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It had only been a few months since Empress Gyokuyou welcomed her son into the world, yet she was already requesting more of those aphrodisiacs, which was quite unexpected. She summoned Maomao to the jade pavilion, placing yet another special order. "I have a favor to ask of you, Maomao. Would you be inclined to concoct more of those aphrodisiacs for me?" Lady Gyokuyou cradled her son as she presented her request. Maomao's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, eagerly nodding in agreement. She was more than ready to oblige. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she could not hide her excitement from Lady Gyokuyou. "I shall fulfill your request," Maomao said, bowing gracefully before the empress. Lady Gyokuyou beamed with satisfaction. This time, Maomao intended to add a unique touch.

The Verdigris House stood majestically, despite being encircled by winding alleyways filled with hidden terrors that haunted the night. Thick ivy-covered walls marked its entrance, partially concealed from the casual observer—as if the city itself conspired to safeguard its most treasured secret. To someone of his family's prominence, it was more a legend than a mere location, accompanied by a plethora of rumors. It was said that the Four Princesses of Verdigris did not merely perform—they reigned. Each held her title, whispered in myth and lore:

Pairin, the seductress, was renowned for bringing men to their knees, all while they pleaded for more.

Meimei, the angel, captivated many with her gentle smiles and enchanting tales.

Joka, the cursed tongue, though immeasurably beautiful, possessed a regal and untouchable aura.

Maomao sought to enhance her aphrodisiac with an infusion that would elevate stamina and sexual desire. She settled at the pharmacy, positioned before the tea table, and began to peruse the pages of a book she possessed. Pairin strolled by, her face a canvas of frustration. "That old lady..." she murmured. Upon catching sight of Maomao, her eyes sparkled, and her entire demeanor brightened. "Maomao!" Pairin exclaimed, approaching her. "What brings you here?" Maomao placed the cacao beans on the table and turned to Pairin, stating, "I was tasked with creating an aphrodisiac for the empress. I thought I might add a little something to enhance its potency compared to my previous attempt." Pairin moved closer and sat beside Maomao, playfully tousling her hair. "I might have some insights on that," she mused. Maomao hesitated. "Really?" Pairin's smile took on a conspiratorial air as she whispered, "Have you thought about incorporating pomegranate and ginseng? They are rare, but it is said they amplify a man's... virility." Her fingers danced idly on Maomao's leg as she spoke. The two were so absorbed in their discussion that Maomao completely lost track of time.

She only realized she was late when her gaze drifted to the window, where the sunset cast a soft orange glow. She sprang to her feet. "I must leave! Goodbye, Pairin, I’ll visit another time!" she exclaimed as she hurried out. Madam lounged behind the counter, a smoke pipe in hand. "Where are you off to? Help me sort these out, will ya—?" But Maomao dashed past her. "I’ll do it later!" she called out, slamming the door behind her. Madam clicked her tongue. "What’s gotten into her?" She shook her head, a faint smile gracing her lips as she observed Maomao's hasty exit. "Probably off to concoct something new in that brilliant mind of hers," she murmured to herself, resuming her task of sorting the herbs with practiced skill. "That girl...

By the time she returned to the imperial palace, she rushed into Jinshi's office, breathless and panting. "Forgive me, Master Jinshi. I was attending to some business at the Verdigris House..." Jinshi glanced up from his paperwork, his expression softening as he noticed Maomao's flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Business at the Verdigris House?"

"I assure you, I won't repeat the same mistake in the future. I will be punctual," she said, folding her arms within her sleeves to convey her respect. "Lady Gyokoyou required me to create something for her; I was merely retrieving an item from the Verdigris House." Jinshi's gaze narrowed slightly, yet his tone remained gentle. "And what, precisely, did she require of you that had you rushing about as if the palace were ablaze?" He stood and walked around the desk, halting in front of Maomao. "You know better than to leave without my permission."

"I apologize, Master Jinshi," she sighed. "May I be excused to my room?" She awaited his response. Jinshi's eyes flickered with what appeared to be jealousy, but he quickly concealed it behind a neutral expression. "Yes... go," he said, waving his hand dismissively, though his jaw tightened slightly. "Don't let me hinder you from your important business." Maomao's expression soured; Jinshi could be so childish at times, especially regarding his jealousy. She settled into her room to begin crafting the aphrodisiac, mixing the ingredients in a bowl and shaping them into a thicker form to dry while she took a quick bath, something she had been unable to do earlier.

Meanwhile, Jinshi took a stroll to calm his nerves. What could be so significant that Maomao sought Gyokoyou's permission instead of his to leave? As he passed by her room, he paused. The door was slightly ajar, and he couldn't resist peeking inside. He stepped in and glanced over to the shelves, discovering a tray of chocolate she had left out to dry. He couldn't help but to take a bite of one. He took another piece of the hardening chocolate, placing it delicately into his mouth. A soft hum escaped him as his shoulders eased a bit. He was acutely aware that Maomao possessed an almost supernatural talent for transforming even the simplest of flavors into something exquisite. Jinshi retreated to his office, relishing the final piece of chocolate with contemplation. He couldn't quite articulate it, but there was something strangely captivating about the taste. It was indulgently rich and sweet, with hints of an elusive flavor he couldn't fully grasp.

Maomao returned, noticing little more than her door being slightly ajar. A wave of panic washed over her momentarily, but upon inspection, everything appeared to be in order, so she dismissed the thought. She had merely left the door open by chance, and no one had entered; it was no cause for concern, or so she believed.

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Jinshi reclined in his chair, attempting to concentrate on his tasks. Yet, the warmth enveloping him was becoming increasingly distracting. He muttered a curse softly, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. Why on earth was he suddenly so... aroused? His thoughts drifted back to the time he and Maomao found themselves in a cave. The way she had unknowingly touched him, the way her frame pressed against his. Maomao was now aware that he wasn’t truly the eunuch he pretended to be; she knew he still possessed his male reproductive organs. He discreetly adjusted himself in his seat, his arousal becoming almost painful. It was absurd how a mere piece of chocolate had him reminiscing about Maomao's body pressed against his in that cave. His mind wandered to the sensation of her delicate hands on him, the way she had unknowingly caressed him through his clothing. He frowned, his arousal becoming intolerable. He craved release, and he craved it urgently. “Ugh, Maomao...” he muttered, hastily untying his sash. Self-pleasure was insufficient. He craved more. He found himself unable to restrain his desires. Every time he and Maomao had the opportunity to kiss, it had been thwarted. He longed for her touch. The way she admired the scar on his cheek. Every little thing she did drove him to madness. His hand remained wrapped around his throbbing erection, the arousal from that stupid chocolate mingling with his memories of Maomao, rendering him utterly feral. He couldn't think clearly. He needed relief, and he needed it from her. He groaned, his hand moving with increasing urgency. He yearned for Maomao's touch, her small hands on him. He craved her praise, her innocent touches that were anything but innocent, for she was fully aware of her actions. He sought release solely from her... “Maomao...”

He could no longer endure the torment. He craved Maomao at this very moment. Hastily, he secured his sash and dashed out of his office. He knocked on her door with urgency, his voice strained as he called out, "Maomao... please open the door..." His arousal was excruciating, yearning for the release that only she could offer. Maomao opened the door, her eyes falling upon his disheveled appearance. His hair was tousled, the sash loosely tied, his robe slipping off one shoulder, and his cheeks were flushed. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Master Jinshi? Do you need anything?" She stepped aside to allow him entry. He stumbled in, slamming the door shut behind him. Turning to face Maomao, his chest heaved as he fought to regain his breath. His eyes were wild with desire, pupils dilated, and his face a soft pink hue. "Maomao..." he growled, reaching out to grasp her wrist. "I need you..." For a moment, Maomao appeared taken aback. However, she quickly regained her composure. She understood that Jinshi would never impose himself upon her, even in such a desperate state, for she had the power to bring him to his knees. "Are you alright?" she inquired with genuine concern. He was at a loss for words. His throat felt constricted, his body aching with longing. He drew her closer, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply. She carried the scent of lavender and medicine, her signature fragrance. It was driving him to the brink of madness. "Maomao, Maomao..." she remained still and silent, surprise washing over her. She attempted to gently nudge him away, but he refused to budge, prompting her to sigh. "Master Jinshi. What has come over you?"

He let out a soft whimper as she attempted to push him away. He became aware that he was behaving like a beast. Instead, he nestled against her neck, his voice low and filled with anguish, "Maomao..." His body instinctively pressed against hers, his desire painfully evident through the fabric of his robe. Maomao appeared bewildered. While jinshi could be insufferable at times, she had never witnessed him in such a pitiable condition. She scanned the room for any clues, seeking answers. A realization struck her as her gaze fell upon the shelves. He had taken those chocolates. That was why her door had been slightly open earlier, yet she hadn’t bothered to check the tray because it had slipped her mind. "Master jinshi— I cannot assist you. It would be inappropriate for me to—" "Maomao, please..." His hips moved against hers instinctively, craving friction. He was far beyond rational thought. He desperately needed release, and she was the only one capable of providing it. "I’m begging you..." His voice had taken on a whiny tone.

Maomao was taken aback. She hadn’t realized how much she relished the sight of him pleading with her. A nervous smile crept onto her face. She felt tempted to tease him to the point of tears, yet she understood that engaging in such behavior with him was inappropriate. However, she could not bear to leave him in this state, so she inhaled deeply, leaning forward on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek before moving to his lips. This was wrong. She could face severe consequences, even death, for this act. But what choice did she have? A twinge of guilt washed over her for the missed opportunities to kiss him those other three times and for her inability to satisfy jinshi. His eyes widened as their lips connected. He returned her kiss with fervor, his hands entwined in her hair, drawing her nearer. He delved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with a passionate intensity. His hips thrust against hers with urgency, his arousal pressing firmly against her thigh. "Maomao..." she gently pushed him back. "This is a one-time affair," she whispered, motioning for him to take a seat on the edge of the bed. He complied instantly, his body quaking with desire. He gazed up at her with hooded, yearning eyes, his lips still tingling from her kiss. He slightly parted his legs without prompting, already anticipating her next move.

She secured her hair back with a pin and knelt between his legs. Uncertain of her actions, she had never ventured into this territory before, only possessing a few skills learned from her sisters at the Verdigiris house. Meeting his eager gaze, she unfastened his sash. He inhaled sharply as his member was freed, already oozing precum and pulsating with need. He looked down at her with insatiable eyes, his hips quivering slightly as she encircled him with her delicate hand. Though she appeared composed, internally she was anything but. She struggled to maintain her emotions. This felt illicit, likely because it was. If anyone discovered them, they would face dire consequences. Especially if the emperor were to find out. The time spent in the cave, when Maomao felt the bulge through his robe, had seemed considerable, but to preserve her dignity, she had dismissed it as merely thinking it was a frog.

As she encircled him with her delicate hand, he emitted a strangled gasp. Her petite hand felt exquisite against his sensitive skin. He observed her intently, noticing the slight tremor in her hands. His hips twitched involuntarily as she cautiously caressed him up and down. "Ah... Maomao..." she utilized both hands to stroke his length, gazing up at him. This situation felt awkward for both of them, with jinshi feeling more embarrassed than anything else. She felt an almost overwhelming temptation to simply take him into her mouth. His face flushed a deep crimson as she continued to use both hands to pleasure him. It was intensely humiliating, yet the pleasure was too exquisite for him to ask her to stop. When her lips parted slightly, as if contemplating something, his thoughts immediately spiraled into the most lascivious territory imaginable. When she met his gaze, his eyes fluttered shut momentarily before snapping open again to connect with hers. "D-don't look at me like that..." *he stuttered, his voice strained. "Like what?" her tone was playfully teasing. Her hands quickened their pace for a brief moment, only to slow down once more. His entire body tensed as she accelerated momentarily, then decelerated again. It was pure torment. He whimpered, his hips instinctively jerking forward. He was acutely aware of her intentions, teasing him deliberately. "Maomao, you..." he trailed off, his face aflame with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Just..." she sighed, drawing the tip of his member closer to her lips, her warm breath causing it to twitch. "I believe this is inadequate. You don’t appear ready to climax anytime soon. I apologize for my behavior," she murmured, which was quite ironic given that jinshi was behaving far more lewdly than she was. He nearly choked on his own saliva. He watched her through half-closed eyes, fully understanding what she meant by "inadequate". "Mhh..."

She gradually took it into her mouth. Both she and Jinshi were novices in this realm, so there was little to fear, yet Maomao couldn't shake off her nervousness. She was aware of what to do, largely thanks to Pairin, who had taught her the ways of such encounters. A sharp hiss escaped him as her warm mouth enveloped his tip unexpectedly. He gazed down at her head in astonishment. She was a virgin, for heaven's sake. How did she possess such knowledge? He observed as she gently bobbed her head, taking him deeper without the aid of her hands. A shaky breath escaped him as she welcomed him into her mouth. This sensation was driving him wild. When she glanced up at him, he completely lost control. He saw the eagerness in her eyes as she looked up at him. In a moment of impulsiveness, he thrust his hips forward sharply, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Stars danced before his eyes. He came to the realization far too late that he was, in essence, "humping" her mouth. She gagged ever so slightly, tears welling in her eyes, yet she did not withdraw. Instead, she took him deeper into her mouth. Abruptly, he yanked her head back, his length quivering slightly before a warm, viscous stream of semen erupted across her face and into her hair. He let out a deep growl, his hips thrusting forward gently with each pulse of release. He adorned her entire forehead, cheeks, chin, and hair with his essence. "Ahh..." The sight of her face, glistening with his sticky seed, only served to rekindle his arousal. As she attempted to wipe her face with her sleeve and rise to leave, he unexpectedly seized her sleeve, pulling her down onto his lap.

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As she rose to depart, he unexpectedly seized her sleeve, drawing her back onto his lap. His still-erect member pressed against her inner thigh as he encircled her waist with his arms in a possessive embrace. "Stay... Just rub it between your thighs." He whimpered with desperation, "please," as she gently attempted to push him away. "Master Jinshi—" her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment. Her composure was beginning to falter. "Please... Just rub it against your thighs... I'm still hard..." He clung to her, his face nestled in her neck. His hands gripped her hips firmly as he sought to position himself between her thighs without crossing the line into penetration. "I won't push inside... Just rub it..." He lavished kisses and licks on her neck, leaving hickeys that made her shudder. His hips bucked slightly, trying to grind between her thighs like a creature in heat. His length was rock hard once more, the tip leaking pre-cum onto her skirt. He whined softly, "Just... Rub it..."

"Just let me go for a moment, Master Jinshi... I need to remove my clothes if we are to proceed with this." She was reluctant to soil her garments. He hesitantly released her, his hands trembling slightly as he observed her stand. He reclined on the bed, his hardened length standing proudly, leaking pre-cum. He spread his legs slightly, beckoning her back. "Hurry... Please hurry..." He whimpered with impatience. He watched intently as she slipped off her clothes, leaving only her undergarments, his eyes darkening with desire. When she turned around and climbed onto the bed, he couldn't resist reaching out to grasp her hips, pulling her closer. She turned onto her side and nodded in approval when he sought her permission. He positioned himself between her thighs, his length gliding against her soft inner thighs. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her nearer as he began to thrust between her legs. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he humped her thighs with urgency. "Mmph... ahh..." Maomao's breath quivered slightly. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before. She sensed the warmth of her arousal enveloping her, the fabric of the loincloth becoming slightly damp. As he persisted in his movements between her thighs, he could feel her growing wetter. The heat and moisture from her desire permeated the loincloth, gliding over his length with her essence. He let out a louder moan, his hips quickening as he pressed against her thighs. "Ahh... Ahh..." She wrapped her thighs tighter around him, biting her lips, nearly driving him to madness. Her slickness made their movements increasingly fluid. He thrust fervently between her thighs, his tip occasionally brushing against her core through the material. "Mmph... Your thighs are incredibly soft... And delightfully wet..." He sank his teeth into her neck, marking her, causing her to wince as he reached his peak once more between her thighs. His length pulsed and throbbed, releasing warm essence onto her inner thighs through the loincloth. He slumped against her back, breathing heavily as he continued to move gently through the waves of his climax. "Ahhh..."

He suddenly turned her onto her back, a wave of guilt washing over him for concentrating solely on his own pleasure. Gazing down at her with a resolute look, his hand slipped between her thighs. "Allow me... Allow me to bring you pleasure as well..." He buried his face between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent before gently licking along her slit through the fabric of her loincloth. She flinched, "M-master Jinshi—ah… you truly don’t have to," she protested, attempting to push his head away, yet her body succumbed to waves of pleasure. He disregarded her efforts to resist, his hands firmly gripping her thighs to keep them apart. He continued to lick and suck on her covered pussy, his tongue pressing against the material to reach her sensitive folds. "I desire to, so please allow me to do this," he murmured against her wetness. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lips in confusion. Why did it feel so exquisite? It was mortifying to have him between her legs. Suddenly, he tugged the loincloth away with his teeth, revealing her bare, glistening pussy. He looked up at her face, and the expression there confirmed her enjoyment. Without a moment's hesitation, he dove back in, his tongue dancing against her clit. She cried out, arching her back. "Ah! M-master Jinshi!" She bit her fingers while her other hand tangled in his hair. A loud, unintended moan escaped her lips, her thighs instinctively closing around his head, trapping him. "P-please, calm down for a moment; you’re not thinking clearly!" she attempted to sound authoritative but faltered. He ignored her request, his fingers continuing to pump inside her while his tongue lavished attention on her clit. He was utterly absorbed in the moment, his sole focus being to bring her the same pleasure he had experienced earlier. He added a third finger, stretching her open. As she reached her climax, her legs tightened around his head even more, her wet pussy grinding against his face as she thrust her hips. He persisted in fingering her through her orgasm, his tongue relentlessly teasing her clit, drawing forth loud whimpers from her. When she finally began to relax, he pulled his head out, panting heavily.

Maomao relinquished all the self-control she had previously maintained. A wave of anger surged within her as she observed his enjoyment, especially since he had not calmed down when she requested it. She ceased to hold back. Sitting up, she pushed Jinshi back until he was reclined, straddling his hips. With a graceful motion, she removed her duduo, exposing her bare torso, slim waist, and perky breasts. Jinshi's eyes widened in astonishment. He found it impossible to divert his gaze from her body and her face. He swallowed hard, feeling himself harden once more as she settled over him. It dawned on him that her anger stemmed from his earlier disregard for her plea. He watched intently, his body taut with anticipation, awaiting her next action. She began to unfasten his robe, revealing his chiseled abs. Leaning over him, she placed a finger gently over his lips. "Shh," she whispered, hovering above his member. "You cannot ejaculate unless I permit it." He nodded silently, his breath hitching in his throat as she lingered above him. His hands instinctively found their way to her hips, fingers pressing in slightly as he struggled to maintain control. He was as hard as stone, leaking pre-cum at her command and the dominant position she had assumed. "Mmh..."