Chapter 107: Passing the Flower

“Not… don’t…” Her resistance sounded more like a soft moan. The royal concubine, who once attempted to struggle, found herself weakening as the rogue thrust his hips forward. His thick, rounded head pushed through the fabric and into the Empress’s sacred valley—only half an inch, but the sensation… Ah! It sent a shiver through her royal body, causing her limbs to go limp and her voluptuous frame to sink slightly, drawing the man’s thick shaft another half-inch deeper!

“Mmm…” The curvy Empress bit down hard on her lip, summoning all her strength to suppress the shameful moan rising in her throat. The intrusion of this foreign object made her want to flee, but her slick, quivering passage opened slightly on its own, giving an almost imperceptible squeeze.

“Heh, heh…” Qiao San could have truly breached her completely, but the thrill of the illicit act made him slow down instead. Under the cover of applause, the rogue and the Empress moved in silent, mutual rhythm—rubbing, pressing, and grinding together.

Qiao San’s large hand was not idle either. His fingers parted and precisely clamped down on the Empress’s hardened nipple. The moment he squeezed, a powerful surge of desire erupted from the Empress’s sacred valley, soaking through their clothes and drenching the tip of the man’s shaft with a heavy splash.

“Giggle, giggle… Look at them, what are they doing? Don’t they look like they’re…” The flower-passing game had become meaningless, and the other concubines’ gazes were now fixed on the strange movements of the young eunuch. The suggestive posture between Xiao Sanzi and the voluptuous Empress was hard to misinterpret!

“Giggle, giggle… If you want to see, why not go up and take a closer look yourself?”

Lady Jade appeared beside the round-faced Empress. With grand ambitions and a desire to sway all the palace concubines to her side, she stopped at nothing. Before her words had even faded, she took the round-faced Empress by the hand and led her into the center of the gathering.

“Dear sister, look at them—what are they doing?”

“Ahh… Isn’t Xiao Sanzi a eunuch?” Though she couldn’t see the man’s erect member, anyone with half a brain could tell what was happening between the two at this close distance.

A rosy haze had already clouded the minds of the concubines, stirring a deep, aching longing within them. The intoxicating atmosphere seeped into their hearts, awakening a long-suppressed yearning that left them aching with emptiness.

“Mmm…” No one knew who moaned first. Soon after, round-faced, sharp-featured, tall, petite, curvy, and delicate—each and every one of the concubines began to sigh and whimper. Their graceful hands, no longer under their control, wandered freely over their own ample curves, their fingers kneading and awakening the dormant volcanoes of desire…

The drumming ceased, and the flower had long been trampled into mud. Under Lady Jade’s orchestration, the women, stepping hesitantly yet drawn forward, gathered around Xiao Sanzi in shy surrender to their desires. Their noble eyes, filled with rapt attention, watched intently as Xiao Sanzi and the voluptuous Empress played out their half-feigned, half-real act of passion!

Clarity was gone, reason reduced to dust. The most climactic moment of the plan had arrived!

Lady Jade pushed forward through the crowd, her hand resting lightly on Qiao San’s back. With a teasing smile, she whispered, “Xiao Sanzi, this isn’t much fun. Why don’t you show the sisters your little treasure?”

With a swift motion, Xiao Sanzi’s trousers were yanked down to his ankles. The eunuch had transformed into a full man!

“Wow… It’s so big!”

Lady Jade grasped the already-rigid, battle-ready shaft, parading it around like a trophy. She swung it in a circle, letting every Empress witness the extraordinary might of the rogue’s towering manhood!

“Whoosh…” The women’s dazed eyes widened in a flash. In their lust-filled vision, the entire world seemed to shrink to a tiny space, filled only with the sight of that proud, towering rod and the blazing crimson glow atop it.

“Ha, ha…” After all his efforts, the time for reward had come. Qiao San wrapped his arms around the highest-ranking Lady Jade and kissed her with wild abandon, giving her the reward she sought.

“Ladies, come on! Line up! Let me continue the drumming game!” It was still a drumming game, but this time, instead of passing a flower, they would be passing the rod!

Once again, the ten royal beauties sat in a circle on the ground. Qiao San held Lady Jade in the center, deliberately choosing her to kick off this new round of the game and encourage the other concubines to let go of their inhibitions.

With a bold sweep of his hand, Qiao San tore away Lady Jade’s final undergarment. The rogue smirked as he examined the damp traces on the fabric, brought it to his nose to inhale the scent of her desire, then flung it toward one of the concubines!

The game of drumming and rod-passing officially began…

“Shameless fiend!” Suddenly, a cloud of auspicious light descended from the heavens, scattering the lewd and corrupting aura.

Above the drifting white clouds, a pair of bare feet traced graceful arcs through the air. A figure clad in dark robes radiated a pure and sacred glow.

The Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion had arrived. Just as Qiao San was about to complete his conquest, the divine representative of justice finally appeared. The breath of evil grew heavy and oppressive at once.

At the very moment the Celestial Maiden appeared, the curling wisps of dreamlike haze vanished into silence. With a single elegant flick of her sleeve, the serene disciple of the Celestial Maidens cast a “Divine Barrier,” instantly dividing the garden into two separate realms.

One half was the mortal realm, where every woman in the palace was frozen like statues of clay and wood, their sense of time and space lost, locked in that single frozen moment.

The other half was the realm of divine law, where only Qiao San and the Celestial Maiden stood in confrontation. The rogue, empowered by his demonic arts, radiated an eerie glow, resisting the pressure of the Celestial techniques.

The Celestial Maiden calmly surveyed the frozen, lewd scene. It was quite a coincidence—this was only their third meeting, yet she had already seen the man’s naked body twice. From that moment on, Qiao San was permanently branded in her mind as a lecher.

The Celestial Arts left the Holy Maiden’s eyes calm and unshaken. She glanced indifferently at the frozen women and then at Qiao San, before speaking in a composed tone, “Bold San, you have fallen into darkness. Surrender the half of the sacred parchment, and the Celestial Maiden shall save you from the path of evil and return you to the righteous way of humanity!”

“Heh, heh… So many excuses just to steal something!” The Ten-Sun Body was not heavily burdened by the Celestial Arts. Bold San moved freely among the statues of the beautiful, naked women.

With a sly glance, the rogue looked sideways at the Holy Maiden’s graceful form, speaking in a tone the Celestial Maiden had never heard before—one of brazen, shameless audacity.

“Beautiful fairy,” he said with a grin, “if you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to save me, this rogue might just be able to accept… Hey, hey… How about we go straight to the wedding chamber?”

“Rot cannot be carved. Don’t blame the Celestial Maiden for being ruthless!”

The Celestial Maiden was determined to obtain the sacred parchment. Even in her fury and shame, her voice remained calm and distant, the only sign of her anger being the fierce gusts of cold wind rippling from her fluttering sleeves.