A Tempting Proposition and a Desperate Plea

“Oh, so the new face from Willow Lane has already learned to feign shyness the moment they step into a pleasure house? It seems your ‘Daddy’ is quite the teacher.”

Long Yan’s fingertips slipped into Xia Qian’s collar, sending a tingling sensation up her spine.

“No, I just… Eek!!”

The female general’s flirtatious smile, however, carried the air of a conqueror laying siege:

“Ohh~ A fair-skinned, tender beauty indeed. Could it be that this young master is still a virgin?”

“Uh…”

Xia Qian didn’t need to say a word; the answer was written plainly on her face, clear for all to see.

Long Yan’s hand, wrapped around Xia Qian’s waist, suddenly loosened.

Before she could even steady herself, however, she was immediately pressed back down into the chair.

Long Yan rested both hands on Xia Qian’s shoulders, her lips tracing the curve of her ear:

“How truly rare… What exquisite taste a male branch, untouched by the world, must possess?”

Xia Qian shook her head like a rattle-drum.

“General Long, you jest… I-I’m just a newcomer, rather clumsy in these matters. I’m afraid I’d only spoil your mood…”

“Heh, ha ha ha… No matter.”

Long Yan circled behind the chair.

With the crisp clang of her silver helmet hitting the floor, by the time she turned back to face Xia Qian, her light armor had already been shed, leaving only a thin, short garment.

To Xia Qian, it looked less like an undergarment and more like a sports bra paired with hot pants.

Freed from their constraints, her soft, ample assets seemed to leap into view like playful jade rabbits.

The visual stimulation before her made Xia Qian’s throat go dry, and an inexplicable urge surged through her nasal passages.

“But still, it’s truly unexpected. You appear to be in your early twenties, no longer a child, yet you’ve never been ‘tasted’ by another.”

Long Yan’s eyes sparkled as if she had discovered a rare new treasure.

Xia Qian rolled her eyes helplessly, a network of dark lines appearing on her forehead. Yes, yes, I’m so sorry that this guy has been single-since-birth solo until now.

In the next second, Long Yan bent her knees slightly and settled onto the table.

Her upturned foot suddenly reached out, pressing against the edge of the chair between Xia Qian’s legs, preventing her from closing them.

Xia Qian started, instinctively trying to shift backward, her spine feeling as though it might embed itself in the chair’s backrest.

“However, this general happens to prefer the unripened.”

Long Yan smiled, her arms crossed over her chest, further accentuating her unique grandeur. It was the declaration of a conqueror claiming first dominion over a newly captured fortress.

“I… that…”

Xia Qian’s gaze darted around nervously.

Not only did she not know where to look, but even the air she breathed seemed hot, and her brain felt on the verge of oxygen deprivation.

Of course, Xia Qian had never considered herself a true gentleman.

Like most, she was a ‘gentleman’ who would give a like to attractive, suggestive cosplay, and at night, she’d hide under her blanket with her phone, opening a certain pink app or JM Heaven to quietly appreciate various masterpieces.

Yet, whether it was doujin, full-color shorts, European, American, Japanese, or Korean, or even the 3D zone, online content was ultimately virtual. It was data, merely a small side dish to satisfy one’s sexual fantasies.

Now, she was suddenly being told that a stunning, handsome older sister right in front of her intended to forcefully help her graduate from her virginity…

To say she was completely unwilling would be an absolute lie.

Anyone with eyes would have to admit it.

The majestic female general was not only domineering but also exceptionally beautiful.

So much so that Xia Qian was reminded of certain Valkyrie or Three Kingdoms Uncensored themes from her bookmark list.

Having shed her battle armor, the body protected beneath her light helmet perfectly balanced the hardness of a battlefield veteran with the softness of feminine charm. Her perfectly sculpted, flowing muscles outlined a unique allure—even though she herself was utterly unaware of it.

But facing those eyes, burning with desire yet still fiercely untamed, Xia Qian’s instinct screamed: This guy is definitely going to have her waist broken, and might even be squeezed dry right here.

More importantly, there was one thing Xia Qian absolutely could not concede.

To be forced to hastily surrender my first time like this—wouldn’t that mean I’m truly no different from those colleagues in the pleasure wards?!

This wasn’t about who benefited more from being ‘eaten clean’ by a beautiful older sister.

Nor was it a battle for control between her ‘little head’ and her ‘big head.’

Being able to make a voluntary decision was a bottom line that could not be yielded.

Caught between the conflict of carnal desire and self-respecting rationality, when the two could not coexist, Xia Qian chose the latter.

Of course, personal will was one thing; actually possessing the ability to uphold that personal will was another entirely.

“Um, General Long, I, I’m not delicious at all…”

Xia Qian mumbled, trembling, never in her wildest dreams imagining that such a clearly submissive line would one day escape her lips.

“Whether it’s delicious or not, one only knows after tasting it.”

Long Yan tugged at her collar, tilting her neck, and the buttons of her neckline gracefully came undone.

From her collarbone to her shoulder, like a painted peony, faint, intricate chain patterns were visible upon her skin.

With a sudden, close approach, her gaze like a lion licking its prey, she tore open Xia Qian’s lapel with an ease akin to peeling a grape at a banquet.

Xia Qian abruptly recoiled, her shoulders tensing:

“—Wait, wait a moment!”

“What? Do you need more ambiance? Or is it that, young master, you are like those useless, silver-plated spearheads, needing some pills to get ‘it’ up?”

“Cough, cough! Of course, that’s absolutely not it!”

Xia Qian nearly choked. Putting everything else aside, being told ‘you can’t’ by a woman as a man was something she absolutely had to refute.

“I, I mean to say…”

Suppressing her panic, she straightened her expression.

Her feverish brain, in that instant, used every ounce of logic to frantically think, almost overloading.

Until she heard a ding of inspiration light up in her mind—

Xia Qian shot upright, gripping Long Yan’s wrists, and spoke with utmost seriousness before her hand could continue its audacious descent:

“…Yes, that’s right, General Long, if you wish to relieve stress, I have a much better method!”

“Oh? Are you implying, young master, that we can play in a more elaborate way?”

“—Eh?! No, no, no, that’s not it at all!”

Xia Qian shook her head like a rattle-drum.

“—What I mean is, General Long’s stress comes from troubles. To relieve stress, the most correct method should be to address the root of the problem! To numb oneself with temporary pleasure will only provide temporary relaxation; tomorrow’s troubles will still exist. If the problem isn’t solved, anxiety will only increase, not decrease!”

Listening to Xia Qian’s rapid-fire explanation, Long Yan’s hands indeed paused.

The desire in her eyes vanished, replaced by an incredulous expression that gradually surfaced in her pupils.

“So, you’re saying…”

“Exactly! I, I can help General Long completely solve those troubles!”

Saying this, she raised a hand and pointed behind Long Yan—

The stack of bamboo slips on the table happened to become unstable from the table’s slight wobble, and with a clatter, several bundles fell to the floor.