STNS: Chapter 566 (Patreon)

Wu Jian sat at a low-table with his feet underneath his thighs. Sitting on the other side was Töri Qiang. The cowardly tiger had continued to follow them and had become even more ingratiating than before. Wu Jian was certain the man was terrified of him. After all, he had defeated the undefeatable Batu Khan. Any hope this man had of trying to gain the upper hand on him had gone out the window, and all that was left now was to submit to a stronger power.

“Is there anyone who might oppose me?” asked Wu Jian.

“There are plenty,” Töri Qiang confessed. “There will be many who submit, but you defeated Batu Khan outside of the Duel for the Fang. Many will consider this an act of sacrilege and take issue with you.”

Nodding, Wu Jian asked. “Will I need to worry about any backstabbing or political maneuvering?"

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, exactly, but nobody is going to try and go behind your back. They’ll charge at you from the front. You’ll likely receive many duels once it has been announced to the entire clan that you killed Batu Khan.”

So even Töri Qiang was not familiar with certain terms despite his conniving nature? That actually made sense. If he grew up in the Heavenly White Tiger Clan, which didn’t have any political maneuvering, he wouldn’t know that term, even if he partook of the act itself.

“How many challenges can I expect to receive?” asked Wu Jian.

“Hmmm… twelve… I guess…” Töri Qiang looked at Wu Jian, who stared back with a blank look. His expression turned sheepish as he explained. “While we all belong to one clan, it’s not as though Batu Khan can control everyone across the plains from his seat of power. He gave authority to twelve of the strongest warriors, calling them The Fangs of the Khan. They basically rule much of the territory in his stead.”

“So he didn’t really rule so much as oversee others ruling,” Wu Jian murmured. “And you’re sure these twelve will challenge me?”

“Positive,” Töri Qiang said with a nod. “You killed the Khan. He was their backer.”

Wu Jian shifted his feet out from under him, placed his elbows on the table, and leaned forward. “What can you tell me about these twelve?”

“All of them carry the name Baatar. They are warriors of great strength, the most elite of the elite,” Töri Qiang started. “There is Baatar Erden. He became one of the twelve fangs after killing a Stonehide Behemoth with nothing but his fists. It earned him the epithet of Fangbreaker. He’s raw power incarnate. His incredible strength is said to be on par with Batu Khan himself, but he is quick to anger and lacks patience.”

Wu Jian listened as the man continued to describe his twelve soon-to-be-opponents. According to Töri Qiang, these twelve would challenge him to the death, but he had no intention of killing such strong warriors. He wouldn’t have even killed Batu Khan if he thought he could have used the man. What they needed were strong warriors willing to fight and die by his side. He had no idea what the Xaio Continent would look like when they returned, but he was certain much of the continent would belong to the Zhou Clan.

After listening to the man talk, Wu Jian dismissed him and decided to take a bath. There was a bathhouse in a separate building a fair distance from the Hall of the King. It didn’t look like much, but the structure was large and made of stone, giving it an intimidating aesthetic despite its use.

He stepped inside. There was no door behind him. The Heavenly White Tiger Clan did not seem to care much for propriety. Nudity was nothing to them, or so it seemed. Wu Jian wouldn’t lie. He was uncomfortable with an open door like that. Anyone could walk in on him while he was naked, but he shook the thought off. He needed to get clean. It had been too long since he’d had a proper bath.

Just as he was about to talk into the actual baths, someone else stepped inside. Wu Jian turned his head to find Hou Jingshu grinning at him. Her grin seemed almost reptilian. He thought he saw fangs in her mouth, though he knew that was just a trick his mind was playing on him.

He paused, considered putting a towel over his private bits but only briefly. “Mei talked to you, I assume?”

“She did.” Hou Jingshu walked forward, but she looked more like a predator stalking prey as she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing more and more skin with each passing second. “She told me that she would no longer hinder my efforts, and that I could do whatever I wanted with you.” All the buttons were undone, and the shirt slid effortlessly off her shoulders. Then she slipped her hands into her waistband and pulled her pants down. She never broke stride. “So I decided to get the lead on you before anyone else could.”

“Whatever you wanted with me? Don’t my feelings matter?” asked Wu Jian. His words made it seem like he was complaining, but he held out his arms, allowing the now naked Hou Jingshu to walk into them.

“Of course they do, but I know you wouldn’t refuse me, right?”

Hou Jingshu smiled before leaning down and licking up his chest. Wu Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as though to steady his racing nerves, but it was hard to remain calm when all the blood was flowing to his crotch instead of his brain. He reached behind Hou Jingshu and grabbed two fistfuls of her tush, squeezing it like a baker kneading dough. Hou Jingshu moaned appreciatively into his ear.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” she whispered in a low, throaty voice. “Ever since we arrived on this stupid continent, I haven’t been able to spend any alone time with you.”

“Well… it was hard… with Mei always hovering around.”

Wu Meiying had revealed her jealousy countless times since they arrived here, and it wasn’t cute or endearing. Her jealousy was a sight to behold. He knew she was struggling with her decisions up to now. Everything she had done was to keep him alive, but she also hated it because it meant he was no longer just hers. He understood. If another man came into her life, he’d have killed them. But he also wouldn’t have pushed her to be with them. This was an issue of her own making, and she would have to deal with the outcome.

Wu Jian roughly grabbed Hou Jingshu’s chin and leaned down. Their kiss was almost as violent as it was passionate. Hou Jingshu was so pent up that she practically attacked him, but he met her with equal intensity. He had also been celibate since they arrived on this continent. He was every bit as pent up as she was.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Hou Jingshu forced him to keep his hands firmly on her backside as they kissed. He walked slowly across the floor and stepped into the pool. The water was warm. He sank in, until it reached his shoulders, his lips never leaving Hou Jingshu’s mouth as she plundered his depths with her tongue.

“Mmmm… hhhmmmm…”

Soft noises emerged from her lips every time they parted for breath. Wu Jian eventually wanted to hear more and removed his mouth from hers to begin suckling her neck.

“Ooooh… it really has been too long. I’ve almost forgotten… what your touch felt like,” Hou Jingshu said with a hitch in her voice. 

“That makes me a bit sad. I’ve never once forgotten what your touch felt like,” Wu Jian said before nibbling on her ear. Hou Jingshu bit her lip to stifle a moan, but her butt quivered in his hands.

“I need you, Jian. I need you so bad right now. Do me.”

Her words were like a spark igniting kindling. Wu Jian felt his own desires completely overpower him. He’d already been at his limit, but they tipped him over the edge of no return.

Sex with Hou Jingshu was wild, passionate, and the complete opposite of what he used to assume it would be like. The woman had fully embraced her dragon heritage. She scratched at his back, egged him off, tried to fight him for dominance. It almost felt like they were battling for supremacy as much as they were having sex. Even now, in the bath, they were splashing around, moaning, growling, biting, and scratching at each other to be the one on top.

Wu Jian won that battle. For as strong as Hou Jingshu was, she lacked his pure physical prowess, but she never seemed to mind. Her smile was wide before she was forced to shut her eyes and open her mouth in a scream so loud that he was certain everyone within a several li radius could hear it. In the end, he was forced to stifle her roars of ecstacy with his mouth, though that just meant she was screaming and moaning into his mouth instead, attacking his insides with her tongue.

He wasn’t certain how long they’d been at it, but they did eventually calm down long enough to actually bathe.

Emerging from the bathhouse some time later, they came across Zhou Lihua, who took one look at them and blushed to the roots of her hair. Wu Jian tried to hide his own blush. So they had been loud…

“Lili,” Hou Jingshu walked over with a smile. “We were just about to go look for you.”

“O-oh? What… did you need?” asked Zhou Lihua.

It was always interesting to him how the most innocent member of his harem was the one who looked like she’d be the most sexually advanced, while the one who looked like she’d be the most innocent was the lewdest. As he mused with this thought, Hou Jingshu continued speaking.

“We need to plan for how we’re going to drive the Twelve Fangs of the Khan into the dirt,” Hou Jingshu said. “Jian said he didn’t want to kill them, and I agree. We’ll need their strength. So, we need to make them submit to us, which means we need to utterly dominate them. Can you create some healing pills?”

Zhou Lihua blinked in confusion. “Healing pills? For what?”

Hou Jingshu’s smile was so bright and cheerful that it was disconcerting. “So we can heal the twelve fangs after annihilating them, of course.”

“Of course…” Zhou Lihua said with a concerned smile. She glanced at Wu Jian, who just shrugged.

Hou Jingshu might have been a human, but she had the blood of a dragon within her, and she practiced a cultivation method that brought her inner dragon out. Dragons were notorious for their strength, their pride, and their lust. Battle and lust often went hand-in-hand for them. Hou Jingshu was no different. Either watching a battle or partaking in battle filled her with both a sense of exhilaration and arousal. That was one of the reasons it was so hard for her to hold back her own urges, and one of the reasons she and Wu Meiying had been at odds. He could only hope Wu Meiying’s recent decision would help them all settle down.

Speaking off…

“Where is Mei?”

“Um…” Zhou Lihua glanced around a moment, then shrugged. “She was here… but she left shortly after…”

“Short after… oh. Nevermind.”

Wu Jian shook his head. He knew what she was talking about without her having to say it.

“I’ll go look for her. Head into the Hall of the King.”

“Okay,” Zhou Lihua said.

“See you inside,” said Hou Jingshu.

Wu Jian went in search of Wu Meiying, and eventually found her. She was hiding behind a tall building, leaning against the wall, and breathing heavily. He didn’t know what she was doing at first. However, as he crept over, the scent of a woman’s arousal caught his attention, and his eyes locked onto her waist. He couldn’t see anything because the clothes were in the way, but he realized from the furious movement of her hands that she was, in fact, trying to relieve herself.

Wu Meiying was masturbating.