First Love: Mo Xue (17)

What am I feeling now?

Am I happy? Delighted?

I don't know.

I can't think. I don't understand what I'm supposed to be feeling.

I'm lost, drowning in this pleasure that I'm not sure if I deserve it.

"My dear, you're still so tight for me."

"Ahhhhnn..."

Being pounded, again, on the soft bed, gently this time, give me room to... finally think, what the heck is happening.

As soon as my back touches the bed, he attacks me again. No... more like... devouring me, slowly, gently. My tiredness seems to sap away and my desire alight, as he showers me with kisses, trailing countless love bites on my neck and my shoulder.

I know I'm still wearing my robe, my thin piece of sleeping wear, as I can detect it's fabric's frictions on my skin. But I also know it's open on my front, as I can feel his tout, hot body brushing on top of mine, as his arms hook both of my legs up, baring my sacred hole to be devoured by his meat.

"Ahhhhnn... Xue Er..."

My mind in a hazy state. I keep moaning and calling out his name, not even knowing when his meat has slither in my hole again. His gentle act bring forth a burst of warmth inside my heart, as he gently hit that sweet spot of mine, making my eyes blurry, and misty.

"Ahhhhnn... Xue Er... you can... Ahhhhnn... go... faster... Ahhhhnn..."

I know he's holding himself back. How can I not know, when the last two times he took me, I almost die... in pleasure, of course.

"Shh, my dear. This time, let me bring you to your pleasure, okay?"

He drop a peck on my lips, before pulling up, staring at me as his hip thrusting forwards in a gentle pace. It pained my heart seeing how attentive he is, making a drop of tears come rolling out from my misty eyes.

My hands that are clawing on his biceps crawl up to his neck, pulling him down to meet my kiss, before I state my demand.

"Ahhhhnn... I want it faster, Xue Er."

I know it's going to cost me but... I'm happy when he is.

"Host, Concubine She-"

"Zero Three, not now."

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While the night hasn't end yet inside the Consort's chamber, the rest of the chambers within the Prince's courtyard are asleep. All but one.

"Young Master has left, My Lady."

Smeared make up can't hide the delicate angelic face of a certain concubine, but her icy cold eyes betray the God given features. Accepting a hanky from her maid, Concubine Shen wipe of her tears from the face, looking smugly upon the bronze mirror.

"Bring me the package that he brought me."

The maid brings forwards a small silk covered box that her brother brought from home. It was an item given from their father, a key piece to destroy a certain ger future.

"My Lady, does Young Master know about this?"

Putting away the box, the maid help her master hide it within the numerous treasures on the vanity table. Concubine Shen put out a smirk, as she heard the question.

"Elder Brother is a stick. Father would never tell him about such thing. The only thing that we can use on him now is how dotting he is on me."

Changing her robe into her sleeping wear, the concubine continues.

"This is good though. Elder Brother will find a legit way to overthrow that piece of shit. All we have to do is help Father to put things in motion."

A small smile was shared between the master and her maid.

"When will you want me to make a move, My Lady?"

"Let's wait for my father. If thing goes well on his side...

Next week"

While the green tea bitch is smiling smugly over her reflection, a swift shadow run pass her back, bring the impending news for a certain someone, someone who may well be the sole reason of her demise.

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Argh! I can't move!

Like literally, can't move.

Laying by the side of the most handsome man I ever met, with my head on top of his chest, and not being able to move is...

Heaven~

It was so late at night that it may be almost dawn already. I don't know. I passed out somewhere during our heated bout of pleasure. Slowly opening my eyes, I can see my room being dimly light by the candles. No movement can be detected, only the shadow dance, cast by the candle, as the wick dance with the night breeze.

I don't know if my husband, I mean, the Prince, is still awake or not. I don't even dare to lift up my head to look at him. I mean, I can't even if I want to. Closing my eyes again, I transfer back to my space, as I feel the need to rant my feeling towards someone.

And that someone is...

"Zero Three, what do you think of the Prince?"

"..."

"I mean, does he... love me? Does he love Jae Hee?"

"Answering to your question, host, the love index shown that what the Prince are feeling right now is a slight infatuation, closely bordering the adore segment."

"Meaning?"

"The Prince has not yet fall in love with you, host."

Sigh! Well, what do you expect? A lone virgin that have no idea how relationship works wants to seduce a godly handsome man. I... wait...

"Zero Three, what does it mean by love index? Don't tell me... you have some sort of measuring devise to calculate a person's love?"

"..."

"Zero~"

I didn't realize my stern intended call sounded like a whine. I listen to my system's explanation about the love index. It turns out, the system do have some sort of measuring system to gauge for such thing. There are four segments, or levels, starting from infatuation, then adore, cherish and finally love.

As I listen to Zero Three's ramble on the different criteria for each segment, my mind keep wondering on something.

"Hey Zero Three, can you use the love index on me? Can you check... What am I feeling right now, towards the Prince?"

My system goes silent for a while, before it answers me.

"No, host. The love index is only applicable on the target of Love System."

Double sigh. Now who can tell me what the heck am I feeling right now?

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While a certain soul-changed Consort mumble out his uncertainty towards his feeling inside his space, making him look adorably fast asleep, the first light hit. The Prince was awake, keeping his arm on his bride, sending a small burst of chi towards him, as he tries to lessen his bride's soreness.

He smiles remembering the event last night. After countless times eating up his dear bride, until he fall into oblivion, he commands the maid to serve some light porridge and prepares to clean up his bride himself. He refuses the maid, knowing that his bride doesn't like anyone to see his body. He wonders why, but... he's not complaining.

As he finishes cleaning up, the maids come, serving the light porridge and some side dishes. The Prince carried his bride towards the table, coaxing the Consort to eat on his lap. Still half asleep, his bride let him manipulate his body, mumbling sleepily, as he spoon fed him the bowl of porridge, before carry him back to sleep.

Now, hours later, the Prince step away from his bride, getting ready to face his morning, but not before kissing lightly on his bride's temple.

"Sleep well, my dear."

His whisper seems to have gotten straight to his bride, as the latter curve up a small smile on his lush lips. He exits the chamber, taking the coat from his attendant and briskly walks under the light drizzle of white snow, leaving footsteps on the white ground. Upon approaching his own chamber, a shadow appear from the corner of his eyes, making he dismiss his attendant, before turning his attention toward a certain shadow guard that is now kneeling in front of him. The black clothed guard pull out a box and hold it up for his master.

The very same box that was once in the hand of a certain concubine, now in the hand of the powerful handsome prince that she wants to have.