Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 942: A Colossal Secret (part 2)

WARNING: Spicy hot chapter. Might be di$turbing for some.

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Although Wanyan Liang had been deceived by the opponent’s stratagem that night, allowing Song Qingshu to take his wife’s b0dy, he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes. Now, feeling the passionate embrace and ki$$ of the two on the bed, he was filled with both rage and sorrow.

Though he couldn’t see, he noticed that Tudan Jing had unconsciously risen onto her toes, a clear indication of how fervent their ki$$ was.

“Nghh..chuup…choo~”

The thought of Wanyan Liang under the bed made Song Qingshu’s heart race slightly faster. He indulged in ki$$ing Tudan Jing’s moist, cherry-like lips, his t0ngue almost roughly exploring her m0uth, occasionally sucking on her smooth, soft t0ngue.

“Nghh..chuu…nhhh~”

Tudan Jing had been reluctant earlier that day. After all, her husband’s life hung by a thread, and as his wife, how could she willingly engage in such acts with another m@n? But Song Qingshu’s skillful techniques stirred hidden de$ires within her, melting her resistance. Gradually, she began to instinctively resp0nd to his advances.

Perhaps aware of the presence under the bed, Song Qingshu was in no hurry to move Tudan Jing onto the bed. Instead, he had her sit on the edge while he stood before her, leaning down to ki$$ her snow-white neck. His large hands r0amed freely over her soft b0dy, caressing her firm peaks through her cl0thing.

“Ahhng..chuup…hmphh~”

From Wanyan Liang’s perspective, he saw Song Qingshu suddenly stand up, followed by his w!fe’s legs parting slightly to accommodate him. The bed dipped under Song Qingshu’s weight as he pressed d0wn up0n her.

A sudden tearing sound echoed—Song Qingshu had gripped Tudan Jing’s c0llar and ripped her g@rment open.

Tudan Jing felt a coolness on her chest as her tender, firm mounds sprang free. Amid her shame and embarrassment, a wave of intense excitement surged within her. She couldn’t help but coquettishly protest, “If you wanted to undress me, you could have just said so. I wouldn’t have refused. Why be so rough? You’ve torn my cl0thes—how will I face anyone later… Mmm…” Before she could finish, her words were cut off.

Though Wanyan Liang couldn’t see, he could vividly imagine the scene above: his wife’s delicate n!pple now captured by Song Qingshu’s m0uth, while his filthy hand slipped inside her cl0thes to f0ndle her full mounds. 

“Hhhng! Ahhhn~”

And his wife’s m0ans confirmed his fears.

The sounds from the bed were unmistakable, and Wanyan Liang’s heart bled. Over the years, he had roamed through countless w0men, ruining the ch@stity of many virtuous wives. Yet now, his beloved w!fe was being wantonly pleasured by another m@n right before him, and he was utterly powerless to stop it. Regret, frustration, rage, and helplessness flooded his mind.

Wanyan Liang’s eyes burned with fury as he watched the four ent@ngled legs swaying before him. 

Suddenly, he saw Tudan Jing’s legs part even wider. His heart leaped into his throat, uncertain whether he could bear the thought of another m@n penetrating his wife’s b0dy.

But then he remembered that night at Tang Kuo residence and felt a wave of despair. That man had already entered his wife’s b0dy countless times.

A sudden flash caught his eye as pieces of cl0thing fell to the floor, revealing Tudan Jing’s slender, shapely calves. A chill ran through Wanyan Liang’s heart: his usually dignified and composed wife was now completely exp0sed before another m@n.

Yet, perhaps because he realized that what had already happened between them that night was irreversible, Wanyan Liang suddenly felt a strange sense of acceptance. 

An absurd thought even crossed his mind: I wonder how large Song Qingshu really is?

Just then, he saw a m@n’s large hand reach out and grasp his w!fe’s delicate calf. In the next moment, both of her legs disappeared from view, replaced by the m@n’s hairy ones. 

It took Wanyan Liang a moment to realize that Song Qingshu had likely lifted her legs onto his shoulders and was now positioning himself.

Though Wanyan Liang repeatedly reminded himself that Song Qingshu had already been with Tudan Jing and that he should let go, the thought of a thick, masculine peni$ soon penetrating his wife’s snow-white, delicate b0dy made his heart feel as though it were bleeding.

Suddenly, the calf in front of him jerked forward. 

Wanyan Liang heard a distinct, slick “Puchak” sound followed by Tudan Jing’s soft, melodious m0an: “Mmm…” Even a fool could guess what had just happened.

Wanyan Liang was frozen in place, his eyes blankly fixed on the man’s legs moving rhythmically before him. He listened to Tudan Jing’s continuous, tender m0ans: “Ah… Mmm… Ah…Ahhng~”

Pah! Puchak!

Pah! Puchak!

The wet sounds of thrusting and the slapping of b0dies colliding reminded Wanyan Liang of the frequency and intensity with which the other m@n was penetrating his w!fe. To his horror, he realized his own b0dy was reacting.

Driven by some unspeakable mischievous desire, Song Qingshu deliberately lowered one of Tudan Jing’s legs, allowing her heel to rest on the floor. With each of his thru$ts, her toes would rise high, followed by a slight tremble in her delicate calf. This way, Wanyan Liang could witness firsthand how much ple@sure his w!fe was experiencing.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

“Ahhhng!”

“Ahhhng…Ahhh!”

Wanyan Liang instantly understood Song Qingshu’s intention, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as the man’s legs moved faster and faster, the wet sounds growing louder, and Tudan Jing’s moans turning into rhythmic cries.

He had never imagined his usually reserved wife could be so wanton. During their intimate moments, she would only bite her lip and emit soft, shallow m0ans—never anything like this.

At this moment, Wanyan Liang felt all his strength drain away. This wasn’t about power or martial prowess; it was a direct comparison between men. Clearly, based on his wife’s reaction, he fell short compared to Song Qingshu. Even if he suddenly gained peerless martial skills, reclaimed the throne, and crushed Song Qingshu beneath his feet, he would still be a loser. In Song Qingshu’s presence, he would always be the defeated one.

After what felt like an eternity, the movements on the bed finally ceased. 

Tudan Jing’s raised leg drooped down, and seeing his wife’s limp, weakened calf, Wanyan Liang let out a long sigh of relief. 

The nightmare was finally over!

But just then, Song Qingshu suddenly spoke: “Princess, turn over.” 

Wanyan Liang was stunned! 

‘After all this time, he’s going again? Is Song Qingshu even human?’

He then heard Tudan Jing’s breathless reply: “Now you remember I’m a princess? Is this any way to treat a princess?”

Song Qingshu laughed heartily: “A princess? Right now, you’re just a w0man in my bed.”

“You’re the demon of my destiny. Ah, I really can’t handle you.” Despite her complaint, Tudan Jing tremblingly turned over. Whether it was due to being r@vaged too intensely or something else, she suddenly lost her balance and knelt on the floor.

Wanyan Liang’s heart leaped into his throat. If Tudan Jing discovered him under the bed now, his last shred of dignity would be ruthlessly torn away.

Fortunately, Song Qingshu’s large hand suddenly reached out to support her mounds, halting her fall. After all, he also had no desire for Tudan Jing to learn the truth.

In that moment, seeing Song Qingshu’s hand gripping his wife’s soft mounds, Wanyan Liang felt not a trace of anger but even a hint of gratitude.

“It’s all your fault. You’ve nearly worn me out,” Tudan Jing complained weakly. Too exhausted to move, she remained on her knees, leaning her upper b0dy against the bed.

Song Qingshu’s expression turned peculiar. After a moment’s hesitation, he simply moved closer, supporting Tudan Jing’s snow-white, upturned h!ps, adjusted his angle, and thrust into her with an even louder, wetter sound than before.

Puuuchk!

“Ohhh~” Tudan Jing’s m0an was even more alluring and prolonged.

From Wanyan Liang’s angle, he could see the half-torn skirt still hanging from Tudan Jing’s w@ist, her pale, rounded th!ghs partially visible mere inches from his face. A pair of masculine hands gripped her slender w@ist, and through the gap between her legs, he caught glimpses of a thick, enormous object thru$ting into his w!fe’s tender rear. 

With each of Song Qingshu’s forceful impacts, Tudan Jing’s thighs trembled, and she emitted dreamlike, seductive m0ans.

‘Is he an ox?’ Wanyan Liang stared in disbelief, feeling a deep sense of inferiority. ‘How could it possibly be so large? No wonder my usually quiet and obedient w!fe was so quickly reduced to a wanton seductress by him.’

“I can’t take it anymore… I can’t… Ahng~” Tudan Jing’s m0ans grew increasingly urgent, and the m@n’s heavy breathing intensified.

Wanyan Liang’s trousers were already soaked. Seeing Tudan Jing reduced to a limp mess while Song Qingshu showed no signs of finishing, he bitterly thought, ‘This b@stard really has no regard for someone else’s w!fe.’

Unconsciously, Tudan Jing’s hands gripped the edge of the bed, her delicate, slender fingers tightly clutching the frame. 

Wanyan Liang’s heart ached at the sight.

After a while, Song Qingshu held Tudan Jing tightly and ceased moving. 

“Hrrrmph!”

Wanyan Liang knew he must have ej@culated inside his wife. 

“Acck…nhhhhh!” Tudan Jing’s b0dy trembled rhythmically, as if receiving wave after wave of Song Qingshu’s hot release. 

At this moment, Wanyan Liang felt no anger, only numbness and a sense of relief.

Chrrrrt…

Wanyan Liang almost heard the sound of Song Qingshu withdrawing from Tudan Jing’s b0dy. She remained motionless, as if completely drained. Soon, he saw a trickle of milky-white fluid slowly sliding down her rounded, firm th!gh. Tudan Jing lacked even the strength to wipe it away.

“Princess, how was it?” Knowing Wanyan Liang had seen enough, Song Qingshu supported Tudan Jing’s hips and lifted her onto the bed.

“It’s all your fault. My legs have gone weak,” she replied in a tone bordering on a whimper. 

Wanyan Liang felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He had always prided himself on his skill, believing he could satisfy any w0man he bedded. Yet he had never brought her to such a state. It seemed that in the face of absolute prowess, technique was utterly insignificant.

The two w0men hiding under the bed were also flushed and weak. Initially, they had taken pleasure in watching Wanyan Liang’s reactions, savoring the sweetness of revenge.

But before long, the intensity of Song Qingshu’s movements drew their attention outward. Especially when Tudan Jing knelt before the bed and Song Qingshu entered her from behind, the two w0men saw everything clearly.

Pucha Alihu, experienced as she was, was startled by the sight of Song Qingshu’s b0dy. ‘He looks so refined on the outside—how could he be so… well-endowed?’

Like Wanyan Liang, her surprise wasn’t due to lack of experience but ignorance of Song Qingshu’s cultivation of the Joyful Meditation Technique and the nourishment from the pure Yin energy of his numerous companions, which had enhanced his size beyond the norm.

Seeing that thick, veined, and formidable member, Pucha Alihu felt a pang of soreness and inwardly gasped. ‘How can Tudan Jing’s delicate b0dy possibly withstand that?’

As for Wanyan Zhongjie, being inexperienced, she wasn’t as shocked as her mother. She assumed all men were similarly sized and paled at the thought. ‘If something that thick were to thrust into me, wouldn’t it tear my small frame apart?’

However, both women were soon captivated by the wet sounds, the rhythmic slapping of b0dies, and Tudan Jing’s melodious m0ans. They felt waves of heat surging within them, dampening their cl0thes.

Pucha Alihu bit her lip, inwardly sighing. ‘After years of nightmares, I thought I’d lost interest in such matters. Who would have thought just listening would bring me to clim@x?’

Wanyan Zhongjie, lacking such experience, mistook her reaction for incontinence. Humiliated and angry, she glanced guiltily at her mother. Relieved that she hadn’t been noticed, she thought, ‘I must never let anyone know about this—it’s too embarrassing! It’s all Song Qingshu’s fault for taking so long and making me lose face like this.’

On the bed, Song Qingshu’s soothing ki$$es and comforting words reached their ears. 

Pucha Alihu mused, ‘He is a gentle and considerate man. Perhaps being taken from Wanyan Liang isn’t such a bad thing for Tudan Jing after all.’

When the time seemed right, Song Qingshu pressed Tudan Jing’s acupoint, rendering her unconscious, and then helped the three out from under the bed.

Pucha Alihu emerged with flushed cheeks and eyes glistening with moisture. 

Wanyan Zhongjie’s jade-like face burned with embarrassment as she swatted away Song Qingshu’s helping hand. “Don’t touch me.”

Song Qingshu shrugged, unwilling to argue with a young girl.

Having seen the desired reaction on Wanyan Liang’s face, Pucha Alihu felt most of her hatred dissipate. Coupled with her current physical state, she worried Song Qingshu might notice, which would be utterly humiliating. Making up an excuse, she hurriedly left with her daughter, leaving Song Qingshu momentarily bewildered.

Song Qingshu then dragged Wanyan Liang out. Noticing the wet stain on his trousers, he asked with a faint smile, “How was the experience, Your Highness?”

Wanyan Liang smiled bitterly. “At first, I wanted to tear you to pieces. But later, I came to understand—we are the same kind of people. If our positions were reversed, I would likely have done the same. As the saying goes, ‘The devil is always one step ahead.’ I was outmatched and became the loser. I have no one to blame but myself.”

Song Qingshu was taken aback by his magnanimity. “I admired you three parts before, but now it’s nearly half.”

“Hearing such words in this situation feels ironically mocking,” Wanyan Liang replied expressionlessly, glancing at his disheveled wife on the bed, her thighs streaked with $emen.

Song Qingshu smiled, lifted Tudan Jing into his arms, and headed for the door. “Considering our past acquaintance, if you have any last wishes, I might fulfill them—if I’m in the mood.”

Wanyan Liang hesitated before speaking. “Though I know this is the victor’s pity, I’ll accept your generosity. I thought about asking you to treat Tudan Jing well, but since you kept the truth from her from start to finish, clearly intending to protect her, I need not worry about that. I do have another wish, and I believe you won’t refuse me.”

Song Qingshu’s interest was piqued. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Someday, take Pucha Alihu and Wanyan Zhongjie to the same bed and ravish that exquisite m0ther-daughter pair thoroughly,” Wanyan Liang said through gritted teeth. In truth, his greatest hatred was not for Song Qingshu but for Pucha Alihu and Wanyan Zhongjie, knowing they were the masterminds behind today’s events.

Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow. “How can you be sure I’ll agree?”

Wanyan Liang smiled. “Because you and I are the same kind of people.”

Hearing this, Song Qingshu also smiled and left the cell carrying the disheveled Tudan Jing…

Over the next few days, Song Qingshu methodically took control of the court’s power, installing his trusted aides in key positions and filling the power vacuum left by the recent coup.

One day, while reviewing memorials, he was informed that Xiao Yu, Wanyan Liang’s chief strategist, claimed to possess a monumental secret in exchange for his life.