The Villains Must Win-Chapter 33: (18+) Han Feng

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

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That evening, as the palace returned to its tranquil routine, Han Feng sat in his chambers with Xue Li by his side. He reached for her hand, his fingers warm against hers. "You are safe now," he said softly.

Xue Li gazed at Han Feng with the same unwavering love she always showed him, her expression serene and tender. Yet, beneath that calm exterior, a flicker of surprise stirred within her heart.

Who would have imagined that Han Feng, the Emperor revered and envied for his vast imperial harem, would discard it all for her?

She had only sought to remove the four favored concubines who posed a threat to her peace, believing it a bold enough endeavor. But now, against all expectations, he had gone beyond anything she could have hoped for, dismantling the entire harem with a single decree.

His actions moved her deeply. To love was one thing, but to take such a monumental step to ensure her safety and happiness was a gesture she never anticipated, especially in this timeline.

The heart of the soul within her swelled with a mixture of gratitude and admiration for the man who held her so dear, a man who defied centuries of tradition for her sake.

"Thanks to you, Your Majesty. But Xue Li will not remain a passive target. Xue Li will grow stronger, so that no one dares to harm her or threaten what we hold dear."

Han Feng’s lips curved into a rare smile. "You already possess a strength that few can match, Xue Li. Together, we will ensure this empire remains unshaken."

As the lanterns cast their golden glow across the room, the two shared a quiet moment of unity, knowing that the storm had passed—but vigilant for any shadows that might loom on the horizon.

"Feng had done everything for Xue Li, and Xue Li . . . Xue Li did not know how to repay the Emperor for all that he had done for her. So . . . Xue Li thought that perhaps by serving His Majesty tonight, she might express her gratitude."

Han Feng chuckled, his deep voice resonating with warmth as he cupped Xue Li’s delicate cheeks in his hands. Leaning closer, he placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose, his gaze soft and affectionate.

"If that is what my Xue Li desires," he said with a playful tone, "then this Emperor shall gladly oblige. Serve me all you wish, for I am yours to command tonight."

Xue Li’s shyly nodded was all the encouragement Han Feng needed. He obligingly flopped onto the bed, his eyes never leaving Xue Li’s face as she slowly disrobed him with an unsteady hand. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

As he lay there, exposed and helpless, Xue Li continued her slow torment. She ran her fingers over his chest, tracing the curves of his muscles with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down his spine.

Her hands crept lower, and Han Feng felt himself tensing in anticipation as she grasped his cock in a firm but gentle grip.

He let out a soft gasp as she began to lick the tip of his penis –– the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through every cell of his body.

The room around them melted away, leaving only two people lost in their own private world of desire and passion.

As Xue Li settled into her rhythm, Han Feng couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment, for this chance to surrender himself completely to his desire.

He watched, transfixed, as Xue Li’s tongue darted across the head of his cock –– tracing patterns that left him gasping and trembling with each stroke.

The wet heat of her mouth engulfing him was like nothing he’d ever experienced before –– a sensation so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

As she continued to work her magic on his flesh, Han Feng felt himself becoming lost in a haze of pure ecstasy. His hips began to buck instinctively as Xue Li took him deeper into the warm depths of her throat.

And then . . . without warning . . . Xue Li reached down between his legs and grasped Han Feng’s balls in her free hand. The sudden change in stimulation was almost too much for Han Feng.

He let out a low groan as she began to roll them gently between thumb and forefinger, adding another layer of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him entirely.

But instead of losing control, Han Feng found himself becoming more focused than ever before. Each touch, each taste, became a building block of his own private universe –– one where nothing else existed but him and Xue Li existed.

As Han Feng’s orgasm began to build, Xue Li knew exactly what he needed. She shifted her focus, wrapping her hand around his cock and pumping it up and down with a slow but insistent rhythm.

Her tongue darted out to lick the tip of his penis, gathering the precum that dripped from him like honey. The taste was salty and sweet all at once, a flavor that only added to her own desire.

As she continued to work on him with her hand, Xue Li couldn’t help but feel a sense of control wash over her. She was the master of this moment –– the one calling all the shots as Han Feng succumbed to his release.

His free hand wandered down between their legs once more, grasping for his balls as if seeking some sort of comfort or reassurance.

But even as he clutched at them tightly, it was clear that resistance was futile. His body had other plans –– plans that involved releasing all its pent-up energy in a primal, animalistic climax.

And then . . . it happened. Han Feng’s cock pulsed and jerked in her hand as he spilled his seed across Xue Li’s face.

She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste and texture of his come as she looked up at him with a look that was equal parts sultry and shy.

The tension broke, and Han Feng collapsed back onto the bed with a soft groan of exhaustion. Xue Li followed suit, rolling over onto her side to gaze up at him with eyes that shone like stars in the night sky.

As they caught their breath together –– as their hearts slowed from racing to mere pounding –– Xue Li knew that this moment would stay with her forever. This moment of complete surrender . . . complete abandon.

It was the culmination of all those long nights spent dreaming of just such an encounter –– an encounter that would leave them both shattered and reborn anew.