Cao Cao's Semen Sloshes in Lady Mi's Womb (End of Act 2)
Lady Zou's face, laid bare beneath the moonlight, was a picture of calm. Yet in Lady Gan's breast, as she gazed at her, her heart was hammering like a mad thing.
"H-how... how much did you hear?"
"...All of it."
Lady Gan felt her legs want to give out beneath her — then remembered that Lady Zou had said not a word of it to Cao Ren.
"Why... why did you cover for me?"
"...In part, my lady, because you have been covering for me all this while."
A deep sorrow settled over Lady Zou's features.
Then, quietly, she drew back the hair at her brow and showed what lay beneath.
The instant Lady Gan understood what she was looking at, she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep the scream from tearing loose.
Beneath a vivid line of sutures, Lady Zou's incised scalp was knitting itself back together.
"Th-that, that — what in heaven's name..."
"...You asked me why my hair had suddenly gone so short. It was not the hair. They replaced the entire skin of my scalp."
"W-why? Why would anyone—"
Lady Zou swept her sleek, cropped hair aside with a look of mournful resignation.
"Because this is Lord Cao Cao's preference. I... have my scalp exchanged whenever he wishes — for whatever color, whatever length, whatever shape he desires. And also..."
Before a Lady Gan who had lost all power of speech, she undid the sash at her waist with the ease of long practice and opened her body. She lifted the beautiful breasts that hung upon her smooth waist and showed the surgical scars healing beneath them.
"...This is how my breasts are made larger, and smaller, and larger again."
"G-good heavens..."
Body modification.
Lady Gan shuddered to her core at the sight of a beauty's flesh, torn open without mercy and remade beneath the cunning warlord's blade.
"How... how much did it hurt? How much..."
"...I am the enemy general who caused the death of Lord Cao Cao's child, and of a commander he held dear. That he spared my life at all is more than I have any right to be grateful for."
"Even so — even so — to do this to a person, to a human being—"
"...To Cao Cao's army, I am..."
Lady Zou let the sentence die. But Lady Gan knew exactly what she had meant to say.
"Ah — Lady Zou!"
Tears burst from Lady Gan's eyes. She pulled that pitiful body into her arms and wept. Whether those tears were for Lady Zou, or for herself and Lady Mi, who might yet be driven toward the same fate...
You must get out of Xuchang. This city is not right. This place is...
Mi Fang's parting words kept circling through Lady Gan's mind.
Yes. This place truly is not right...
Lady Zou stroked the sobbing woman's hair in silence.
She really is... a fool of a kind-hearted woman. You, at least — I hope you will not have to hurt the way I have...
Her pale face turned to the moonlight, she was already, inwardly, laying out one by one the measures she would have to take to make Lady Gan into Cao Cao's woman.
Cao Ren walked out into the night streets of Xuchang.
"General — isn't it possible Lady Gan deceived us?"
Li Dian, who had followed him out after freely eye-raping Lady Gan to his heart's content, drew up alongside him.
"Couldn't say. Depends on this one."
Cao Ren toed the man lying on the ground. Bound hand and foot, a gag forced between his teeth, Mi Fang sobbed and trembled in the dark.
"I don't know who you are, but I'm not going to kill you here and now, so stop shaking."
Cao Ren crouched, seized Mi Fang by the hair, and dragged his head up until their eyes met.
"What shall we do with him? We could always hand him over to Lord Man Chong for a proper interrogation..."
"...We take him to the Chancellor's Office."
"Sir? At this hour?"
"Lock him up for now. Tomorrow Lord Cao Cao can question him himself."
C-Cao Cao... questioning him in person?
The words reached Mi Fang, and something in him came unmoored.
"Those wives of Liu Bei's are women who serve Lord Cao Cao in a rather special capacity, you see..."
Cao Ren said it openly, for Mi Fang to hear.
"A creature found clinging to that house's walls is bound to prove useful."
"Understood."
Li Dian nodded and gave the order to his men. Through the dark streets of Xuchang, shadows moved in a hurry and were gone.
I-it's over. Everything is over...
In the mind of Mi Fang, dragged away in those shadows' grip, despair spread without limit. And even then — even then — Cao Ren's words about women who serve Cao Cao in a special capacity took root in him and would not be dislodged.
Lady Gan and Lady Zou.
While the two of them passed the time outside, a woman seized by a heat she could not name had been left alone in the room. The voluptuous Lady Mi.
What do I do... my body... my body feels so strange...
The instant Mi Lin felt her body begin to go wrong, she remembered — the moment, immediately after, when she had received that massage in the imperial palace.
From the palace onward, Mi Lin had been troubled by a sticky fluid seeping down inside her. To stop that unidentified liquid from continually welling out of her womb, she had been clenching her pussy with all her strength even in the middle of an audience with the Emperor.
Governing what flows from the body is, in truth, the first law of civilization a human being ever learns. Of course Lady Mi knew how to master an excretory urge. And yet the reason she could not, today, command the milky-white fluid leaking from her womb was that her body itself had been unmistakably altered.
I-I thought something felt off from the moment I left the massage chamber... my... my place down there feels as if it's sitting slightly... open...!
Who had pried apart the inner flesh she had kept so tightly shut? The gripping muscles of a perfectly healthy pussy stung as if they had been beaten. Strength would not come. They would not clench. As though something had been driven into her to the root...
And the imperial palace was vast beyond measure. There was simply no way to keep her pussy locked shut over that long a walk. With every mincing step the seam of her opened a fraction. She tried with everything she had to press the lips together...
What do I do... it's leaking... a little at a time...
At last, as she toddled along, like milk seeping through a crack between pressed lips, the milky fluid — drawn down by gravity — began to soak her undergarments.
Ah... what am I going to do... it's getting wet...
The fluid running out of her was no small amount. And the peculiar stickiness of it, the viscosity, was almost uncanny. The stain spreading faintly through the cloth was carving a dark trace that would never come out, even if the liquid itself evaporated...
I'll have to undress when we get home... what am I supposed to tell Sister... I'm so ashamed...
The milky fluid, leaking little by little, soaked her underthings — and the liquid on the cloth, each time her pussy rubbed against it as she walked, was smeared right back across her entrance.
Hiiik—
At the mortifying squelch of a thoroughly wet pussy grinding against wet cloth, Lady Mi felt a shiver climb from her hips, and before she knew it the tension she had been holding in her pussy went slack.
A sudden gush.
Hah—! J-just now, even if it was going to come out, th-that was far too much!
This was no longer a matter of leaking. Lady Mi's pussy had all but vomited the milky fluid. Her undergarments, having lost all function, let the overflow they could no longer hold slip free...
Nn... ah... it's running down...
She quickened her steps as if in a hurry and tried to rub her thighs together, but the fluid had already passed her knees and was traveling down, and down...
By the time they reached the carriage that would take the ladies back to the mansion, the milky fluid that had slid down, tickling her calves, was already crossing her ankles...
"My ladies, if you would be so good as to board."
Lady Zou guided the two women toward the carriage.
"Mi Lin, come — let us go home."
Lady Gan climbed in first and held out her hand.
Ah... what do I do... if my skirt rides up as I get in... if she sees my legs like this...
Lady Mi twitched and could not make her legs move.
"Mi Lin? Come now, up you get."
Lady Gan, knowing nothing of her sister's plight, urged her on with a look of honest bewilderment.
"My lady — allow me to assist you."
In that instant Lady Zou, with practiced ease, pretended to take Lady Mi's hand — and leaned her upper body in, blocking Lady Gan's line of sight.
N-now, while Sister can't see—!
Lady Mi scrambled up into the carriage.
Thank heaven. Lady Zou covered Sister's eyes just in time. I made it.
Watching her younger sister so visibly taut with nerves, Lady Gan felt a stir of worry.
"What was that, Mi Lin? Was there something at the palace you were reluctant to leave behind?"
Lady Gan looked puzzled.
"Ah — no, Sister... I just... felt a little dizzy, suddenly..."
"Oh, you poor thing..."
Lady Mi had said the first thing that came into her head. But in truth, from that moment, the effects of the three cupfuls of Water Philopon she had downed were beginning to bloom, slow and warm, through her body...
"......"
And in the eyes of Lady Zou, who boarded after them, the droplets scattered across the carriage threshold — droplets of none other than Cao Cao Mengde's semen — were printed with perfect clarity.
The moment they were through the door she announced that she was sweating and meant to bathe. Lady Mi lowered her hips into the scalding tub Lady Zou had prepared, spread her pussy as wide as one hand could force it, and pressed down on her lower abdomen with the other.
A thick, cloudy fluid came surging out of her, gush after gush...
W-what on earth is this... there's so much of it...
A fear that she might have caught some illness crossed her mind, and she remembered a piece of folk wisdom her mother had once told her. When a woman's body was taxed by stress, or taken with a chill, discharge would pool inside her and a pale fluid would spill from her flesh.
These past few days really have been hard... I suppose this sort of thing happens...
A proper sexual education, it turned out, was a matter of no small importance.