Because they were making love in the courtyard, the pleasure was incredibly intense. The feeling of wanting to scream but not daring to, fearing discovery if she did, made both of them breathless.
Wang Li almost collapsed from exhaustion as she reached her climax, but Lu Ming caught her. Every pore on her body felt so comfortable, every cell so joyful, every inch of her skin so pleasurable. The pleasure was so intense that her toes curled, her insteps tensed, completely absorbed in the thrusting and the intense physical and emotional sensations.
Wang Li hooked her arms around Lu Ming's neck and pulled him down slightly, quickly and accurately finding his mouth. Their lips met, her tongue deftly slipping into his mouth, intertwining and sucking. Lu Ming's movements didn't falter. He didn't use any fancy techniques like "nine shallow, one deep" or "three shallow, one deep"; he simply wanted to release his pent-up desire on Wang Li, to unleash his animalistic urges.
After over a thousand hard thrusts, the tender vulva of the young girl began to swell and turn red. She was still developing and hadn't even reached full maturity; such ravaging was unbearable.
Her vagina contracted repeatedly, gripping Lu Ming's thick, long penis. Suddenly, she forcefully covered her mouth.
She couldn't withstand Lu Ming's intense thrusts. Her body trembled with excitement, writhing seductively, radiating extreme pleasure. Her uterus contracted sharply, spurting out a stream of fluid that hit Lu Ming's glans, sending a wave of intense pleasure through him.
"It's coming... Dear... I'll shoot it into you... you little slut..." The tender vagina of a young girl was so smooth and slippery. Lu Ming didn't want to control himself; he had clients waiting to meet him!
He thrust his hips forcefully a few times, pressing his glans firmly against her cervix. With her intense sucking, his ejaculation gate opened, and the semen that had been accumulating in his scrotum gushed out like a burst dam, rushing into her warm uterus and slamming against the uterine walls with powerful force. Lu Ming thrust a few more times, trying to ejaculate as deeply as possible. He no longer cared about whether Wang Li would get pregnant; he only wanted to release his pent-up desires. If she did get pregnant, he would just have the baby.
"Go back and lie down for a while, rest a bit." Lu Ming put Wang Li down, then shoved his penis into her mouth and stirred it around a few times, as if cleaning himself. After he was done, he carried her back to her room and left.
Yi Jin woke up, looking at her daughter's weak and listless state, feeling lingering fear.
Lu Ming's sexual prowess was too strong. Last night, she had seduced him, but she was the one who begged for mercy first.
Lu Ming relentlessly pounded into her, each thrust hitting her cervix, making her tremble violently; she still felt a slight pain inside!
It was too rough; she would never forget it!
Upon entering the living room, Lu Ming saw the travel-worn Jia Xu and Fa Zheng. Without any formalities, he got straight to the point.
"Wenhe, Xiaozhi, His Majesty has appointed me as the Commandant of the Western Garden Army and concurrently the Prefect of Longxi Commandery. I need to train elite troops in Luoyang, and in six months, we will march on Bingzhou to defeat the invading enemy and quell the rebellious Prefect Zhang Chun."
He then recounted his current predicament: having offended the Yuan family, yet now favored by Marquis Zhao and Emperor Ling.
He was now favored and valued by the Emperor, but on the other hand, he had offended the Yuan family, whose influence extended throughout the land. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Jia Xu maintained a calm and collected expression, stroking his beard with an air of detachment, seemingly unconcerned about anything.
Fa Zheng, on the other hand, was deep in thought, frowning. It was clear he couldn't immediately offer a solution.
"I plan to first develop the Western Garden Army, recruiting from the wandering knights of Guanzhong and Guandong. After two months of intensive training, they will head to Bingzhou, spending four months training and fighting their way through the journey to build an elite force," Lu Ming explained his plan, emphasizing the need to recruit sufficient troops first.
This recruitment was starting from scratch. Each captain would be responsible for a portion, with a maximum of ten thousand men per person. This included auxiliary troops—soldiers managing logistics and transporting supplies—whose combat strength was far inferior to those directly engaged in combat.
"Xiaozhi, come to the camp to assist me with strategy. I am not as capable as you, so I will first appoint you as a military officer. Xiaozhi, what do you think?" Lu Ming appeared to be asking, but in reality, he had already made up his mind.
"I obey." Since Fa Zheng had already decided to pledge allegiance to Lu Ming, he was determined to see it through to the end.
His mother had been seduced, and out of filial piety, he had joined Lu Ming at her urging—a move born of desperation.
Now that he had made his decision, he felt it necessary to say a few words. "My lord," he said, "I recently studied your battle record carefully. Since His Majesty desires an elite army and wants to resolve the crisis in Bingzhou, we might as well continue our previous strategy. With you as the leader, lure the enemy out of the city, surround and annihilate them. No one can withstand a single blow from you. The rebels will be unable to defend the city. This swift victory will resolve the crisis in Bingzhou and also allow us to recruit the rebel soldiers—a double benefit."
Clearly, Fa Zheng's idea was to continue the previous strategy.
With him accompanying him this time, he could employ some tactics to lure the rebels in, and then Lu Ming could launch a surprise attack. In the open field, no one could stand against him.
This was the strategic idea; the specific tactics would have to be determined later. Soldiers from wandering knight-errant backgrounds are inherently better; at least they won't be cowardly.
They're easy to train, though you need some who can keep things under control.
Jia Xu remained silent. His style was to think things through, but if his lord didn't ask, he certainly wouldn't speak. Self-preservation wasn't laziness, just a desire to avoid the limelight.
"Wenhe, what do you want to say?" Lu Ming finally asked. His womanizing didn't mean he was incompetent.
Things still needed to be done. In the initial stages, without enough manpower, he needed to do everything personally.
Jia Xu stroked his beard a few times, then picked up his teacup and took a sip. His leisurely expression was incredibly irritating. There was always a sense of detachment, as if it were none of his business. "My lord, are you worried?"
Lu Ming laughed and shook his head. "I'm not worried. There's nothing in this world that can stump me. It's just that these days, to rise above others, one either needs to achieve great merit or be influenced by family background. Wenhe, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. What I want, no one can stop me!"