Chapter 3

The thing in his mouth continued to swell. Lian Ai struggled to keep sucking, saliva leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping down to soak his chin.

He knew this man wasn’t just some ordinary brothel customer. This was someone who held his entire future in his hands. There was no room for mistakes. He threw himself into the act, using every skill he had been taught. His tongue moved like a serpent, skillfully circling, licking, pressing, and stroking.

He had once been the best among all students. Even when given a lifeless wooden shaft, he could make it echo with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room with heat. Let alone Bu Nian’s, which was firm, massive, and stunningly well-shaped. It was a prime specimen in every sense.

Lian Ai had been taught that a man taking too long to release during oral wasn’t a good sign. It meant the bedslave was inadequate, unable to satisfy his client. The best oral technique struck a balance, just long enough to please the customer, but not so long that the performer grew tired.

He kept that in mind, trying his best to make Bu Nian climax within the time it would take to finish a cup of tea. He even used one hand to gently knead the man’s sac, but nothing worked.

Frustration began creeping in. He let the cock slip from his mouth and rubbed it against his cheek, whispering with a hoarse voice, “General, you’re incredible…”

His voice was even rougher now after the extended oral play.

He thought maybe his skill had dulled. That he was no longer the male bedslave who could make even a god spill in under a minute. So he switched tactics, adding fuel to the fire, trying to further stir Bu Nian’s lust.

“Lian Ai loves it so much… ah…” he moaned shamelessly, lips parted in a wet, breathy gasp. Filthy and bold.

The cock beside his face grew harder with his cries, so rigid it pulsed with heat. In the shadows, Bu Nian clenched his jaw, hands gripping the sides of the seat. Veins stood out across the backs of his hands, and sweat beaded at his temples.

His jaw tightened, clearly straining at the edge of control.

Just then, the carriage hit a rock. The entire space jolted violently. Lian Ai, blindfolded and unable to keep his balance, nearly toppled to the side, but Bu Nian caught his arm in time.

The hairpin came loose and fell with a muffled clink onto the cushion. His long hair spilled down in a soft black wave.

Before his heartbeat could settle, pain shot through his scalp. His head was yanked back, face forced upward into a strained and uncomfortable angle.

He could barely breathe and gasped in protest. “General… it hurts…”

Before he could finish, his face was suddenly splashed with a thick rush of hot liquid, reeking of musky scent.

White cum streaked across his face, soaking the blindfold. The heavy fluid slid down slowly under the force of release. He stuck out his tongue, licking the sticky mess from the corner of his mouth. He even dipped a fingertip into it and brought it into his mouth to suck. His delicate features, usually so clean and soft, now carried the same lewd intensity he had shown on stage.

Bu Nian let out a low breath, fingers pinching Lian Ai’s chin. He wiped the corner of his lips with a thumb, then pushed it into his mouth, playing with his soft, wet tongue.

“Very good.” Bu Nian’s usually cold voice carried a hint of satisfaction.

Lian Ai kept his mouth open obediently, letting him play as he pleased. Saliva dripped down from the corners of his lips, smearing his face into an utter mess.

A word of praise from the general himself. Did that mean he had been approved? That this livestock had been marked and was ready to be taken home?

Bu Nian said nothing else after that. Lian Ai didn’t dare speak either. He simply sat quietly in the corner.

He didn’t know how much time passed before the carriage finally came to a halt. A breeze brushed across his face as Bu Nian stepped out first. Lian Ai waited a moment, then suddenly remembered his face was still a sticky mess. He hurriedly wiped it clean with his sleeve. Just as he finished, he heard movement at the door.

“Please get out, young master.”

The voice was rough and deep. Likely one of the same soldiers from before.

Lian Ai was helped down from the carriage. After walking a short distance, they crossed over a threshold. After another stretch, about as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea, the escort left him standing there and walked away.

He didn’t dare move. He stood in place for a long time, long enough for his legs to go numb, before he finally heard a door open.

“Still standing there like a fool? You can take the blindfold off now.”

At the sound of the voice, Lian Ai immediately pulled the black cloth from his eyes. Standing not far from him was Bu Nian, watching him quietly.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” Bu Nian clasped his hands behind his back as he walked slowly toward the grand chair in front and sat down.

Lian Ai glanced around cautiously. The decor here was as refined and grand as the previous estate, but something felt different. This likely wasn’t the general’s manor.

“Lian Ai does not know,” he replied honestly.

Bu Nian gave a few light claps. The door opened again. Two young women entered, one after the other. They were dressed in dark red training robes. Their features were delicate and striking. Lian Ai noticed the strength in their steps and guessed they were trained fighters.

“What do you think of them?” Bu Nian asked.

Lian Ai didn’t understand the meaning behind the question but looked them over carefully and answered truthfully.

“They are very beautiful.”

Bu Nian’s lips lifted slightly.

“Starting today, they are your students.”

He was to teach them the art of pleasuring men. Two lessons a day, morning and evening. Each lesson would last three hours. No exceptions.

Lian Ai did not know what Bu Nian intended, but he understood one thing clearly. One held the knife, the other lay on the chopping block. He had no other choice but to obey.

Bu Nian never told him the girls’ names, and they never gave them either. It was as if he existed for a single purpose, and even exchanging names was unnecessary.

Still, Lian Ai gave them names in his heart.

The taller, more seductive one, he called her Ah-Da. The more refined, pure-looking one, he named Ah-Er.

In the brothel, teaching was tailored to the person. Seeing that Ah-Da had a curvier figure, he focused on refining her expressions and charm. She couldn’t be too obvious or vulgar. That would cheapen her appeal. Ah-Er, with her quiet and elegant aura, he trained more in bedroom techniques, crafting a contrast between her innocent appearance and her skills in bed.

Lian Ai taught with care. After three months, both girls improved rapidly.

Since bringing him to this residence and giving the order to train the girls, Bu Nian had vanished completely. In three months, Lian Ai had not seen him once. As for the so-called reward for winning, he didn’t even dare to ask. He feared being thought ungrateful.

Everything here was of the highest quality. The food, the clothing, even the bedding. Better than the estate he had lived in before. Aside from being unable to leave, he should have been satisfied.

Everyone in this place was guarded. No one said more than they had to. In the three months Lian Ai had been here, apart from the servant who attended him and the two girls, Ah-Da and Ah-Er, he had exchanged no more than ten sentences with anyone else.

Though he was the one assigned to teach, it was Ah-Da and Ah-Er who held the real authority in this quiet manor. Sometimes, they even demanded changes in the lesson plan themselves.

“How are we supposed to know if we’re actually learning anything if it’s always just with dolls?” Ah-Da smiled with painted lips and tilted her chin toward the bed. “Today, I found us a real man.”

On the bed lay a tall, blindfolded man. His wrists were bound behind his back, chest bare, wearing only a thin pair of underpants. Judging by his calm expression, he hadn’t been forced into this. He was here willingly.

Brothels had this kind of live training too. As long as the girls didn’t lose their virginity, the method was still considered effective.

“Alright,” Lian Ai replied simply. That was agreement enough.

The three of them took turns, experimenting with one trick after another. Lian Ai demonstrated each step himself, then had the girls try it one by one. Within just an hour, they had made the man release twice.

“Every second in bed matters,” Lian Ai said. “Your clients can lose control, but you cannot. Even if you feel good, you must stay sharp. You have to know when to moan, when to clench, when to give in and collapse. All of it has meaning.” He wore a sheer robe that hung loosely off his frame, his long legs faintly visible underneath. His hands trailed over his own body, slow and precise, finally resting between his thighs. “If all you can do is use this to make a man come, then you’re just a pretty woman. In a few years, you might not even be that anymore. Only when a man gets aroused just by looking at you can you call yourself a true seductress.”

Ah-Er glanced at him, then looked at the man’s stiffened erection on the bed.

“Would you consider yourself one of those natural-born seductresses, sir?”

Lian Ai followed her gaze to the man.

“Back in the brothel, Madam used to say I was the best.”

There was no pride in his voice, only quiet fact.

“Then would you mind showing us what it means to make a man feel good just by watching?”

Ah-Da was covered in sweat, her robe loose and hanging open. She straddled the edge of a table, gulping down tea straight from the pot without a care.

Lian Ai replied, “But he can’t see me.”

Ah-Er nodded, “That’s right. He’s blindfolded.”

Lian Ai thought for a moment and said, “Then he’ll listen.”

He sat by the bed without laying a finger on the man. Then, right in front of the two girls, he began to moan.

The sound was low and husky, as if he had already been crying out the entire night. The kind of voice that scraped its way out of a dry throat, raw and trembling. Lian Ai’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, the moans riding the edge of pain and pleasure. Like a young beast wounded and calling for comfort, the sound tugged at something primal. It invited comfort, and left others craving more.

Ah-Da and Ah-Er stared, unblinking. They didn’t want to miss a single detail. But beneath that focus, they were quietly stunned by how frighteningly skilled he was.

This man looked pale and forgettable. Who would have guessed what he could do in bed?

Lian Ai leaned close to the blindfolded man’s ear. His breath, damp and warm, spilled into the man’s ear canal like a slow, hot draft. It traced through his nerves and shot down his spine, pooling in his lower abdomen. The man’s breathing grew heavier. His body tensed, every muscle pulled tight.

“My lord… it feels so good… ah… you’re amazing, yes…”

Lewd whispers poured out nonstop, laced with sobs and honey. Even the two girls felt their bodies reacting. Ah-Da took another big gulp of tea to cool herself down, but her eyes never left Lian Ai for a second.

It was as if someone were truly slamming into his body over and over. Lian Ai trembled all over, delicate lashes fluttering like wings. A faint pink flush bloomed on his pale cheeks, so vivid it seemed painted on.

As time passed, sweat began to bead on the man’s forehead. Veins stood out along his temples and arms, his muscles straining tight. He was clearly on the verge of climax, and yet the girls could see it for themselves. Lian Ai hadn’t even laid a finger on him.

And just like the man’s state, Lian Ai’s moans reached their crescendo.

“Harder… my lord… ah… I’m going to… ah, my lord!” That final “my lord” came out like a broken sob, filled with pleading and desperation. It sent a shiver up the spine and made the skin prickle. It was the kind of cry that made people want to leave fresh bruises on his skin, to ruin him just to see him cry harder. As if only then could the maddening fire of lust in one’s chest be soothed.

The peak passed. Lian Ai’s brows relaxed, his face slackening into a look of hazy bliss. But the sounds from his mouth didn’t stop. They softened into light whimpers, like a cat purring after being thoroughly pleased. His chest rose and fell as if he were truly spent, trying to catch his breath.

Just as the two girls thought the performance was over and it was their turn to practice, the man on the bed suddenly tore through the ropes binding his hands. In the next second, he pulled Lian Ai into his arms and began thrusting wildly against him. His mouth latched onto Lian Ai’s neck, planting kisses in a feverish frenzy.

Lian Ai’s expression changed instantly. His face turned pale as terror seized him.

Ah-Da’s face darkened.

“Bastard.” She stepped forward and struck the man’s neck with a sharp chop, knocking him out cold.

Lian Ai scrambled back, shaking all over. He hugged himself tightly and hid behind her, unable to stop trembling.

Just then, a sudden chill crept along his lower back. He reached behind to check, and his fingers came away wet, coated in thick white cum.