Xu was one of their own, there was no way to strike at her — so Cao Cao's generals had been taking out years of grudges by treating Lady Zou however they pleased.
And Jia Xu, the blonde, red-eyed female strategist, ignored all of that noise. She had fixed her burning eyes on one woman and one woman only.
Lady Zou.
The woman in white mourning clothes, offering teacups, turning the hourglass.
I could search this palace — no, this entire continent — and never find a woman to match you.
Jia Xu could feel a musky wetness seeping around the finger she had secretly buried in her own crotch.
"Tch. Boring brat."
Jia Xu stared at Lady Zou without so much as a flicker of reaction, and Xu Chu clicked his tongue and looked away. Xun Yu settled the generals in their seats.
"Then let us formally open Act Two."
Xiahou Yuan subdued Lady Gan's body by degrees, her hands unhurried and sure. Collarbone, shoulder, the muscles of the arm...
"You're carrying a great deal of tension, my lady..."
"Nnnh... ah... wh-atever you... hhnn..."
The Water Philopon had risen in Lady Gan properly now; her tongue was too tangled to form a single coherent word. In her own head she might have felt as though she were answering perfectly. This was the state of her.
Xiahou Yuan took in the woman's reaction, smiled faintly, and with practiced skill peeled Lady Gan's robe open.
The cheering should be starting behind the glass about now... is Brother Yuanrang watching too...?
She smiled privately at the thought of her one-eyed brother's face going red, then purple.
Lady Gan's opened body was laid bare before the generals' eyes. The face on the pillow was flushed with heat, panting in little ragged breaths that were nearly moans. Beads of sweat welled on her brow — from a body steeped in the hot spring, and from the Water Philopon melting her from the inside. Even her palms, slack and turned to the ceiling, unable to resist, fed the sense of conquest. Her fingers twitched as if to seize something, and in the end caught nothing at all as they fell.
If I had a cock, I'd have made those fingers wrap around it once, that's for certain.
Lying down, Lady Gan's breasts didn't command much presence. They were a more than respectable shape, capped with appetizing tawny-brown nipples — but after seeing Lady Mi's, they couldn't help but seem ordinary.
What lay beneath them, however, were those abs...
"...My lady. What magnificent abs you have..."
"...Mmf-brehh..."
Xiahou Yuan knew perfectly well that Lady Gan couldn't understand a word, and still the admiration slipped out of her.
Is this truly the body of a woman who has never known a battlefield?
Her fingers went, unbidden, to those cleanly carved abdominal lines. Not an ounce of spare flesh — taut, firm. And yet they didn't have that brutally overdeveloped, combat-forged quality of Xiahou Yuan's own body. This was a woman's waist: sleek, with a pretty curve that dropped cleanly into the hips.
Nothing but the unnecessary fat stripped away, leaving only the tender, vital beauty of the muscle itself... magnificent abs...
Xiahou Yuan found herself stroking Lady Gan's abdomen with her fingertips. The number of women she had put her hands on was beyond counting. Bodies unlike her own lean, hard frame — the abundant flesh of women in their prime. Ripe, married bodies that burst under Xiahou Yuan's sharp fingertips and spilled every drop of honey they had been holding. Virgin bodies that had never known a man, petals clenched tight, that in the end opened their pussies anyway under the relentless pleasure of her massage, to a climax they didn't even understand.
But today, Xiahou Yuan — Miaocai — felt the thrill of a chef confronting a new ingredient.
She's taut. Every inch of her answers at my fingertips, like muscle tempered on a battlefield...!
Lady Gan's elastic body was like a fine fish that rewarded the dressing. "It's as though... this body has been trained..."
Steam from the massage chamber drew deep into her nostrils. A loose concentration of Water Philopon was mixed into it as well — so that the women brought down by the teacups would keep inhaling the drug through their lungs while they were massaged, and never fully wake. And so that the masseuses who would work those women like dough would not be sober either, but would violate them in a state of strange, simmering arousal.
Xiahou Yuan felt a switch of pleasure being thrown somewhere deep in her body. She cinched her hair-tie tight and lifted the oil pitcher from beside the massage table.
From a spout as slender and long as a cock, fragrant oil began to pour over Lady Gan's naked flesh.
It ran over the swell of her breasts and the sleek line of her waist, over those abs that had so astonished Xiahou Yuan, and down into the already-damp thicket below. The oil that flooded from that thicket coiled around her clitoris, then cascaded down the waterfall of her outer lips...
Her legs, stripped of any will to resist, had fallen open left and right like a dead frog's. The oil poured out of her like a burst levee from her pussy, spreading between her spread thighs into a wide lake...
Under that oil — which rendered a woman's body as lewd as it could possibly look — Lady Gan's flesh began to take on a flickering, glistening sheen. Her body twisted and writhed, registering pleasure wherever the hot oil touched her. She looked, for all the world, like a live octopus being marinated in oil.