How I, Dong Zhuo's Granddaughter, Got Fucked by the Emperor

"The straw-mat peddler's wives are here? How'd that mat-peddler bastard end up missing, anyway?"

Dong Bai had taken a keen interest in the story of Liu Bei's downfall.

"He received a secret imperial edict to assassinate Cao Cao, rose up in Xu Province, and was utterly crushed by Cao Cao's army."

Lady Zou offered a concise summary of what had become of Liu Bei's forces.

"What? Then what was Yuan Shao doing at the time?"

"Pardon?"

"Yuan Shao. If he'd crossed the Yellow River and marched south while Cao Cao's army was off in Xu Province, Xuchang would've been sitting empty."

A bold idea. A vision that took in the entire realm. So she really is Dong Zhuo's granddaughter.

Lady Zou had heard those exact words from Cao Cao's own mouth. It had been the day he marched out on campaign for Xu Province.

"I heard Yuan Shao never raised his army because his youngest son, Yuan Shang, had fallen gravely ill."

Dong Bai clicked her tongue at Lady Zou's words.

"Yuan Shao's a pathetic piece of work too. Let a golden opportunity slip right through his fingers. That slave-woman's bastard is always like that. When he ought to move, he sits still. When he ought to sit still, he goes stirring up trouble for no reason."

To Dong Bai, Liu Bei — who had once sold straw mats in You Province — had always been nothing but a two-bit mat peddler. And Yuan Shao, the bastard born after the head of the illustrious Yuan clan of Four Generations of Three Excellencies had laid hands on a slave woman, she always dismissed as "that slave-woman's bastard."

Lady Zou did not mention that if Yuan Shao's army had actually invaded and Xuchang had fallen, that day would have been Dong Bai's funeral. Yuan Shao, whose ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠entire family Dong Zhuo had slaughtered, would likely have had his army of five hundred thousand gang-rape the girl before tearing her to pieces — if he ever learned she was still alive.

No. Not killing her might have been even more terrifying.

Lady Zou ran her fingers through her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surgically altered hair, trying to shake off the dreadful thought that had just crossed her mind.

"Anyway, so the mat peddler's dead, then. Not wives — widows. That Cao bastard's got a raging thing for married women, so he must've been panting to fuck them. Wait — has he already?"

"...One of them..."

"Serves them right. Get the rest of them fucked too, and hurry it up. You're helping with that, aren't you, Zou?"

"Yes."

"Turn them into complete whores. Just like me."

Just then, the woman Cao Cao had already fucked and the woman he was going to fuck emerged from the imperial audience chamber.

Lady Gan and Lady Mi, who had just left the audience chamber with dazed expressions, fell silent at the sight of Lady Zou's cropped hair. The shock they had received inside the Emperor's chamber seemed to have been swept away by an entirely new one.

"My ladies, I trust the audience went well."

"Y-yes. Lady Zou, let us return to the residence at once. Quickly."

"I don't want to spend... another moment in this palace..."

Behind the two ladies hurrying along with short, quick steps, Lady Zou stole a glance at the tea-snack tray that had been set out for them inside the audience chamber. Every pastry on the tray had found its way into the ladies' stomachs.

Then they must have taken the post-coital contraceptive pills as well.

She had confirmed everything she needed to confirm. Lady Zou stepped back toward the wall.

"I believe we must part ways now, Lady Dong Bai."

"Wait. So the woman that Cao bastard fucked today — no, the one he's going to fuck — just met the Emperor?"

"Pardon? Yes. That's right."

Dong Bai's voice cracked.

"Oh, fuck. Then that Cao bastard's daughters would've been sucking the Emperor's cock."

"Ah..."

Lady Zou thought of the little girls who belonged to the group of women under her charge.

"...And the Emperor is still..."

"Getting his cock sucked around the clock by the bitches that Cao bastard assigned to him. Honestly, it's a miracle the man hasn't withered up and died yet..."

Dong Bai gave a bitter laugh from the other side of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wall.

"He definitely got the Emperor hard as a rock, then made him blow the second those women Cao's going to fuck walked in. The Emperor... he's probably looking for me by now. I should get back."

"......"

The lot of surrendered women was always the same, regardless of rank.

Dong Zhuo's Four Heavenly Kings had been Li Jue, Guo Si, Zhang Ji, and Fan Chou. After Dong Zhuo's death, Li Jue and Guo Si inherited that authority, while Fan Chou was executed by the pair on a trumped-up charge. Zhang Ji, the last of the four, had saved his own life by declaring his submission to the other two — only to withdraw to Nanyang, far from the capital, and die there. His widow was Lady Zou. In the end, she was treated as nothing more than a remnant of Dong Zhuo's army.

If even Lady Zou had been subjected to every manner of bodily modification and reduced to a whore of Cao Cao's army, then the punishment inflicted on Dong Zhuo's own granddaughter could only have been crueler — never less.

The only difference was that the man who raped Dong Bai every day was none other than Emperor Xian of the Han Empire. The Emperor who had been placed on the throne by the demon king Dong Zhuo, then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠terrorized by Dong Zhuo's remnants Li Jue and Guo Si, was now taking out on Dong Zhuo's granddaughter all the humiliation and stress he suffered daily at Cao Cao's hands.

After confirming that Dong Bai's voice had faded away, Lady Zou let out a shallow sigh.

"Please... survive."

Leaving behind those words, spoken to no one in particular, Lady Zou followed the two ladies who had gone ahead and returned to the residence.

The hour returned to that same night, with Lady Gan standing in the grounds of the residence. So much had happened in a mere two days that her mind was a tangle of confusion.

Last night, Lady Zou and a swarm of women threw themselves on Lord Guan Yu, trying to take his seed... Right before her eyes, Lady Zou offered a demure bow and slipped into a bedchamber.

To stop them... I took my brother-in-law's member in my own hands... and made him spend himself across their faces. In the room across the way, a drunken Guan Yu lay in a deep sleep.

Then Mi Lin and I were invited to the imperial palace, where we were given a bath and a massage... Lady Mi had likely already fallen asleep in her room. She had been complaining of dizziness ever since they returned from the palace.

And His Majesty the Emperor, whom we met afterward... showed us such a strange sight. Beyond the wall, the outline of the imperial palace, swallowed in darkness, was faintly visible.

This Xuchang is a city under Cao Cao's control, but it is still the capital of the Han. I had held onto a sliver of hope that His Majesty might look after us... Lady Gan felt as though one of the pillars she had been leaning on had crumbled.

And it wasn't just one pillar that fell... The shock she had felt today, seeing Guan Yu drunk, had been no small thing.

What are we supposed to do when you show us such a disheveled state, Lord Guan Yu...

Unable to sleep, she paced the courtyard. Only the moon in the sky kept Lady Gan company.

"Lord Liu Bei..."

Lady Gan simply missed her husband.

Then it happened.

"M-my lady! Lady Gan!"

"W-who's there?"

"O-over here! Over here!"

It was coming from the wall. A hurried, hushed voice carried across the darkness. Lady Gan sensed instinctively that this voice was being pursued — and at the same time, that it belonged to an ally, a rare thing to find in this Xuchang.

"Who is it? Who are you?"

The night in Xuchang was deathly quiet. Lady Gan kept her voice as low as she could, calling over the wall.

The owner of the voice let out a strained grunt, and a hand shot up over the top of the wall. After another moment of gathering his strength, the face that appeared was one Lady Gan knew well.

"It's... Mi Fang... Mi Fang!"

"Oh! Lord Mi Fang!"

A retainer who had come to serve Liu Bei in Xu Province — Mi Fang. None other than Lady Mi's elder brother.

"Y-you're alive, Lord Mi Fang...! But your face... there's blood...!"

Mi Fang's hair hung loose, with no helmet, and his face was caked with dirt and dust, dried scabs of blood clinging here and there. He looked like a man who had clawed his way out of a horrific battlefield.

"Th-this is nothing. When I heard the three of you had been taken to Xuchang under escort, I followed..."

"Ah... Lord Mi Fang! Lord Liu Bei — is Lord Liu Bei..."

"...I don't know. We were separated in the fighting... I barely managed to survive on my own..."

"Ah..."

Lady Gan's legs gave out, and she sank to the ground.

"Ah — wait! Jian Yong, Sun Qian, and my elder brother Mi Zhu are all unharmed."

"I see..."

It was no comfort at all.

"Mi Lin — is Mi Lin safe?"

"Ah... she's fine! She's well!"

Lady Gan struck her own chest, realizing how selfish she had been. Mi Lin was the youngest of the three Mi siblings — Mi Zhu, Mi Fang, and herself. Of course he would have been desperate to know if his own blood was alive...

"She's sleeping in that room right now..."

"Don't bring her out! Don't bring her out. Cao Cao's patrols are circling constantly outside. Knowing she's safe is enough. More importantly, my lady — you have to get out of here!"

There was something terrified in Mi Fang's voice.

"What did you say?"

"You have to get out of Xuchang. This city isn't right. This place is..."

The next instant, Mi Fang's face vanished.

"Lord Mi Fang?!"

His voice was gone. In its place came the sound of hurried footsteps retreating from the wall.

"Who's there! Halt!"

And a moment later, several sets of footsteps gave chase. Mi Fang must have fled, knowing Cao Cao's patrol was closing in.

Xuchang... isn't right? What does that mean...

Lady Gan had no idea what Mi Fang had been about to say. Were there still more dangers lurking in this city that she didn't know about?

Then it came.

"Open the gate."

A thick, heavy bass voice accompanied the pounding on the main gate. Lady Zou had already thrown open her door and come running, but Lady Gan herself was faster to the gate.

The man standing in the darkness was powerfully built, his body compact and solid. He had the look of a boulder, seeming even more unyielding than Yue Jin. And Lady Gan knew the general's name.

"General Cao Ren... you've gone to a great deal of trouble, coming at this hour."