The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 50: The hard question, indeed.
Chapter 50: The hard question, indeed.
Ye Chen looked at the scene in front of him, his face pale, his heart beating fast, his mind filled with anger, shame, and humiliation.
It felt as if Young Master asked knowingly.
He looked at Yi Xin Xui and Ling’er lying on the ground, their bodies covered with sweat and their yin caves leaking with Young Master’s essence, their faces still filled with pleasure and satisfaction.
He felt his heart sink, his pride shattered, and his dignity crushed, the second-person embarrassment, his cheeks blushed like that of a woman.
He didn’t want to answer, but he couldn’t defy Young Master, he didn’t want to experience the bone-crushing pain once again or he might get addicted to it, like a drunken immortal to age-old wine. freёwebnoѵel.com
He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and he spoke.
"Both of them enjoyed it, Young Master..." His voice was weak and his words were barely audible.
Zhao Fan raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement and satisfaction.
"Tell me more..."
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his mind racing, trying to find the right words.
"They seemed to enjoy it very much, Young Master."
He couldn’t look Zhao Fan in the eye, his gaze fixed on the ground, looking at the obsidian floor, and rare silk carpet.
Zhao Fan chuckled, his voice filled with amusement, "I know they did. But tell me, which one of them enjoyed it more?"
Ye Chen’s heart sank even deeper, his face turned even redder, and he felt like he was about to faint with heavy consciousness.
He didn’t want to say it, but he had no choice.
"Holy Maiden seemed to enjoy it more, Young Master," His voice was barely a whisper as if he didn’t want to say it, and his words were filled with shame and humiliation.
Zhao Fan nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Good. You may leave now... oh, Wait!! This Seat forgot to tell you but I have found the clue about your Mother and Father, and I was thinking of keeping your mother as my foot-washing maid, what do you say,"
Ye Chen bowed, his head lowered, forehead touching the floor.
"I think it would be a great honor that my mother can be your foot-washing maid," He said feeling both humiliated and somewhat unexplainable enjoyment.
He could finally meet his parents, he has manything to ask them and question them on why they left him alone, but the main thing on his mind was the image of his mother, face unknown, beneath Young Master, a submissive and breedable.
His heart fluttered like winter’s cold breeze.
"Good! That’s what I thought... This Seat is pleased, but, say, What if this seat impregnates your mother..." Zhao Fan asked with a sinister smirk, like a devil corrupting a righteous monk with immoral thoughts.
Young Master Zhao even released his Qi and restored his bones and injuries, like the autumn wind cleaning the skin.
Ye Chen remained kneeling, as his saliva drooled down his chin, "This Lowly Ye has nothing to say, it would be a great honor for my mother to bear the child of the Zhao Family,"
"Good! Good! Good! During the upcoming sect tournament, the Azure Crest sect will be participating during this time, you may see her... But don’t you wanna hear your life story?" Zhao Fan asked.
Life story?
* * *
His mother, Lan Qing, the Saintess of the Azure Crest Sect, was revered, her beauty was talked about in seven provinces, her purity guarded like sacred scripture.
On a joint mission between the imperial army and Azure Crest, she met General Ye Tianhua, an imperial commander draped in glory.
Amid the bloodshed of battle and the stillness of a shared mission to hunt some demonic beasts, their hearts met where swords once clashed.
One fateful night beneath a rain-soaked moon, love bloomed amidst the carnage but It was not meant to last.
Nine months later, Lao Qing bore his child, believing in the sliver of warmth Ye Tianhua once showed. But the coldness of reality came swiftly.
Ye Tianhua already had wives and concubines, furthermore, he was an imperial commander, he couldn’t simply take more wives and concubines, he needed the permission from Emperor.
A son born from a saintess would shame his honor, and fracture his fragile alliances.
And so, when the boy was born, fragile, pure, eyes like starlight, Ye Tianhua came not with gifts, but chains.
He took away the child from the mother, with no promise of marriage, no name bestowed, and no trace of affection.
He called it mercy.
And then... he did what even devils in the underworld would hesitate to do.
In the wild forests of the Waxu range, where beasts howl and Qi distorts the air, Ye Tianhua left the infant to die alone.
He could not stain his hands with his own blood, lest, he be hit with karma, thus, he offered the boy to nature’s cruelty, praying the wolves would silence the shame he had birthed.
But, who is Ye Chen?
Heaven did not look away.
An old beggar, blind in one eye, voice like gravel, dry spirit root, and broken meridians, stumbled upon the dying child.
Needless to say more,
He raised Ye Chen, fed him bitter herbs, trained him in silence and steel, and taught him to swallow shame like medicine, and to wear pain like armor.
Yet, the fate is cruel, when Ye Chen was merely 8 years old, the old man died.
All while,
Lan Qing remained in the sect, broken but still divine, her heart buried where her child once was.
She wanted to see Commander Ye and meet with her child again, but there was no connection.
Over time, her heart turned to steel and she focused on cultivation unsure why would the man she gave her heart to would be so distant and her child, whose memories had already started fading.
* * *
Of course, the knowledge was provided by the system, at the cost of 1000 points but it was well deserved.
Ye Chen who heard his story couldn’t help but get angry at his father, who was trash among trash, an even bigger dog than Ye Chen himself.
"Young Master Zhao..." Ye Chen kowtowed 10 times.
"My mother is truly pitiful, please love her..." He begged.
Tch, Tch, Tch what a good son.
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