The Princess’ Shadow Guard – Chapter 36
by Little PandaAh Qin is So Slow, I’m So Cold
It had been about a month since they departed from the Capital. The further north they traveled, the colder and more desolate it became. On several occasions, Ming Qin had been unable to find an inn before nightfall, forcing her to make do and let Murong Yan rough it in the forest with her.
The sturdy horse was hardworking and resilient, silently chewing on frost-covered wild grass outside the carriage.
Meanwhile, Ming Qin gnawed on some homemade jerky she had dried herself while building a fire to boil water. The clinking of iron chains echoed softly through the silent forest.
Feeling successive tugs around her neck, Ming Qin pulled open the slightly ajar carriage door and softly asked the woman inside, “Have you eaten enough?”
Wrapped in a fox-fur cloak, the woman nodded, holding the remaining half of her steamed bun out to Ming Qin. “Ah Qin, eat.”
Gently blocking her outstretched hand, Ming Qin gestured toward her own stomach and said, “I’ve already eaten.”
“If Ah Qin doesn’t eat, then next time I’ll eat the exact same food as you,” the woman insisted, extending her hand to feed the bun to Ming Qin’s lips.
The crudely prepared jerky was rock-hard. How could Ming Qin bear to let Murong Yan share such fare with her? Helpless, she could only lean in and take a bite directly from her fingers.
Before closing the carriage door, Ming Qin mumbled with her cheeks stuffed, “The water’s almost ready. I’ll bring the hot water in for you in a moment.”
Murong Yan covered her mouth and nodded, trying her best to swallow down the tickle in her throat.
Silently undressing, her body was illuminated by the dim oil lamp inside the carriage. Her once beautiful figure was now excessively slender, yet her skin remained as fair and smooth as congealed cream.
Opening the door, Ming Qin entered the carriage carrying a basin of hot water, her gaze turning awkward and flustered as she looked at the woman inside.
Murong Yan appeared entirely composed, though her face, half-hidden in the shadows, obscured her expression. She simply reached out toward the person before her, letting Ming Qin support her as she spread a moisture-proof oilcloth beneath her.
After lowering Murong Yan back down, the Shadow Guard knelt, keeping her gaze level with the woman’s knees as she prepared to unfasten the leather straps securing the prosthetic limb.
Yet, facing a disrobed Murong Yan within the cramped carriage, Ming Qin couldn’t help but always feel an inexplicable nervousness wash over her.
With her gaze fixed strictly on her own hands, she kept her neck stiff, not daring to let her eyes stray in the slightest. Whether it was Murong Yan’s slender, flat stomach just above her line of sight, the fair, smooth softness of her chest, or the deep garden resting within her field of vision, any of it would throw her normally tranquil heart into a restless frenzy.
She could only force herself to focus on her movements, which only made her actions all the clumsier. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t unfasten the prosthetic, leaving the anxious Ming Qin dripping with sweat.
Murong Yan felt the other’s breath brushing against the skin of her lower body. Struggling to suppress her own quickening breaths, she gave the chain in her hand a heavy tug, forcing Ming Qin to look up.
The kneeling guard tilted her head up slightly, a flustered look on her face as her eyes darted about, not daring to focus on any one spot.
Suppressing her expression to hide her desire to tease, Murong Yan looked directly into Ming Qin’s eyes. Forcing the guard to look at her, she feigned a hurt tone and said, “Ah Qin’s so slow… I’m so cold.”
“I… I’m sorry,” Ming Qin apologized in a panic, pulling a blanket over the woman with one hand. But because of this, no matter how she tried to unfasten the straps with her remaining hand, they refused to budge.
“Is Ah Qin untying it so slowly because you don’t want to look at my wound?” Clutching the iron chain that symbolized her taming, Murong Yan asked with sudden mischief.
“No! How could I ever!” Ming Qin’s face flushed bright red as she tried to explain, but looking up at the snowy expanse of the woman before her only made her more incoherent.
Although she knew the answer would never change no matter how many thousands of times she asked, seeing the woman kneeling before her in such a panicked rush to prove her innocence gave Murong Yan a subtle sense of satisfaction. Still, she maintained her feigned sorrow and asked, “Is that true? If you don’t find it repulsive, then why can’t Ah Qin unfasten it all of a sudden?”
“I… I really don’t,” Ming Qin stammered as she looked at the sorrowful Murong Yan, her words failing her. She had absolutely no idea how to explain the uncontrollable, lecherous thoughts brewing in her own mind.
In her panic, Ming Qin lost control of her strength. With a sharp snap, she accidentally ripped the leather strap apart, and the stubborn prosthetic finally fell loose.
The young Shadow Guard, knowing she had made a mistake, panicked. Looking up at the woman’s face, which seemed on the verge of tears, she felt deeply ashamed and self-reproachful.
As if to truly prove herself, Ming Qin took a breath and reached up to clasp Murong Yan’s wrists. She lowered her head and pressed her lips gently against the residual end of the woman’s right leg, lingering over the slightly chafed, red skin.
“I don’t.”
After a long moment, Ming Qin looked up. The stray hairs of her fringe slightly veiled her eyes, casting an unfamiliar, dark shadow over her usually bright gaze. Yet her tone remained deeply aggrieved.
“I really don’t find it repulsive. Please don’t cry.”
The moment those lips touched her residual limb, Murong Yan felt a strange sensation jolt from her right knee straight up her spine. Her body beneath the blanket curled instinctively, her heart trembling.
“Ah… Ah Qin?” Feeling entirely devoid of strength, the woman’s eyelashes fluttered as she called out, “Ah Qin, what are you doing?”
Ming Qin pressed against Murong Yan’s right knee once more. Tilting her head in thought, a muffled murmur escaped her throat, “A reward?”
Tightening her fingers slightly, she asked again, “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” a rosy flush bloomed across Murong Yan’s pale skin, her hand clutching the chain beneath the blanket tightening. “But…”
“No reward for Yanyan then?” Ming Qin obediently began to pull back and rise, loosening her hold on the hands they shared.
“No!” Feeling the tremors racing through her body begin to fade, Murong Yan suddenly seized the Shadow Guard’s wrist and cried, “I like it. I want Ah Qin to continue…”
Kneeling once more, Ming Qin obediently listened for the woman’s next words.
“But Ah Qin can’t look. And until I tell you it’s okay, no matter what happens, you mustn’t speak, alright?”
“Alright.”
Ming Qin untied the sash of her outer robe and bound it tightly over her eyes, tying a knot behind her head. She knelt in a devout posture, the iron lock resting on her neck clinking softly.
The absolute loyalty with which the person below her executed the command made Murong Yan lose all self-control. Though she gritted her teeth, broken whimpers still slipped from her lips.
She lifted her left foot and placed it on Ming Qin’s shoulder, her toes curling tightly, causing the Shadow Guard’s loose outer robe to slide off her shoulder.
Staring at the focused, earnest expression of the kneeling guard, beneath the blanket, Murong Yan’s fingers—still looped through the leather strap—involuntarily reached down to stroke her engorged, bright-red flesh, where moisture had already gathered into trembling, heavy droplets.
Inside the carriage, the temperature seemed to rise as if winter were giving way to spring. The dim glow of the oil lamp flickered, overflowing with the fragrance of flowers and nectar.
Waves surged and built; the oriole’s long cry rose high, blending with the clanging of the hanging chains as the sound grew louder and more frenzied.
Overwhelmed by the deluge, Murong Yan threw her head back, gasping for air as if about to drown.
The dripping water had already become a river, overflowing into a flood.
With a final gasp, her foot hooked back uncontrollably, forcefully pulling Ming Qin toward her as her body seized in a wave of spasms.
Feeling some dampness brushing against her cheek, Ming Qin instinctively licked it. Hesitating with concern, she wondered if she should take off her blindfold.
“…No!”
Murong Yan gasped out to stop her. Still caught in the afterglow, she reached out with trembling arms for Ming Qin to catch her, sliding from the carriage seat into her embrace.
Ming Qin supported her. Though confused, she was obedient and didn’t ask, quietly waiting for the woman in her arms to catch her breath.
The stream continued to trickle.
Feeling her clothes growing wet against her lean waist, Ming Qin gently traced the curve of Murong Yan’s slender back, caressing her noticeably thin spine as she waited with absolute patience.
The Shadow Guard, long accustomed to bowing her head and obeying orders, felt no curiosity about what the woman had just done.
Yet deep down, the body trembling in her arms because of her, and the warmth and attachment conveyed whenever that voice gasped out her name, stirred a strange, inexplicable surge of excitement deep inside Ming Qin.
It was as if Murong Yan finding pleasure because of her was something worthy of pure, unbridled joy.
After a long while, the ragged breathing in her ear gradually quieted, followed by a soft whisper, “Ah Qin, it’s alright now.”
“The reward… is enough.”
Ming Qin removed the sash blindfolding her eyes. Looking at the damp, flushed Murong Yan before her, she brushed away the stray hairs clinging to the woman’s forehead. “You’ve sweated so much, and the water’s gone cold. Let me heat it up a bit more before you wipe down, alright?”
Burying her face in Ming Qin’s shoulder, even after catching her breath, Murong Yan still felt weak and spent.
“Alright. As long as it’s Ah Qin, anything’s fine.”
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Everything got deleted… (Dammit!)
Forget it, the next chapter is longer, so you guys can look forward to a more satisfying read.
It’s just getting weirder and more deranged. And these flowery euphamisms are really stupid. Either write sex or don’t, either be detailed or don’t but why inflict bad poetry on me?
Im guessing ming qin was guided by the princess to perform oral sex lol
But ming qin was clueless about it of course
MC went to town on FL.. with her mouth. this was so kinky
kthanksbye why am i suddenly shy
The wording was a bit confusing, but I think we all got the gist 😉
Ok, so what happened, I had a hard time understanding what happened lol
Pretty sure the others are wrong. MC kissed her amputation, and it felt good to Yanyan, so she played with herself while MC kept kissing the amputation. That’s all that was stated directly or indirectly. Assumptions past that are unnecessary, given that the above scenario is sufficient to explain the aftermath. Also it’s stated that after she got off, she pulled MC toward herself, and MC felt “wetness” on her cheek. Meaning her face wasn’t initially there. Yanyan is just getting more and more brazen with getting off to MC without her knowing lol
Im guessing ming qin was guided by the princess to perform oral sex lol
But ming qin was clueless about it of course
MC went to town on FL.. with her mouth. this was so kinky
kthanksbye why am i suddenly shy
The wording was a bit confusing, but I think we all got the gist 😉
Ok, so what happened, I had a hard time understanding what happened lol
Lmao, definitely a bit kinky. I’m surprised!
Lmao, definitely a bit kinky. I’m surprised!
Oh god, this makes me a bit flustered and scared. And thanks for the chapter! 😭
Oh god, this makes me a bit flustered and scared. And thanks for the chapter! 😭