After Mother, my newly wedded husband (from this point on, the protagonist will refer to Prince Jing as "husband"), and I left Emperor Shengzong's bedchamber, we made our way slowly toward Consort Pang's palace.
My husband and I walked in an intimate embrace—a display of affection so convincing that no one would ever guess that, in his eyes, I am nothing more than a bitch or a pathetic wretch.
His arm was draped around my waist, his hand occasionally kneading my plump, rounded buttocks.
Yet, even as he held me, his gaze remained fixed on Mother, who walked just ahead of us.
Mother swayed her hips—fuller and more curvaceous even than my own—with a seductive rhythm. Since she hadn't changed her attire before we entered the bedchamber, she was dressed in something quite revealing.
A blue *dudou* (bodice) and matching small briefs clung to her beautiful form, barely concealed beneath a layer of translucent, gossamer-thin fabric.
Having grown accustomed to her life as a woman, she moved with a natural, swaying grace, her ample backside shifting with every step.
As my husband watched Mother's voluptuous rear with mounting excitement, he squeezed my own buttocks with increasing force. The look in his eyes made it clear just how desperately he longed to fuck that beautiful, mature female body before him.
"Husband," I whispered, sending the words directly into his mind, "are you thinking about fucking my mother?"
Though he hadn't yet mastered the art of telepathic communication, he shot me a look that said, *obviously.*
"Husband, Mother used to be a man, too. If you dangle the antidote in front of her—well, she wouldn't just let you fuck her; she'd gladly serve as your bitch, too!"
I suggested, offering him a bit of advice. Upon hearing my words, my husband's eyes lit up with excitement, and he gave my bottom a firm squeeze as a reward.
He then mouthed the words: "My dear concubine, you truly are a wonderful woman."
Understanding his praise—and having already been reduced to a mere sex slave in his presence—I beamed with delight.
"Why are you two so quiet? Tell me, my dear daughter—does your husband treat you well?"
Mother asked, her tone full of concern.
"Oh, Mother, rest assured! My husband makes me incredibly happy! Last night, I didn't fall asleep until very late! Mother, your son-in-law's cock is absolutely magnificent! If you don't believe me, you can try it out yourself—it's guaranteed to leave you feeling wonderful."
I said to Mother with a laugh.
My words delighted my husband, while Mother's face flushed red. I knew, however, that this wasn't out of shyness, but rather a sign that her own carnal desires had been stirred.
Given that her husband—the Emperor, Shengzong—could never fully satisfy her in bed, and trapped as she was within the confines of the imperial palace, she had no opportunity to seek out other men; she had simply been forced to suppress her own burning urges.
"Oh, you child—what are you saying? Back when I was unmarried, I could do as I pleased, but now that I'm wed, how could I ever betray my husband? You ought to be more careful, too—you're a wife now yourself. You must never bring shame upon your husband, do you understand?"
Mother said, feigning a tone of mild reproach. Hearing Mother's words, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Mother," I said, "you really ought to take a closer look at how I'm dressed before you say anything else!"
Prompted by my words, Mother examined me carefully and immediately noticed the lewd inscriptions on my skin, as well as the salacious adornments I wore.
When she lifted the sheer covering over my private parts—revealing my labia, now pulled wide apart—a flicker of envy crossed her face.
"You two children—how could you let things go this far? If anyone found out, the dignity of the Imperial House would be completely ruined!"
Mother said, her face flushing a deep, vibrant red.
Seeing her reddened cheeks, Prince Jing swallowed hard, then replied, "We couldn't care less! The dignity of the Imperial House isn't defined by one's attire; the greatest dignity for the throne lies in ensuring the happiness and sexual fulfillment of the common people."
"My husband is right," I added, beaming with pride. "If I consistently punish corrupt officials and bring prosperity to the people, they'd still adore me even if I walked through the streets with my bare backside exposed."
Having said that, I sent a discreet, telepathic message to Mother, letting her know that my husband possessed an antidote that could restore her to a man.
"Oh, forget it—I can't win an argument against you two. Come along, now! Wenxin, once you've paid your respects to your mother-in-law, I have something to ask you."
Mother said, addressing my husband.
Throughout the conversation, she referred to herself simply as "I" (*wǒ*) rather than using the formal, imperial "We" (*āijiā*)—a sign that she hadn't yet fully grown accustomed to her status as an imperial consort.
As for what Mother wanted to discuss with my husband, I could make a pretty good guess. "Yes, I understand!"
The Prime Minister replied, delighted.
This would give them a chance to be alone together. He could then use the antidote as bait; once she had tasted his massive cock, he was confident he could turn her into his personal plaything.
After walking for a while, the three of us arrived at the Noble Consort's palace.
To our astonishment, the familiar, rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed from within.
"Oh—Prime Minister Yao, you... you're incredible! Your huge cock... it's practically... fucking my slutty cunt to pieces! Fuck me harder—ravish me! Go ahead, fuck this lewd bitch beneath you... fuck this shameless Noble Consort!"
Noble Consort Pang's lewd, wanton cries rang out incessantly from inside.
"Your Ladyship! Your cunt is absolutely divine! Of all the women I've ever fucked, none can compare to you! Spread your legs wider—let me fuck you all the way to heaven!"
Yao Qiyuan shouted.
"If you like it, then fuck me harder—ravish me! I love having your massive cock inside me... Oh... it's coming! I'm going to heaven! Fuck me harder, Prime Minister!"
Noble Consort Pang cried out in a frenzy of lust, screaming as she reached her climax. "Oh… Your Ladyship! Here I come—I'm about to climax! I'm going to pour every last drop of my seed deep into your noble womb!"
Inside Consort Pang's tightly clenching vagina, Yao Qiyuan let out a cry as he ejaculated.
The intense battle within had come to an end, but for the three of us standing outside the Consort's chambers, our hearts remained far from calm.