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Jin Zixuan manages to hide his state from Jiang Yanli for approximately two shi before his beautiful, smart, caring wife comes barging into his quarters with a worried look, her usual delicate manners all but forgotten.
“Husband. I heard from the physicians that you were ill; is it true?”
Jin Zixuan shamefully tightens his thick cloak around him. Outside, the summer sun cruelly looks down on the garden grass that the servants in gilded liveries fight to keep alive every morning and every evening, despite the dry weather. Even though it feels like he is baking under his winter coat, Jin Zixuan would rather overheat than let his soulmate bear witness to his poor state.
“A-Xuan…?” Jiang Yanli calls him softly, insistently, and Jin Zixuan is so weak for her.
“I am not hurt,” he answers with the deepest voice he can manage in his current condition. Unluckily, the words come out all choked out and very visibly fake.
Jiang Yanli does not let his pathetic attempt at hiding deter her and she comes kneeling next to his desk where he is seated and has been pretending to work for the past shi.
Her touch is as light as a butterfly when she covers Jin Zixuan's clothed arm with her hand.
“A-Xuan, please. I do not wish to pry into your intimacy, but I am also worried about you. Doctor Wen said that you had an accident during the Night Hunt.”
Jin Zixuan blushes furiously as he is reminded of the cause of his current issue. He has to sternly rein in his pride not to snap at his wife and ask her to leave his chambers like teenage him would have. He is a man now, damn it. At least, in spirit and ambition. He cannot let mere shame get to him so strongly.
However, it is still unbearable to think back to this afternoon, when he fell in a trap while carrying out reconnaissance for the Night Hunt that was planned for the evening. It did not even happen during the Night Hunt proper, but during the preceding exploration phase. Nothing dangerous, really. Even so, he managed to fall through an unstable portion of the ground and tumble down ancient stairs leading to a heavily guarded crypt.
His high cultivation thankfully protected him from most of the curses, but one bypassed his protections and struck him straight into his golden core, propagating to his whole body in the matter of a few heartbeats. His group had not yet realised his disappearance, that his transformation was complete, leaving him in this diminished state. All because he was too confident in his abilities to detect the danger lurking under his feet. He did not stop an instant to consider that there could be some ruins suffused with enough qi to camouflage themselves and trap him. If the spiritual energy was in one place for long enough, it could grow nearly undistinguishable from the local spiritual landscape. Unfortunately for him, that was the case for that forest, which was thought to shelter the vengeful spirit of an assassinated bride betrayed by her husband decades ago according to the nearby people's stories.
Jin Zixuan was pressured by worried juniors and embarrassed seniors into rushing back to the infirmary to check for any harmful secondary effects. Luckily, Doctor Wen found that there was no real maliciousness in the spell's intent. It was probably meant to humiliate its victim without hurting them. One piece of bad news on top of everything else was that the curse was quite tenacious and would seemingly last for weeks if it was not handled beforehand.
She conjectured that Jin Zixuan would struggle to get rid of it by himself since his spiritual energy was particularly disrupted by the curse, having his yin energy overflow like a frozen river breaking out of its ice prison on the first days of spring while his yang energy had shrunk to laughable proportion. The best way to break the curse, according to her, would be to ask for help to restore the balance of his energies. The designated candidate was, of course, Jin-furen who had already conquered everyone's hearts in the Golden Carp Tower except for the bitter uncles of the elder council who looked at her with disdain, mourning the more advantageous unions that they fantasised about each time they glimpsed the noble couple. However, Jin Zixuan, because he loved his wife and breathed to gain her approval and affection, feared to show her what has become of him during this terrible mess.
Jiang Yanli, against all odds, fell in love with him and it is safe to assume that she felt an attraction to Jin Zixuan's body and, more specifically, his male body with its broad shoulders, strong legs and virility. With this thought in mind, Jin Zixuan felt reticent to show her the disaster of his body. His chiseled torso was gone, as well as was his manhood. In their place, he had breasts, soft thighs and a vulva. The curse made him a woman under his golden robes.
Worst of all, he does not really resemble himself. The reflection in the mirror of which he cannot bear to scrutinise the face does not correspond. It feels like the curse moulded his body after what his full-blooded sister would look like if he had one. He is smaller, thinner, and rounder than his original body was. Gone are his sculpted muscles, changed his voice, and broken down his confidence. Even his face has a different form from what he saw in an artificial pond rushing past it – smaller, rounder, cuter. If it were not for his garments and the colours of his eyes and hair, he would be unrecognisable, a stranger to his own eyes. If he can not look at this body without cringing, how could his sweet, sweet wife?
“I am not hurt,” he repeats stubbornly, albeit knowing that Jiang Yanli will soon coax the truth out of him.
Jiang Yanli simply stares at him, her hand heavy on his arm, with her heartbreakingly worried expression. Jin Zixuan squirms under the attention despite being accustomed to much more intense and expectant focus from his position as the Chief Cultivator. Her gaze is soft yet unyielding, and he fears that from this small distance she soon notices how different his body is from the one she had caressed, hugged and been hugged by countless times and no later than yesterday.
“Husband,” she calls him again, raising an elegant hand to his face, a hand so pale it looks carved out of jade and equally strong.
“A-Li,” he answers, inconsolably torn between the two parts of his heart. He fears her scorn, but the need to satisfy her every demand is stronger. “It's just… I am in such a poor state, I cannot bear to have you look at me. It is only a curse that changed my body. It will heal in a few days; you should not preoccupy yourself with it. I can't stand to worry you, my heart.”
“You won't get out of this with sweet words,” his dangerously sharp wife scolds him, waving a finger. “Doctor Wen told me a little about your condition. She said I could help you. Won't you let me soothe your discomfort? Are we not married?”
She pauses briefly.
“Or do you not trust me?”
It is the final blow for Jin Zixuan.
“Yes, of course I do, A-Li, my love!”
He reaches for her, sliding his hands on her waist to caress her over her robes, trying to convey his sincere feelings through touch alone. With his hands busy elsewhere, the thick coat sways freely, parting slightly, revealing a section of his hunched silhouette. Jiang Yanli seizes the opportunity and pulls on the tail of the cloak, causing it to slip down Jin Zixuan's shoulders and bunch up at his elbows. When he hurriedly tries to pull it back up, it is already too late. Jiang Yanli's eyes land on the obvious flaws of his chest.
Jiang Yanli's hand unerringly comes to curl around his waist, her thumb resting right under the foreign breasts. She could brush the underside of his bosom with a simple minute motion. It is right there.
Under her hand, Jin Zixuan's chest is swelling and hollowing because of the surge of panic running through his blood and calling for more air than his lungs know what to do with. As stupid as it is, his body has released adrenaline, encouraging him to run away from this horrible situation where he has only shame to cover his changed body.
“Doctor Wen told me I could help you get rid of this curse,” Jiang Yanli reveals kindly, still stroking his side with gentle pressure. Nothing in her composure betrays disgust – or confusion, at the very least, like Jin Zixuan expected. She looks at him with unchanged eyes, nothing to bear the weight of her reproaches, nothing to mock the loss of his manliness.
“Doctor Wen didn't want to tell me what exactly happened to you, but she accidentally left a medical textbook open to a very specific page, in a particular chapter. Do you know what it was?”
Her voice is low and a little dangerous, not because she would hurt Jin Zixuan but because he would not be able to refuse anything to her if she keeps talking to him like that. Still mostly petrified and hermetic to reason, he shakes his head in denial at her question.
“No?” Jiang Yanli translates with a fake scowl. Her other hand comes to thread through his hair, cradling his head delicately. His own arms hang boneless at his sides, having lost all their strength under the shock.
“Ask me what it was, A-Xuan,” she asks encouragingly.
“What was it?” He responds immediately, his head still full of heavy clouds but clear enough to please his wife.
“The book was about curses, just like the one that affects you right now,” she begins with a coo as though he were a stubborn child who did not listen to his teachers, a spoiled little brat who thought himself to be better than everyone else and believed to be owed the ears and lives of common people. “And the chapter was about sexual curses specifically. It listed the most common types, their causes and effects, the remedies to break them. The specific page that Doctor Wen consulted to treat you was about sexual curses which have a special side effect, that of changing the victim's body and making it of the other sex. The prescribed remedy was the same as all the others: either wait until the effects wear off or bring back balance in the victim's energies. This is where I can help you, isn't it? Am I wrong, A-Xuan?”
“… No,” Jin Zixuan answers truthfully, blushing furiously but unable to lie to his soulmate. Embarrassment is better than guilt. Those are the words he tries to keep in mind to stop him from stumbling down the path of debauchery and dirty morals that his father followed before him. He has sworn to himself to never become like Jin Guangshan. He swore to adore his wife and devote his whole soul and heart to her, as his body and mind have to take care of his people despite his deepest, most selfish desires.
“Do you want me to help you, dear husband?” Jiang Yanli asks with a softer tone, retracting her hands from his body. She waits for his answer with a calm gaze and an open attitude.
“I wouldn't want to impose the consequences of my foolishness upon you, A-Li,” he protests weakly, even though every part of him inside that foreign body screams at him to accept his beloved wife's touch and attention. He never has enough of them. Could never have. He craves everything Jiang Yanli is willing to give him.
“You cannot force me to do something I wish so earnestly to do,” she says sweetly, still combing her fingers through his hair like she often does when he comes back from a diplomatic trip. “Is that a yes?”
Jin Zixuan has to steel himself, close his eyes and chew the inside of his cheek, but eventually, he manages an answer.
“Yes.”
“Great.”
He tenses up, his anxiety suddenly spiking up as he waits for the next touch on this so ill-fitting skin. However, nothing comes.
“Please, look at me, A-Xuan,” Jiang Yanli coaxes him, ever so gentle. “I do not want to scare you or push you too far too quickly. We have the whole afternoon and the night ahead of us. We don't need to deal with the curse right away.”
“I would much prefer getting back my original form as soon as possible,” Jin Zixuan mumbles, opening his eyes but keeping them fixed on his nervous hands.
“Let's do it together, then,” Jiang Yanli whispers kindly, stroking the side of his face. “Just like everything else, right?”
“Hm…” Jin Zixuan has trouble holding her gaze. Although her words are sweet and coating his heart like honey, he cannot shake off the deep discomfort of being in the wrong body. He knows that Jiang Yanli's interest is far from superficial and that she values a person's mind rather than their looks, but there is this sharp sliver stabbing him in the guts that tells him that she despises his current appearance. Could it be disgust that keeps her hands from roaming his body like she often did since their first night together? Why would she not be disgusted when Jin Zixuan himself struggled to look at this grotesque parody of himself, having covered the mirror in their bedroom out of shame?
“A-Xuan. You are trembling.”
He clasps his hands together to stop the tremors betraying his internal panic. He cannot backtrack now.
“I am fine, A-Li. Let's get over with this,” he grits out in a definite tone.
“Alright,” she hums softly.
To his surprise, she leans into him and presses her lips against his, gently teasing his sensitive skin but not forcing her way through his clenched jaws. Jiang Yanli kisses him like they do on lazy evenings. A barely there contact of their bodies to feel the other, to signify their presence, to breathe the same air. Out of habit, Jin Zixuan answers in kind, moving his mouth minutely as his restlessness stops growing. Instead, it curls in on itself, becoming a hard mass of stress weighing on his guts. It is no less unnerving, but it is easier to manage.
Even though Jin Zixuan attempts to do his bit, trying not to be a burden for his wife, ultimately, she is the one to lead the dance, deciding of their pace and coaxing Jin Zixuan closer. He inhales her reassuring scent until he feels drunk on it. His hands naturally find the curve of her waist, feeling her plump flesh under the fabric. His body may not be the same, but the sensation under his palms is well known.
For a while, they simply kiss this way, sharing the air and lightly stroking each other's body.
“Oh, my A-Xuan,” Jiang Yanli murmurs adoringly. “You are so sweet for me.”
Jin Zixuan's ears burn at those words. His wife likes to call him pretty names and reward what could only be seen as a man's weakness to love. That meekness, his mother called it a flaw, but Jiang Yanli calls it a 'good job' and a 'cute behaviour'. Jin Zixuan is torn between denying and welcoming it. Even though Jiang Yanli makes sure to keep that language in their private quarters, Jin Zixuan cannot ignore the invisible eyes staring at him from the inside, haunting him with disappointed glares and lessons about the qualities that make a leader and, ultimately, a man. A man should command to his family and keep them in check. A man is obeyed both by his men and his house. A man's duty is to make sure his wife has nothing to complain about and remains obedient to him. Jin Zixuan is a man.
Except he isn't.
He isn't a man as the slender hand creeping over his chest uncomfortably highlights. Jiang Yanli's touch is dulled by the layers of fabric protecting his skin and yet he feels his breasts tingle. It is just like how his body sometimes reacts to his wife's caress, but a hundred times more intense. She does not even touch him for real yet and he can feel his nipples harden out of anticipation.
He stays absolutely still when her other hand starts to unknot his sash, opening his robes, lifting the fabric away from his body with such delicacy it feels life a butterfly wing is being removed from him. He has never felt so naked. But he stays unmoving and trusting, kissing his wife and trying to lose himself in the familiar motions of lips. When her fingers push another tail of his robes away, he opens his mouth, darting his tongue out to chase after Jiang Yanli's warmth and taste in her mouth, to which she freely gives access, not stopping her undertaking.
Jin Zixuan's skin grows clammy with anxious sweat, but he works through the unpleasant itchiness and the miserable certitude of being filthy to please his wife the best he can with only his tongue and lips. His arms cannot stay on Jiang Yanli's waist as she helps him out of his clothes.
Jin Zixuan's cautious probing of her sensitive mouth is rewarded by a honey-like sigh. Jin Zixuan likes sweets even though he should not indulge in such trivial desires.
He cannot have enough of Jiang Yanli's enthralling noises, of the honest expressions of her contentment, a rare sight to behold. Jiang Yanli is the first daughter of a prominent clan. In a way, they are more similar than Jin Zixuan had ever realised in his younger days.
Cradled in familiar waters, he runs the point of his tongue along her teeth, titillating the underside of her equally eager-and-careful tongue and rubbing the roof of her palate, where he knows she is sensitive like he isn't. She shivers and her fingers momentarily curl in his inner robes, pulling them down his shoulders. The ambient air instantly cools down the sweat that has gathered here, sending chills down Jin Zixuan's rigid frame.
Moaning softly as Jin Zixuan goes on mapping her mouth for the thousand-and-first time, she pulls down the inner robes with less care, trapping her husband's hands by his sides. Despite his solidly lodged anxiety, Jin Zixuan feels a flicker of arousal light up his belly. A warrior should not let his hands be bound, he should not accept to be made defenceless. But Jin Zixuan is not a warrior.
If anything were to happen, Jiang Yanli would be the first to protect them. While she did not dedicate herself to the path of cultivation, her mother taught her enough to protect herself. She would face any intruder and she would be the warrior. Jin Zixuan would not be one. Not here.
His fists clench in the fabric bunching around his hips as he takes a deep breath, reluctantly letting go of her to do so.
“A-Li,” he whispers.
“How do you feel? Is it good? Because you are being very good for me right now,” Jiang Yanli coos, taking on a high-pitched voice that no one dared to use to address Jin Zixuan ever. His heart is going to fail him.
“A-Li,” he repeats, almost like a whine. An unfamiliar sensation is brewing below his stomach. He knows it is arousal but the feeling is so starkly different from what usually stirs his guts when his erection harden that his anxiety clings to him closer.
“Shh, it's okay. We are going at your pace, remember?” Jiang Yanli reminds him, nothing but gentle.
Jin Zixuan nods jerkily. He feels his breasts sway with the motion and it makes him flinch. The mounds of fat are not little. They may be bigger than his wife's, actually. And much less beautiful. He does not dare to look at them for too long.
Jiang Yanli, on the other hand, has no qualms reaching out and cupping them in her palms, almost like she is trying to estimate their weights. She squeezes them.
Jin Zixuan closes his eyes and tries to remind himself of their goal. They are here to get rid of the curse. Jiang Yanli accepted to help him. It is the best scenario out of all the possibilities given his situation. It will be over soon. The uncomfortable knot tying itself tighter and tighter in his stomach will soon vanish once his energies are balanced and back to normal. Everything will go back to normal then, except for the impatience with which Jin Zixuan will give himself over to his wife, but no one had ever known about it, no one has to know about it. It is only a little whim he allows himself, a little deviation from the path of a warrior; it is fine.
“Your chest is so big, I'm almost jealous,” Jiang Yanli teases him gently as she kneads it, almost causing him pain. The flesh there is incredibly sensitive.
“Yours is way more beautiful,” Jin Zixuan mutters awkwardly.
“I'm flattered,” his wife laughs. “But I think yours are gorgeous.”
There is both shame and pride simmering in Jin Zixuan's belly. His body is confused. He is confused. Everything is almost like it usually is and a lot different at the same time.
“A-Xuan, please, open your eyes,” Jiang Yanli asks.
It is hard to follow her words, but it is easy to yield to her demand. Jin Zixuan opens his eyes, taking in Jiang Yanli's reddened face. Her gaze is glinting with excitement. There is not a trace of disgust in the warm brown of her irides. Her posture is completely lax and open, her fingers are splayed over his chest in an appreciative manner. The supple curve of her smile tells him she knows what effects her words have on him.
He avoids looking at his torso but it proves to become difficult as Jiang Yanli continues to squeeze them, leaning in to nibble his neck, travelling upwards to kiss the shell of his ear and taking the lobe between her lips. The sucking sounds always cause a violent reaction in Jin Zixuan – something about one of his keen senses being overloaded with erotic stimuli – and this time is no different.
“Anh,” Jin Zixuan moans, his hands pulling at his makeshift bounds. “A-Li…”
Jiang Yanli licks around the edge of his ear hole and a spasm seizes his full body. “Ah!”
“That's it, A-Xuan,” Jiang Yanli kisses into his skin. “It feels good, right? I'm making you feel good, no?”
“Yes,” Jin Zixuan answers at once, shivering as curious fingers brush against his nipple, rubbing the sensitive flesh around them before pinching the little nub gradually.
Jin Zixuan squirms under the wave of foreign sensations. His chest tingles and he can feel his nipples harden even more under Jiang Yanli's ministration. Goosebumps have taken over his whole body.
“Such sensitive things,” Jiang Yanli says with a cajoling tone. “Don't you think it is cute?”
“I-I don't know,” Jin Zixuan stammers, feeling a deep blush settle on his face. This sensation, at least, is nothing unfamiliar.
“Look how perky they are,” Jiang Yanli coos, flickering a nipple, drawing a weak sound from Jin Zixuan. “How full.” She grabs a handful of the plump flesh. “It can only taste sweet, too.”
Jin Zixuan inhales sharply when he feels her mouth close around his nipple, pressing her hot tongue around it and teasing the sensitive flesh. Her other hand is busy pulling on his other breast, sending zips of pleasure in his stomach each time she pinches his vulnerable flesh. If his hands were free, he would have gripped her head and dragged it away, or maybe closer. He doesn't know. Shame wages war against pleasure but it is losing, withering under her relentless attention, drowning in her gentle domination.
He mindlessly pushes his chest forward when she releases his nipple, leaving only her saliva on it. As cold air brushes against it, Jin Zixuan feels his chest winds tighter still, just like the pressure in his stomach. He whines as his chest is left unattended before Jiang Yanli's teeth sink in his breast. She decorates his changed body with bites, stripping him of all coherent thoughts. There is only her unending, gentle ministrations and the proficient flow of her words.
“Just like I thought,” she says, barely leaning away from his skin to talk. “Your body is so sweet, A-Xuan. I wonder what else is sweet.”
Jin Zixuan does not know either, but he knows that Jiang Yanli will have her way and taste whatever there is to taste. He is almost excited about it, although apprehension remains.
Jiang Yanli does not let go of his chest once she has established that it tasted sweet. She continues to bite its flesh, equally distributing her love marks on both mounds. Her hands are still on his nipples, now puffy, and abusing them with all her gentleness. He moans loudly when she takes one of them in her mouth and sucks. The tender flesh is so much more sensitive now and he feels like liquid fire is flowing in his veins, pooling in his stomach. The top of his thighs is now wet; he can feel it. Soon enough, he is squirming and rubbing his legs together as much as he can with the way his robes limit his motions. His nether regions claim attention.
However, Jiang Yanli does not seem to be done with Jin Zixuan's chest, still concentrating all her focus on it like some hungry dog chewing on a bone until nothing remains. By now, Jin Zixuan's chest is littered with red marks and it is almost unbearably sensitive. The stream of praises that pours out of his wife's damning mouth does not help at all.
“Look how cute they are,” she breathes, nuzzling the space between his breasts, still tweaking his swollen nipple. “They are so jiggly and beautiful. Don't you think they are cute? Don't you think they look good on you, husband? I never thought I would be graced with such a view one day. My dear darling, with his gorgeous bosom that I can tease and bite all I want, leaving as many marks as I desire while you let me do whatever and look at me with those eyes.” She sighs dreamily, freeing one of her hands to cup Jin Zixuan's face and kiss him, breathing in his pantings. “Do you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”
Jin Zixuan blushes furiously and he averts his eyes. He does feel good. Jiang Yanli's undivided attention on his person, whatever its form, is always enjoyable. However, he is still acutely aware of his diminished state and the mistake that led to this situation.
“A-Li, maybe we could…” He starts weakly. His gaze drops to his lap, where his inner robes are covering his lower half. There is shame in him but also a burning hunger that gnaws at his insides. He needs stimulation. He needs an outlet for the restlessness burrowed in his bones. He needs release. “A-Li, please.”
“What is it, A-Xuan?” Jiang Yanli asks after a quick peck on his parted lips, glossy with spit. She licked the excess of saliva off, causing him to moan and lose the capability to think for a second. Her hands are like fire where they rest on his hip and torso. With so many good feelings, it is hard to remember what was so wrong with feeling pleasure in the first place. “What? Did you lose your tongue? Should I help you find it?”
With no warning, she thrusts her fingers in Jin Zixuan's mouth, pressing onto his tongue. Jin Zixuan whines and buckles as she catches the supple muscle between two fingers, pulling it out of his mouth. Jin Zixuan cannot keep from drooling. He has to look gross in his creased robes, saliva running down his blotchy face and his chest covered in bite marks. There are even tears welling up in his eyes to complete the pitiful picture. However, Jiang Yanli does not seem to care one bit. Her other hand tilts his chin up so that she can run her tongue along his throat, tasting his shivers and savouring his yelps when she bites his neck. Her fingers play with his tongue for a short while before shoving back in, going as far as Jin Zixuan can take them before his body protests. He gulps around them to try and keep from making a mess, moaning the whole time.
His nether regions are completely slicked-up now and he fears that he might be leaking onto the floorboard. He clenches around nothing, feeling an emptiness like he has never experienced before, his hole begging to be filled. The mere contact of his abused nipples against Jiang Yanli's plush chest is enough to heighten his pleasure, pushing it to maddening levels. He is trembling out of need now.
“My perfect husband,” Jiang Yanli murmurs lovingly. “My A-Xuan. So pretty for me.”
Jin Zixuan mindlessly nods. He cannot answer with his mouth filled to the brim with her fingers. He can only take them. His brain is foggy. Whatever his wife wants, he wants as well. The desperate urge to seek release is a thundering echo in his stomach, an urge as big as a dragon but smaller than a sky. Jiang Yanli is his sky and Jin Zixuan is her whatever she wants. Man, woman, whatever.
His hips rise abruptly when one of her hands slides down his stomach to probe at the place where fabric snugly fit around his waist, trapping his hands and legs. His breathing hitches when her slender index finger wriggles in, getting closer to his thrumming core. He is trembling with anticipation now.
Her finger is pressing right above his slit.
Jin Zixuan rocks his hips forward, hoping to get her touch to wander lower, but she retracts her hand. He whines in protest and frowns petulantly.
“Patience, my beloved,” Jiang Yanli chides. “Let's get you onto the bed. I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
She pulls out her fingers from his mouth with a slick sound. The saliva that was kept inside by her hand pours down Jin Zixuan's chin against his will, making him moan pitifully. “A-Li…”
“Oh, it's nothing, A-Xuan. Let's fix this,” she says reassuringly, pulling out a handkerchief from her long sleeves, cleaning Jin Zixuan's face and bringing his attention back to his state, so debauched, so far from the sang-froid expected from him. He does not find in him to worry about it. Jiang Yanli is all that matters and she only has nice things to say to and about him.
“You are doing so good, my love. Can you stand up for me? We need to get rid of those clothes.”
Jin Zixuan mechanically helps her to remove the last pieces of garments from his body, becoming effectively naked in front of his fully dressed wife. If anyone were to walk on them like that, there would be no doubt about who had the power in this room. Jin Zixuan does not care. When Jiang Yanli points at the bed like she would show a target to a dog, Jin Zixuan obeys to the silent order and walks out of the heap of clothes at his feet to their bed. His thighs are so soaked with his slick that he can feel and hear it at each step. The realisation sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.
Jiang Yanli joins him once he lies down on the mattress, stroking his sweaty hair locks with loving hands. Jin Zixuan feels like a man on the verge of death when she kisses him, drinking her in the kiss, caressing her body like he may never touch it again, feeling so feverish and aware of the low thrumming beneath his stomach. His hole is fluttering. He needs Jiang Yanli to take care of it right now.
“So eager, A-Xuan,” she praises him again, causing him to clench hard onto nothing. “So good to please me. Can you tell me how you feel?”
“Good, A-Li,” Jin Zixuan slurs, letting his hands lose themselves in the folds of her clothes – purple and gold, like them.
“And what do you want?” She asks teasingly, caressing his taut stomach.
“Touch me,” Jin Zixuan whimpers pitifully, spreading his legs shamelessly. One of his hands goes downwards before Jiang Yanli catches it and pins it beside Jin Zixuan's head.
“No, A-Xuan. Shameless. Let me take care of you.”
Those magic words turn Jin Zixuan into a boneless mass of simmering excitement.
“What do you say, Husband?”
“Yes, A-Li.”
“Good boy.”
Jin Zixuan moans loudly, clenching his hands in Jiang Yanli's robes.
“Anh… A-Li, please,” he begs, his legs shaking with arousal and his hands trembling with the need to touch himself.
“Right away, my sweet husband.”
Her hand trails down his stomach to the slit, gaping where there was a cock until the previous day. Jiang Yanli slides a finger over it, seeing how wet her husband was for her, his slick coating her finger in abundance. She presses one lip to the side, taking in the pink throbbing flesh that is uncovered.
“So wet for me… What a good husband you are for me, A-Xuan,” she croons approvingly.
He gasps in shock as her whole hand closes over his pussy, pressing on the slit and tapping the tips of her fingers on his perineum. There is an obscene sound as his slick is squeezed out of his pussy under the pressure. There is just so much of his juices. They drip down Jiang Yanli's hand when she takes it off.
Jin Zixuan can only look, powerless, as she licks her hand clean of his slick. He writhes under her unwavering stare, wishing that she drank the juice at its source instead.
“You do taste sweet,” his wife muses with a gleeful smile that makes her eyes twinkle.
A jumbled mess of sounds is all that leaves Jin Zixuan's mouth.
It is not enough. His hips rock against nothing.
“Yes, I know. But you have to stay still if you want me to take care of you,” Jiang Yanli says. “Show that you are a good boy who deserves to be fucked.”
Jin Zixuan's mind blanks at the words and his body freezes as a new wave of arousal crashes over him.
Jiang Yanli is going to fuck him. She is going to take what is hers in his deepest part. She is going to ravage him and make it so that no one else will ever come close to compete with her hold over Jin Zixuan's heart.
“I will be good,” he whispers. “For you, always.”
Jiang Yanli grins.
“I know. I'm just teasing you.”
Her gaze shifts back to his pussy. Jin Zixuan's eyes follow it. It is easier to look at this body now. The honest desire that his wife showed it has made it less scary. With his mind cleared from panic, Jin Zixuan can see that it is not so different from his original body. He thought he had lost some of his muscles, that some curves were more pronounced and that his hips were excessively large, but it does not look like it is the case. Without his robes to hide and alter his silhouette, his body looks pretty normal beside his breasts and vulva. Even Jiang Yanli's hand on his thigh looks exactly like it should, the muscle filling the space between her fingers like it always did. This body is not foreign at all.
Jiang Yanli's finger pushes past his entrance and Jin Zixuan cries out. The feeling is strange but pleasurable once he can focus on it. The intrusion does not hurt at all and Jin Zixuan is made extremely aware of the movements of the finger inside him as it probs at his inner walls.
Jiang Yanli starts a slow motion of thrusting in and out, soon adding a second finger in once Jin Zixuan relaxes enough. Arousal is still cramping his stomach, but the new sensation partially eclipses it.
“How is it?” Jiang Yanli enquires kindly.
“Nice,” Jin Zixuan drawls.
“Just 'nice'?” Jiang Yanli retorts with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Before Jin Zixuan can correct his statement, she leans over him and takes back his nipple into her mouth, causing him to arch off the bed with a shout. The double stimulation is driving him crazy between the velvety softness wrapped around such a tender part of himself and the pleasure of finally being penetrated.
He almost does not notice when she slips another finger inside him, working him open and getting his slick to gush out of him in a thick flow that drips onto the mattress. Her motions gain in amplitude and strength, her hand slapping against his pussy rhythmically and pushing obscene sounds out of his mouth.
His thighs are trembling from the nearing release when she pulls out her fingers and leaves him empty and on the edge of frenzy. Before he can protest, a sharp wave of pleasure courses through him as she thumbs what feels like a raw nerve ending sticking out of his body above his slit.
“What-”
“That's your clit, A-Xuan. Feels rather great, right?”
Jin Zixuan cannot answer because she relentlessly bullies this weak spot during the next moments, bringing him to his orgasm so fast he is left hiccuping on the mattress, bleary eyes unable to focus on anything as his mind is filled with static noise. He did not even have the time to shout or moan.
Jiang Yanli strokes his hair until his breathing comes back to a regular pace, rubbing his stomach with her free hand. When she stands up, Jin Zixuan cannot follow her. He tries to grab her sleeve.
“A-Li?”
“Don't worry, we are not done,” his wife assures him, quickly undressing in front of him.
Soon, she is as naked as he is. Instead of joining him right away, she rummages through the sleeves of her outer coat until she finds what she was looking for. Jin Zixuan's jaw falls agape when he realises what she is brandishing and bringing back with her to the bed.
It is a phallus carved in a piece of jade. The craftsmanship is indisputable, but he can hardly bear to look at the obscene thing.
“Isn't it well done?” Jiang Yanli asks agreeably, putting it down on the mattress next to Jin Zixuan's hip. “It looks like a real one.”
“A-Li, what is this for?” Her husband enquires with a hue of worry in his tone.
“Well, you see. We need to balance your energies and, specifically, strengthen your yang energy. To maximise the effect, it is best that the energy be shared through dual cultivation. However, it is not possible in our current situation. So Doctor Wen entrusted this tool to me, telling me to give it to you. It is filled with yang energy,” she explains enthusiastically. “But you see, there is a very simple way for us to use it. You just have to wait a little.”
Turning around, she picks up her qiankun pouch from the ground and pulls out what looks like a few straps of leather out of it. Under Jin Zixuan's curious frown, she adjusts the accessory to her hips, pulling on the straps to secure it around her thighs and waist. There is a circular shape framing her vagina. Every dot connects in Jin Zixuan's mind when she picks up the jade phallus and screws its base into the strap.
He can only stare at the carved stone as his wife kneels onto the bed beside him. It swings when she moves, almost like one made of flesh. Jin Zixuan cannot take his eyes off of it. A mix of fascination and fear pools in his stomach.
“Ready?”
“I just came,” he points out in an almost confused voice.
“You can come again. It's one perk of having this set of genitalia,” Jiang Yanli answers with assurance, pushing Jin Zixuan's legs open, making space for herself.
Jin Zixuan lets himself be manhandled. While he is still wary of the jade cock, he cannot deny that he is curious about it. He can tell that Jiang Yanli wants to experience this, too. She massages his legs with a thoughtful expression, making sure that he is comfortable.
The sight fills him with happiness. Apprehension bleeds out of him progressively, but he cannot keep himself from demanding more attention from his wife.
“I am tired, A-Li,” he moans like some spoilt brat.
“I know, A-Xuan,” Jiang Yanli answers, immediately rising on her knees to caress his face. “It will be over soon, I promise.”
She kisses him deeply, cutting his air supply and ravaging his mouth before pulling out. Jin Zixuan is panting again, feeling his arousal come back to life. He pulls down his wife for another kiss to muffle the loud noises that escape him when her left hand grabs his breast. Between his legs, one cautious finger is tracing the edge of his hole, rubbing against it until it is fluttering hungrily. Slick starts to trickle out of his pussy again as he moans and moans into Jiang Yanli's mouth.
He breaks off the kiss when she teases his erected clitoris, shouting his renewed pleasure. Tremors are coursing through his legs again, less violent but no less urgently. Jiang Yanli's hand finds his waist and holds it still as she aligns the jade cock against his opening. She thrusts a few times against his slit, the cold cockhead bumping against his clitoris, to coat the jade in his slick.
“I am going in,” she warns him with a strained voice before pushing slowly inside him.
His mouth opens, no sound escaping it. The sensation is nothing like being penetrated by fingers. The carved jade is girthier, longer and inflexible, an unyielding rod breaching his most tender part and claiming it with no way to resist its progression. Jin Zixuan can only gasp and writhe on the bed, a hand tangled in his hair, to withstand its overwhelming presence.
“A-Li! A-Li, A-Li, A-li,” he blabbers deliriously before it hits his deepest wall. “Ah!”
Jiang Yanli mercilessly grinds the jade cock against Jin Zixuan's deepest spot, watching him sob with a lustful look. She starts a quick, explosive pace, her hips slapping against Jin Zixuan's bottom each time she buries her cock inside him.
Jin Zixuan can only take it, unabashedly loud and as pathetic as he can get to please Jiang Yanli. Hiccups cut his whiny noises off each time she slams into him. It is so much. He is completely overwhelmed by what is happening, happy to simply exist without a thought in his mind that is not the cock drilling into him or the woman handling it. He drools again, but this time Jiang Yanli does not take the time to wipe it off his face.
She looks close to her climax as well, panting jaggedly and frowning as her pace speeds up to rabbit fast, barely pulling her cock out before thrusting in again, plowing Jin Zixuan's insides raw.
He loves it. He loves his wife. And he loves being thoroughly fucked by her and held by her gentle hands. He feels cared for in a way that he never experienced before their wedding. Here, in their private rooms, he does not have to worry about being a man and a warrior, a political figure, an example of greatness that has to live by the family values at all times. He is simply Jin Zixuan, and it is heavenly.
“A-Li!” He yelps when she pinches his clitoris, the pleasure-pain frying his last cognitive capabilities.
Soon, he feels the telltale tremors of orgasm take over his body, tensing up his muscles like taut ropes ready to snap. Jiang Yanli drives into him a few more times through his mind-shattering orgasm, rubbing her clitoris to find her own release, bent over her husband and careful not to hurt him.
When it's all over, she loosens the straps around her hips to fling the accessory somewhere in the bedroom.
They can take care of cleanup the next day.
She picks up one of her inner robes and carefully wipes Jin Zixuan clean, careful not to rub too harshly over the bite marks littering his body.
Afterwards, they lie down on the clean half of the bed, tired beyond words. Sated beyond words, too.
“When will the effects of the curse wear off?” Jin Zixuan asks with a low, slurred voice, already half asleep.
“Probably during the night. If not, we can try again until your energies are sufficiently balanced,” Jiang Yanli offers with a smile and rosy cheeks.
Jin Zixuan averts his eyes, grumbling something inaudible as his face heats.
Still, he lets Jiang Yanli's gentle hands pull him fast against her as they slip into slumber.