"Ah!"
As soon as they entered the inner chamber,
Before Tang Yin could help the married Empress Liu Yixue to the bed, she suddenly twisted her ankle and fell against him.
As she stumbled, she instinctively wrapped her jade-like arms around Tang Yin's neck to avoid hitting the floor.
The moment she embraced him, her ample, soft breasts pressed firmly against Tang Yin's body. The supple sensation sent waves of pleasure through him.
"Are you alright, Empress?" Tang Yin feigned concern, though he fully understood Liu Yixue's little scheme.
If she wants to play, I'll play along.
"I-I'm fine… It's just my ankle. Could you carry me to the bed? I don't think I can walk…" Liu Yixue cooed, her voice like a seductive feline purring in one's ear—irresistibly alluring.
Tang Yin smiled. "It would be my honor to serve you, Empress."
With that, he swept her into a horizontal embrace.
Liu Yixue clung to his neck, pressing her body fully against his as he lifted her.
'Mmm… such a potent masculine scent. His body is so strong, so enticing… I want him to ravage me.'
Tang Yin's powerful physique intoxicated her. Years of repressed desire erupted within her.
No more restraint. I'll unleash myself completely—even if it costs me my title as Empress. I must taste this real man.
"Empress, we've reached the bed. Shall I set you down?" Tang Yin asked.
"Yes… But my leg still hurts. Could you massage it for me?" Her eyes glimmered with anticipation.
"Of course."
Tang Yin laid her on the bed, lifted her stocking-clad leg, and began gently kneading.
As his fingers traced the silk-smooth texture of her leg, he imagined savoring it—or better yet, wrapping those exquisite thighs around his hardened cock. The sensation would rival Xiao Wu's famously addictive legs.
"Mmm…" Liu Yixue moaned softly as he massaged her foot, deliberately elongating the sound to entice him.
The sound prickled Tang Yin's skin, making him crave a taste of her lips. But he was patient—he'd indulge her game.
Rustle… Rustle…
Tang Yin's strokes grew firmer, the friction of her stockings whispering against his palms.
Liu Yixue arched into his touch, her expression growing increasingly wanton. Her half-lidded eyes fixed on him as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Her desire burned. I must conquer him—make him serve me. Make me feel his strength.
"Tang Yin… This position is uncomfortable. Lift my legs higher? And my thighs ache too… from the fall. Could you massage them?"
Tang Yin didn't hesitate.
"Your wish is my command, Empress."
A smirk touched his lips as he slowly raised her legs.
The motion parted her skirt, unveiling the view beneath to Tang Yin's widening eyes.
Black lace panties cradling a flawless bare pussy.
To claim such a woman would be utterly intoxicating. His pulse quickened.
Noticing his stare, Liu Yixue subtly lifted her hips, offering him a clearer view. "My thighs feel so sore… Will you rub them now?" she coaxed.
"Gladly."
Tang Yin's hand slid unhesitatingly to her inner thigh. As his fingers pressed into her soft flesh, warmth spread through her.
Liu Yixue writhed, guiding his hand deeper. Harder. Closer.
Tang Yin knew her game but played along, kneading higher until his fingers teased the edge of her panties—brushing the sensitive, slick folds beneath.
So soft. So perfect.
"Mmm… So good, Tang Yin…" she murmured, her voice thick with feigned drowsiness. "I'm so relaxed… I could fall asleep…"
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Asleep? Tang Yin almost laughed. She's giving me permission to go further.
"Empress… Are you asleep?" he whispered. "Should I… massage deeper?"
His fingers traced the soaked lace. "Your pussy is dripping wet… Can you feel it?"
Liu Yixue bit back a gasp as his fingertip circled her clit.
"So slippery… It's like a stream flowing…" Tang Yin teased.
Eyes closed, she burned with embarrassment—and pleasure—as his skilled fingers "轻拢慢捻抹复挑" (gathered, twisted, rubbed, and plucked) her bare flesh.