That's Not a Place to Lick
"Masseuse! Just where do you think you're licking?!"
The massage continued.
Even through the haze clouding her mind, Lady Gan could feel the heat in the massage chamber doubling. Beyond the bamboo screen, the wet sounds of Lady Mi's flesh being kneaded carried clearly. Lady Mi was wringing out stifled moans in time with the slick, sticky noises her own body made.
Mi-rin must be... enjoying this too...
And then Lady Gan shuddered at a sensation she had never felt in her life. A soft, exquisite pleasure bloomed from behind, where she lay on all fours like a puppy.
Wh-what was that? Just now—my... my backside, that... that place...
Even in the privacy of her own mind, the chaste Lady Gan could scarcely bring herself to form the word anus.
She licked it!
A hot breath warmed that place again. There was no mistaking it: a human mouth, drawing near. And a mouth that had opened meant that next—
Hngh!
Every muscle in Lady Gan's body went rigid.
A soft, yielding tongue swept across her anus several times in a single instant.
This can't be happening. This cannot be happening. That place is far too filthy—don't you dare taste my backside as you please...
A fierce wave of resistance seized her, and she clenched her buttocks with all her strength. Even in ordinary times those cheeks rose like a pretty peach; now, gathering force, they swelled even rounder and tighter. Within that bursting-taut flesh, the anus that had just been ravished slammed its door shut and hid away.
But a gaze watched her at its leisure. She could not keep her buttocks clenched forever.
Has she gone? Is she stopping now? ...Surely she understood what I wanted?
The moment her sphincter went slack—
Hieeek!!
Now! An uninvited guest stormed through the opened door.
Heeeeugh!!!
As if determined, this time, not to let that door close again, the masseuse wrenched Lady Gan's buttocks wide with both hands, plunged her whole tongue firmly through the crack, and proceeded to ransack the house inside!
"Haaaah! Ah! Don't—masseuse! That isn't—that isn't a place you lick! Please, I beg you—slurp—don't, my backside, ah—"
Lady Gan was certain she had cried out at the top of her voice, even thrashing both arms in resistance. The masseuse did not slow in the slightest.
Schlurp-bwurble-fwop-shlup-shlup—
Lady Gan's anus was scoured clean at a ferocious pace.
I... I told her I didn't want this...
That hollow sense of betrayal. And on top of it, the humiliation of having her anus bared and licked as if she were an infant. Lady Gan felt the strength drain from every muscle in her body.
I... I've been had...
And yet it was a tangled feeling she could not begin to put into words—what, exactly, had been done to her. Drowsiness kept rolling in besides...
Why on earth would a masseuse... lick... here...
She didn't know.
She had no idea...
Lady Gan simply stopped thinking.
A little puff of laughter tugged Lady Gan briefly back toward consciousness.
Did she just laugh? At the sight of me?
Lady Gan tried to push herself up and glare at the masseuse, Yan—but her body would not move as she wished.
I suppose everyone in the imperial palace lives with this sort of thing? Is this the custom here? Are we the ridiculous ones, for not knowing?
She managed, just barely, to turn her head, and the thoughts kept coming.
Of course I wouldn't know a massage this strange. Where else but the imperial palace would anyone do such a thing? It's only natural I wouldn't be used to it, experiencing it for the first time—and she laughs at me. That's too much.
Lady Gan made a private vow.
Fine. Do as you like. This thing they call an imperial massage—I'll learn it thoroughly this time, and from now on I'll be used to it!
Of her own will, Lady Gan threw open her body and her heart completely to the masseuse.
And Mi-rin...? Could Mi-rin be... going through this... too?
Beyond the bamboo screen, Lady Mi's side of the chamber was faintly visible. Lady Mi was on all fours as well; it seemed she would soon be receiving the same treatment.
The silhouette of Lady Mi on her hands and knees looked exactly like a serving dish balanced on a three-legged stand. One leg was her arms, the lowest was her legs, and the middle leg... was her enormous breasts.
When Mi-rin gets on all fours, they... they touch the floor...
But on Lady Mi's side, it was not only one person who was unclothed. Even through the tight gaps in the bamboo, the figure of the masseuse Hong was plainly naked, circling Lady Mi's body in a dazzling circuit as she worked.
The masseuse called Yan never took her clothes off... that one must have gotten so sweaty she undressed.
That was possible, she supposed. This was the imperial palace, after all.
Lady Gan decided to accept it.
"My lady, you must be thirsty. Please drink some tea."
It was Lady Zou's voice. Lady Gan tried to sit up and take the cup, only to discover that not a shred of strength remained in her muscles. Lady Zou brought the cup to her lips and let the tea flow in.
Gulp, gulp. Lady Gan drank obediently, taking whatever she was given. Only then did she realize how parched she had been.
So Lady Zou has come to the massage chamber as well...
With her thirst eased, Lady Gan's eyes found Lady Zou in her plain white robes. In a massage chamber dense with steam, she looked like a fairy maiden wrapped in clouds.
She really is a beautiful woman. Enough to make one envious...
They said that after Cao Cao obtained her at Wancheng, he did not emerge from his tent for three days and three nights. Having witnessed Lady Zou's bedroom arts with her own eyes, Lady Gan thought she could understand how he had felt. In a room of ten people, Lady Zou had been the only one who radiated any presence at all.
An ordinary man would be seized with fear merely from sitting across from her alone.
And Cao Cao had faced that woman by himself for three whole days...
Three days... with Cao Cao. How did they do it, I wonder... Did she pin him on his back and torment him the whole time? Or did she play the coquette, the way I want to be petted and spoiled by Lord Xuande...? No—she wouldn't have needed to. A man like Cao Cao would have come running on his own... Or perhaps, with a woman that exquisite, he pinned her down, ruined her, and slaked his greed as he pleased... Knowing Cao Cao, he might well have done exactly that...
But the price had been his son, his nephew, even his beloved general Dian Wei—and a frantic, ignominious retreat.
Four hands began to settle on Lady Gan's body while she was still lost in thought.
Two of them took her legs, one each, where she lay flattened against the floor, and began working them with a pressure at once gentle and firm. The other two were bolder, pushing the flesh of her buttocks and waist upward in long, sweeping strokes, stoking the heat in her skin.
Ah... so Lady Zou has joined the massage too... I suppose she does this sort of thing often...
Lady Gan found herself wondering whether Lady Zou still gave Cao Cao a massage every day.
In the end Cao Cao forced Zhang Xiu to surrender and took Lady Zou back into his hands... A man who never fails to take whatever he wants... Poor Lady Zou. Does she sleep with this man and that at Cao Cao's command? Is there another general who, like Lord Guan Yu, tried to pour his semen into her and give her a child?
Lady Gan pictured Lady Zou taking turns in bed with the generals Cao Cao's army had forced to surrender. Spreading her legs as Cao Cao ordered, sucking the generals' cocks, and at last becoming pregnant and bearing their children—a wretched fate...
If that fate were forced on me, could I endure it?
Last night rose before her: Lady Zou swallowing Lord Guan Yu's cock to the root, then taking that enormous member with her whole body. It had been a sight too devastating to bear.
Huh?
Suddenly, right in front of her eyes, there was Lady Zou with Guan Yu's cock in her mouth.
What differed from yesterday was this: instead of swallowing him from above as he lay displayed in his mesmerizing nakedness, she had tugged down the white robes she had been wearing until only her breasts were bared, and fastened her mouth around the cock of a Guan Yu who was standing...
A dream? A trick of the heat?
Listen to me, thinking about Lady Zou far too much.
Lady Gan gave a small, wry smile and let her head drop.
Why did that thought flash through her mind so suddenly?
Because she had been thinking of Lady Zou.
A woman who surrenders... becomes a body that must spread her legs and bear children as Cao Cao commands...
A woman who had surrendered.
Lady Gan and Lady Mi, who had surrendered to Cao Cao.
Lady Zou, who had lost her husband.
Two wives who had no word of whether Liu Bei, Lord Xuande, still lived.
Are we... to end up like Lady Zou, doing as Cao Cao commands?
If Liu Bei were confirmed dead, what difference would there be between Lady Zou's position and theirs?
We have Brother Guan Yu. As long as Brother Guan Yu is with us, they cannot do as they please.
But the relief did not last.
That very Guan Yu had been put to sleep with a single needle, and eight women had danced naked on top of his body—only last night...
What if they put Brother Guan Yu to sleep and do as they like with us? Or what if they subdue Lord Guan Yu by some means other than his seed, and use him as a hostage to rule over us instead?
No—worse. What if this very bathhouse, this massage chamber, where she could barely keep her wits, was all part of the same scheme as Lady Zou's needle?
I drank it. That tea was strange too. I swallowed it without a shred of caution, just because they said the Emperor had bestowed it.
What if the bath, the massage, all of it had nothing to do with imperial custom—and was Cao Cao's design?
I took off my clothes far too easily. Letting them put their hands on my naked body—how careless!
And besides: in an imperial palace that had fallen into Cao Cao's grasp, could there be even a single thing Cao Cao did not know?
"No!"
Lady Gan jerked her head up and shouted. Strangely, this time her voice came out.
The steam had ceased. The room was still. The haze that had been thickening in the massage chamber was gone, as if it had never been.
"Huh...?"
"You've awakened, my lady."
Lady Zou. The vision of her bared breasts and the cock in her mouth had vanished without a trace; she was dressed in spotless white robes.
"The massage must have been most pleasant. You drifted off for a moment."
Her body moved! The first thing Lady Gan did was feel for the place on her neck where Guan Yu had been needled. There was no needle.
The masseuses, it seemed, had already gone.
"Mi-rin! Where is Lady Mi?!"
"Sister, I'm here."
Lady Mi appeared from behind Lady Zou, changed into clean clothes.
"Mi-rin—no, Lady Mi, are you all right? Nothing happened to you?"
"Yes, sister... I did fall asleep during the massage, but when I woke, my body felt so refreshed."
Come to think of it, Lady Gan's whole body felt truly restored. Energy had risen all the way to her fingertips and toes; she felt as if she had been born anew.
I... I must have been mistaken. They really are masseuses of the imperial palace...
Lady Zou smiled faintly and gestured for the two of them to follow.
"His Majesty the Emperor awaits. Please, let us proceed to the audience hall."
"A moment, please—I've had so much tea..."
Lady Gan had been about to say she needed the privy, then realized that no discomfort whatsoever was rising from her lower belly.
Strange. I drank so much... was it all sweated out? I feel as clear as if I'd already gone... is this an effect of the massage too?
Lady Mi showed no sign of discomfort either.
"Then, my ladies, if you would follow me."
As they started down the corridor after Lady Zou, Lady Gan asked in a low voice,
"Um, Lady Mi—during the massage, was there perhaps... anything... embarrassing?"
"Pardon? No... I fell asleep so early I hardly remember a thing. Except that it felt wonderful..."
So I'm the only one who remembers?
Then that fierce memory of her anus receiving caresses for the first time in her life was something Lady Gan would have to keep to herself.
"Sister, but didn't your body get a little... hot?"
"I think so. Even now... I feel a bit warm."
They had left the massage chamber, but residual heat still lingered in both their bodies. That heat would, in all likelihood, become a flame that slowly ate its way through them from within.
Hurrying down the corridor, Lady Mi had something she had not told Lady Gan either.
Huh...? Something came out...?
From her pussy, a trickle of fluid had begun to run down her thigh.
It was only a little, so she quickly rubbed her legs together to keep any more from spilling—but it was mortifying.
Did I... just wet myself...?
She had known her husband in the marriage bed, but she had never once touched herself. It did not occur to Lady Mi that the fluid might be her own arousal.
And had she shown that liquid to Lady Gan—who, of the two of them, knew a little more about the business between men and women—there might have been a chance to hear that it could also have been a man's semen.