To ensure Dong Zhuo would be convinced of Diao Chan's virginity, Wang Yun took decisive action. The next day, he ordered his servants to procure bladders from newborn rams and fill them with chicken blood, their delicate vessels a key to his deception. With the blood-filled bladders in hand, he made his way to Diao Chan's chambers, the air heavy with unspoken intent. "We must rehearse, Chan'er," he said, his voice low and intent, a flicker of both duty and desire in his gaze, "to guarantee that old brute believes you're untouched. Let me place this inside you." He gestured to the crimson-filled bladders, his fingers trembling faintly with the weight of their shared scheme.
Diao Chan's robes fell away under his deft hands, pooling like liquid silk at her feet, leaving her bare upon the bed—a vision of ethereal beauty that stole his breath. At his gentle urging, she parted her thighs, revealing the exquisite flower of her womanhood—a sight Wang Yun knew intimately, every curve and silken inch kissed and worshipped in countless stolen nights. His gaze lingered, reverent yet hungry, as he parted her delicate folds with tender care, his fingers brushing her warmth. She responded swiftly, her slickness blooming under his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her body yielded to him. Coating a bladder with her warm essence, he slid it smoothly into her depths, his movements deliberate yet laced with a quiet reverence. "Watch me closely," he instructed, his voice a husky murmur, "so you can do this yourself before Dong Zhuo claims you."
With the bladder nestled within her, Wang Yun shed his own garments, his desire evident in the hardened length that strained for her. He lifted Diao Chan's legs, her skin satin-soft against his grip, her vulnerability stirring a primal need within him. "Let's test it," he murmured, his voice thick with need, "pretend it stings a little, my Chan'er" His rigid length pressed against her, then slipped inside with deliberate care, each inch a slow invasion as he savored her warmth. Diao Chan observed, yielding to his rhythm as he thrust in and out, her breath hitching in time with his movements. She tightened her inner muscles as he had taught her, and the bladder ruptured—a rush of sensation flooding them both, the warm trickle of crimson mimicking a maiden's first bloom. Wang Yun nearly lost himself to the wave, pulling free just in time, his chest heaving as he watched the scarlet stain seep onto the sheets. "It works," he rasped, satisfaction mingling with a lust that burned hotter in the wake of their success.
His fingers dipped into her warmth, retrieving the torn bladder with a gentle tug, the intimacy of the act reigniting his hunger. He handed her another, her graceful hands accepting it with a shy flush that only deepened his longing. She hesitated, then slid it into herself, her slender fingers teasing her own flesh with an innocent allure that unraveled Wang Yun's restraint. The sight—of her delicate touch, her parted lips, the faint tremor in her breath—sent a jolt of desire coursing through him. Unable to resist, he climbed atop her, his rigid length plunging back into her welcoming heat with a possessive edge. Her legs draped over his shoulders as he moved, her clenching grip driving him to the edge, her soft moans a melody that drowned out the world beyond. Unable to hold back, he pulled her tight, his cock buried deep, trembling as a torrent of his seed surged into her, the release a melancholy claim on the woman he must soon surrender.
Slowly, he withdrew, urging her to stand, his breath still ragged from their forbidden union. His essence mingled with hers, seeping from her beautiful core, laced with crimson as she clenched, the ruptured bladder of blood spilling in a glistening stream to mimic her first time. "Catch it quickly," he warned, his voice husky with desire and dread, "before that fat oaf Dong Zhuo notices the ruse." His eyes lingered on her, the sight of Diao Chan flushed and glistening stoking a poignant longing in his chest—a fleeting taste of her beauty before she would be offered to another. Wang Yun's heart raced with more than passion; if Dong Zhuo uncovered their deception, their carefully laid plan would crumble to ruin.