Published: March 8, 2025
As night fell, Tie Butian couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. That guy hadn't shown up yet. She decided to open some memorials to review, looking for something to occupy herself, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm her mind.
That rascal just disappeared after saying a word in the afternoon. Where could he be wandering around?
Here she was waiting for him, but...if he really came... what should she do?
Thinking of this, the emperor's delicate face flushed with a fiery red embarrassment.
With a creak, the door opened.
A figure swiftly slipped inside.
"You’re back." Tie Butian was in the middle of reviewing a memorial, and after holding her red pen for a long time without writing anything, she was suddenly effective when Chu Yang entered: the red pen slipped, leaving a heavy mark on the memorial.
"It’s so late; why aren’t you asleep?" Chu Yang asked, a bit puzzled, before realizing, "Could it be you were waiting for me?"
"Pah!" Tie Butian retorted, "I’m not waiting for you; I’m handling memorials!"
"Mm, handling memorials, memorials. Good job." Chu Yang chuckled as he walked over. As he approached, Tie Butian suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, as if she were inexplicably softening.
"Your Majesty, it's late. Don't work so hard." Chu Yang wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind, his lips brushed against her delicate ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe, his agile tongue teasing slightly, "Let me help you get to bed, okay?"
"Who... who wants your help?" Tie Butian weakly protested.
But the next moment, a soft gasp escaped her lips as his warm hands slid into her waist, one hand on each of her ample breasts, gently kneading.
Tie Butian instantly felt her body go soft: "Don't mess around... I... I have to handle... the memorials..."
"You can handle them. I won't disturb your official duties," Chu Yang said, feigning seriousness, but his hands were still moving skillfully. He playfully kneaded the ample parts, relishing every moment; occasionally pinching those two little cherries and giving them a gentle rub.
The front of Tie Butian’s imperial robe was clearly wrinkled. One could distinctly see a pair of hands mischief-making inside...
Tie Butian's weak hands propped up the table, desperately trying to maintain her composure, trembling as she said, "You... you can't mess around like this... how can I handle official matters..."
Chu Yang was enjoying the 'little white rabbits' in his hands when he paused at her words, saying, "Oh, I won’t mess around then."
Saying this, he actually withdrew his hands.
Tie Butian sighed in relief, though she felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Taking a deep breath, she said, "You first... uh~~~" Before she could finish her sentence, another soft gasp escaped her.
Because Chu Yang indeed stopped messing around 'here.' But his hands moved to another area.
His hands slid down her waist, reaching her soft, tender backside, gently caressing. Following the curve, they moved down her thighs. He bit her ear and whispered softly, "Is it okay if I mess around here..."
Tie Butian breathed heavily, tightly clenching her legs. She didn’t want those hands to move further, trembling as she said, "No... no... pull out quickly..."
"I would like to pull out, but you’re squeezing so tightly, how can I pull out?" Chu Yang pretended to struggle.
Tie Butian hurriedly released her legs, exclaiming, "Quickly."
A gasp escaped her as Chu Yang seized the moment when her legs parted, his large hand didn’t retreat but instead moved inward, directly hitting the vital area.
"No... really not okay..." The emperor felt utterly embarrassed, instinctively squeezing harder.
"That’s not okay, nor is this! What on earth would be okay?!" Chu Yang appeared angry, suddenly withdrawing his hand. Tie Butian thought he was truly upset and panicked, explaining, "Chu Yang, I... I didn’t mean to..."
Chu Yang was indeed furious.
He pulled the emperor over, pressing her onto his lap, and with a rip, he tore open her robe, lifting it up. His right hand swiftly raised, with a slap, he struck the emperor’s delicate, noble backside.