The Villains Must Win-Chapter 37: (18+) Han Feng

[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]

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As the imperial procession made its way back to the palace, the sound of hooves and the creaking of wooden wheels filled the night air.

The grand carriage of Han Feng and Xue Li led the way, its golden embroidery shimmering beneath the moonlight.

Behind them, three additional carriages followed in measured silence, their presence a testament to the baron’s ambitions.

One belonged to Mei, who sat within, wrapped in silken robes of pale lavender, her delicate hands resting upon the armrest as she gazed out at the passing scenery. Her heart thrummed with excitement, her mind lost in splendid daydreams of the life that awaited her beyond the palace gates.

She could already see herself clad in the finest brocades, adorned with the most exquisite jewels, her hair arranged in elaborate styles befitting a consort. The palace would be hers to roam, its golden halls and jade corridors echoing with the whispers of envious maidens as they watched her rise above them all.

And the Emperor—Han Feng—would surely come to love her.

Had she not heard the stories? How he had taken Xue Li into his favor despite her ordinary beginnings? If someone like Xue Li could win his heart, then how much more captivating would he find her?

Mei, who had been sought after by noble sons and whose beauty turned heads wherever she went. She was destined for far greater things than marriage to some insignificant duke’s son.

The second carriage trailed closely behind, burdened with the wealth her father had painstakingly gathered—glistening chests filled with gold and jewels, a dowry fit for a future consort.

Each chest held the price of her ambition, the weight of her family’s sacrifices, yet Mei paid no heed to such things. What was a mere ten chests of gold compared to the riches she would soon command?

The third carriage carried the rest of her belongings, for she would not enter the imperial palace with anything less than what she was accustomed to. Silk bedding, embroidered robes, rare perfumes from distant lands—every item packed away with meticulous care. She would not be seen as lesser than those already within the harem. No, she would outshine them all.

Mei’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned against the plush interior of her carriage.

Soon, she would step into the palace as a mere daughter of a baron, but it would not be long before she ascended higher, her name whispered in admiration throughout the empire.

She would make Han Feng love her.

And one day, she would sit beside him, not as a mere concubine, but as the one who held his heart and power.

Yet, within the lead carriage, Han Feng sat in silence, his gaze distant as the wind carried the faint scent of lotus blossoms from the riverbanks.

He had seen many women like Mei—ambitious, confident in their beauty, believing they could ensnare him with sweet smiles and delicate gestures.

But beauty alone was fleeting.

A wry smile ghosted his lips as he leaned back, eyes dark as the endless sky above.

Let her dream.

For in the imperial palace, dreams were often devoured by reality.

"What makes you smile, Feng?" asked Xue Li with a tender voice.

Han Feng smiled and took Xue Li unto his lap.

Stroking his fingers over Xue Li’s breasts, Han Feng spoke, "Ah, nothing but the pleasure of your sweet company makes me smile, my dear Xue Li." His tongue then stoke her earlobe.

Han Feng whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "My concern is only for satisfying your every whim, my little Xue Li. And by the Gods, you’re making it very hard for me to keep my composure." He leaned forward to nuzzle his face against hers.

Xue Li’s lips parted slightly as Han Feng kissed her tenderly before moving down to claim her tongue.

As she swallowed back a gasp of surprise and desire, Han Feng’s skilled tongue danced across her pouting lips. His hands slid under the soft robe that draped around her body like a cocoon of seduction.

He kneaded the curves of her luscious butt with practiced fingers until she felt like jelly in his grasp. Her hands tightened around his neck as she pressed abdomen against his, while he expertly twirled a digit into her pussy.

Her vaginal walls pulsed with an insatiable hunger for more. "Ah . . . *wheeze* . . . oh . . ." Xue Li groaned, interlocking her fingers behind Han Feng’s head as their lips crashed together in a fervent kiss.

The carriage creaked and swayed with each jolt of its uneven journey through the rolling hills. With every bump, Xue Li’s hips undulated in time with Han Feng’s thighs, grinding against his cock like pistons driven by primal desire.

He caressed her rosy nipples once more before quietly unbuttoning his pants. The unencumbered length of his hardened cock sprang forth like a heat-seeking missile homing in on its target.

"Let me claim what belongs to me," Han Feng growled into Xue Li’s ear before carefully nudging his engorged cock into the haven of her velvet vagina.

Xue Li’s eyes flutter closed as Han Feng rocked against her, balls slapping against the cleft of her buttocks with a hypnotic rhythm.

Their clothes shed like autumn leaves in the wind, leaving them exposed to their primal needs and desires. With each glide across those silky folds, they pieced together a symphony of love and lust that neither one could ever forget.

As the grand imperial procession moved steadily toward the palace, a sudden shift in direction jolted Mei from her daydreams. The soft sway of her carriage changed, the road beneath no longer following the well-trodden path toward the capital.

A sense of unease crept over her.

She pulled back the silk curtain and peered outside, her delicate brows furrowing. The Emperor’s carriage, which had been ahead just moments ago, was nowhere in sight. Instead, the carriage she rode in veered onto an unfamiliar road, flanked by guards she did not recognize.

Her chest tightened.