Chapter 871 – "Forty-Two Rounds" (18+)
By the time the night had finally surrendered to the first pale light of dawn, the private chamber looked like the aftermath of a storm — cushions scattered, the air heavy with heat, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to every surface.
Ying Yue lay sprawled across the wide bed, her grey-silver hair damp and tangled, plastered to her flushed skin. Her chest rose and fell in deep, heavy breaths, but she didn't stir. She had long since passed out… somewhere after the forty-second round.
Alex sat at the edge of the bed, watching her with a quiet, unreadable expression. His body was as composed as if the night's relentless pace had barely touched him, but his eyes softened slightly as they lingered on her sleeping form.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting it slide between his fingers. It was striking — the same grey-silver as Ying Hua's, a subtle mark of his influence on her body over the years.
A faint warmth spread in his chest at the sight… though it didn't erase the simple truth.
"Not pregnant," he murmured to himself.
The attempt hadn't been for nothing — her devotion had been proven again, and her body was filled with his essence countless times — but the result was clear.
He rose from the bed quietly, pulling a light blanket over her bare form. She didn't stir, only shifted slightly, a faint murmur escaping her lips as if even in sleep she was still thinking of him.
Alex had just pulled the blanket over Ying Yue's bare form when the door slid open without warning. Ying Hua stepped in, her grey-silver hair brushed but loose, her skin still carrying the faint glow from the previous day. She was already naked, making no attempt to cover herself as she padded into the room with her usual unshaken confidence.
Her gaze flicked briefly to her mother sprawled on the bed, then back to Alex. A small, knowing smile touched her lips.
"Looks like Mother couldn't take all of Father's gift."
Alex arched a brow, but said nothing. Ying Hua moved closer, her bare feet silent against the floor until she was standing directly in front of him.
"It's fine," she continued, glancing back at the bed. "She tried… but forty-two rounds? She's not built for that."
Without waiting for permission, she climbed onto the bed beside Ying Yue, sliding under the same blanket and curling up against Alex's side. Her body was warm, her scent familiar.
"We should all sleep together," she murmured. "You, me, and Mother. We're already naked, and I don't mind sharing her warmth."
Alex looked between them — Ying Yue sleeping deeply, Ying Hua watching him with those sharp, devoted eyes — before easing himself onto the bed as well. Ying Hua immediately settled against him, draping a leg over his.
The three of them lay there, skin to skin, the quiet of the room broken only by the sound of their breathing.
Ying Hua nestled against Alex's side, her grey-silver hair spilling over his chest, the faint heat of her skin pressing into him. For a few moments she was still, her breathing slow and even, as if content just to rest there.
Then her hand began to move — slowly, deliberately — tracing lazy patterns across his chest before drifting lower. Her fingers lingered on the ridges of his abdomen, her touch feather-light yet unmistakably intentional.
She tilted her head up, her lips brushing the curve of his jaw in a soft, almost innocent kiss.
"Father…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "she's sleeping so deeply… she won't notice."
Her thigh slid higher over his hip, pressing herself closer so her bare heat brushed against him. The choker at her throat caught the dim light as she shifted, her eyes half-lidded, gaze filled with the kind of devotion that always came with a hint of possessive hunger.
"You still have more to give… don't waste it while she's out," she murmured, her fingers curling lightly around him beneath the blanket. "Let me take what she couldn't."
Alex's hand found the small of her back, feeling the subtle tremor in her muscles — not from fear, but from the anticipation that always burned in her when she had him to herself. She pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss against his neck, her breath warm, the movement of her hips growing just slightly more insistent.
Ying Yue, still lost in deep sleep, shifted faintly but didn't stir. The silence of the room seemed to wrap around the two of them, turning this quiet, dangerous act into something even more intoxicating.
Alex's eyes held hers for a long, still moment, as if weighing her audacity. Then his hand slid down her back, cupping her bare hips, pulling her fully over him. Ying Hua's lips curved into a slow, victorious smile — she knew that look in his eyes meant yes.
She straddled him under the blanket, the soft rustle of the fabric the only sound until she guided him into her with a slow, silent push. Her breath caught in her throat, a quiet, trembling "ahh…" escaping her lips as he filled her completely.
She began to move carefully, deliberately keeping the rhythm low and deep so as not to disturb her sleeping mother inches away. The weight of the act — doing this while Ying Yue lay beside them — only seemed to make Ying Hua's eyes darker, more intense.
"Mmm… Father…" she breathed, barely more than a whisper, her hands braced on his chest. "This is… ours."
Alex's hands slid up her thighs, guiding her pace, his own hips meeting her slow rolls with steady force. Each deep stroke made her shiver, her grey-silver hair falling forward around their faces like a curtain, sealing them into their own world.
Ying Yue murmured something in her sleep, shifting slightly, but never waking. Ying Hua froze for half a heartbeat, then leaned down to kiss Alex's lips, swallowing her own sounds so only he could hear them.
"Ahh… mmm… haah… deeper…" she whispered into his mouth, her body clenching around him as if to claim every drop he had left to give.
His grip tightened, his thrusts growing a fraction harder, enough to draw a soft gasp from her that she quickly smothered against his neck. The heat between them built quickly, the risk and the intimacy mixing into something sharper than any ordinary joining.
The heat between them built quickly, curling through Ying Hua's body like a slow-burning fuse. Her thighs tightened around him, her hips pressing down with deliberate, hungry insistence. Every deep thrust was a quiet battle for control, her petite frame trembling not from weakness, but from the effort to contain her sounds.
Alex's hands slid from her hips to her back, holding her flush against him. His lips brushed the curve of her ear, his breath sending a shiver racing down her spine. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, the danger of being caught making every movement sharper, every sensation heavier.
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing to his chest, grey-silver hair curtaining their faces from the dim light. "Father… harder…" she breathed, the words barely formed, more felt than heard. He obliged, his hips driving up into her with a force that made her fingers dig into his shoulders.
Her breath stuttered, a tremor running through her as the pressure in her core wound tight. Her eyes flicked briefly to her sleeping mother — still motionless, her breathing steady — and that sight made Ying Hua's lips curl into a faint, daring smile. She moved faster, her pace now matching the heat pooling low in her belly.
"Ahh… mmm… yes…" she whispered, her voice trembling with suppressed moans. Alex's grip on her tightened, guiding her rhythm until she was barely able to keep her composure, her movements growing erratic under the relentless pull of release.
The first wave hit her hard — her body clenching around him, a muffled whimper caught against his mouth as she shook in his hold. But even as the tremors faded, she didn't stop. Her hips kept moving, her hunger unabated, chasing every last drop he had left to give.
Alex's own restraint began to fray, his thrusts deepening until she felt him swell inside her. She clung to him tightly, nails raking lightly over his skin as the rush overtook her again, this time joined by the searing warmth of him spilling into her.
Her eyes fluttered, her breath shaky, but her smile only widened. "Not enough," she whispered, her voice laced with both reverence and greed. "I can take more… give me all of it."
She shifted her hips, keeping him inside her, already rolling again with slow, deliberate movements — beginning a second round without waiting for him to recover. The blanket shifted with their movements, but Ying Yue remained still, oblivious to the storm raging inches away.
Ying Hua never let him slip free. Her hips kept a slow, grinding motion at first, milking every last pulse of his release before her pace began to climb again. The faint rustle of the blanket, the soft slap of skin to skin, and their mingled breaths were the only sounds in the room — yet to her, it felt deafening, thrilling.
Alex's hands tightened on her waist, his body already hardening again inside her as if answering her challenge. She met his gaze, eyes dark with devotion and hunger, and leaned in to kiss him — deep, slow, her tongue brushing his while her hips rolled harder.
Her thighs flexed against his sides, driving herself down on him with a growing urgency. The rhythm quickened, no longer as careful as before. She dared more now, her voice slipping out in hushed, breathy moans that trembled with pleasure. "Mmm… Father… more… don't stop…"
Ying Yue stirred faintly beside them, shifting under the blanket, but never waking. The risk only made Ying Hua's pace more feverish. She bounced in his lap now, her small frame taking him to the hilt each time, the wet heat between them growing louder in the stillness.
Alex moved with her, thrusts meeting hers in a perfect, punishing counter-rhythm. Every time he filled her deeply, her breath caught in a sharp, trembling gasp, and her body clenched greedily around him. Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders, nails biting in lightly as another climax tore through her.
She barely had time to come down before he gripped her hips and drove up into her hard enough to make her mouth fall open in a soundless cry. His control slipped, the steady power in his thrusts now bordering on raw, unrestrained mating.
Ying Hua's head tipped back, hair spilling like liquid silver down her back as she took him faster, harder, until the pressure became unbearable. Their breathing turned ragged, the pace ruthless, and when he finally came again, she pressed down to take every last drop, shivering from the heat flooding into her.
But even then, she didn't stop. She kissed him again, lips swollen, eyes burning. "Again," she whispered against his mouth, already moving, her body determined to wring him dry long before her mother ever woke.
Ying Hua's pace finally faltered, her movements slowing into uneven rolls of her hips as exhaustion began to catch up with her. Her breath came in short, shuddering gasps, her skin slick with sweat, silver hair clinging to her flushed face and shoulders. She tried to keep going — stubbornly rocking against him as if her will alone could keep the fire alive — but her body betrayed her.
One last tremor ran through her, her eyes fluttered halfway open, and then her head lolled forward against his chest. A soft, almost satisfied sigh escaped her lips as her entire weight sank into him, limp and spent. She'd finally reached her limit.
Alex's hands steadied her, holding her small frame upright for a moment before easing her down beside him. He pulled her close, her cheek resting against his chest, her legs still loosely tangled with his. Her breathing was slow, deep, completely surrendered to sleep.
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable yet faintly softened, and brushed a damp lock of hair away from her closed eyes. With Ying Yue still sleeping soundly on the other side, the three of them lay beneath the same blanket, the air still warm with the scent of their night.
Pulling the covers higher to shield them from the early morning chill, Alex tightened his arm around Ying Hua, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against him. The chamber was quiet now, and with both women asleep, he finally allowed his own body to relax.
The first light of morning spilled faintly through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft gold across the room. The air was still warm, heavy with the lingering scent of the night before.
Alex stirred, eyes opening slowly — and immediately became aware of a different kind of sensation. A slow, wet heat surrounded him, the pressure steady, rhythmic. Beneath the blanket, there was the faint sound of lips sliding along his length, accompanied by the warm, teasing drag of a tongue.
He glanced down, lifting the edge of the blanket just enough to see a head of tousled grey-silver hair between his legs. Ying Hua's eyes flicked up briefly to meet his — sharp, knowing, and filled with that same mix of devotion and hunger — before she closed them again, focusing entirely on her work.
She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back with a soft, wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "Good morning, Father," she murmured, her voice low and husky from sleep. "You were hard… I didn't want to waste it."
Without waiting for a response, she leaned in again, her tongue tracing him slowly from base to tip before swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs, nails grazing his skin just enough to make him twitch under her touch.
Alex's breath deepened, his hand sliding into her hair, guiding her pace. Ying Yue still slept beside them, completely unaware, and the risk only made Ying Hua's movements more deliberate — slow enough to savor, but firm enough to push him toward the edge.
She pulled back again, licking her lips before speaking, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I want you to start my morning right… fill my mouth before she even wakes up."
Then she went down on him again, this time faster, her tongue swirling as she took him deep, every motion radiating that same shameless, possessive devotion.
Alex's grip in her hair tightened slightly as her pace quickened, the slick sounds beneath the blanket growing wetter, more urgent. Ying Hua's eyes stayed closed now, lashes trembling with each deep push down her throat. She was relentless — not rushing to finish him, but drawing every reaction she could from him with precise, practiced motions.
His breathing grew heavier, his hips beginning to subtly meet her movements, and she knew he was close. She shifted her angle just enough to take him deeper, her throat tightening around him as her tongue swirled in perfect rhythm. The heat coiled fast, sharp, and then his release surged.
Ying Hua didn't flinch. She took every drop as it pulsed into her, swallowing greedily without breaking rhythm, milking him until the last pulse faded. Her lips stayed sealed around him for a moment longer, savoring the taste, before she slowly drew back with a quiet, satisfied hum.
She licked her lips deliberately, making sure he saw the small flash of her tongue before she swallowed the final trace, her throat bobbing in a slow, proud motion. Her gaze met his, shining with that fierce, possessive devotion.
"Mmm… perfect," she whispered, the faintest curve of a smile tugging at her lips. "Starting the day with you inside me… even if only here—" she tapped her lips lightly with one finger "—makes it worth waking early."
She shifted up the bed, curling against his side, the faintest warmth of her breath still scented with him. Ying Yue stirred faintly on the other side, still far from waking, and Ying Hua's smile only deepened as she nestled closer — as if she'd just claimed a secret victory before the day even began.